#i wrote this so fast i cramped my finger

[sunnysideprincess]

Steve's mysterious birthday gift

Post CACW, fluff, angst, sweet, no salt

There is an extra package sitting on top of the loosely assembled pile of gifts. He has counted them all one by one. Nat's beautiful, hand knitted shawl was delivered from India. Wanda's coloring book for adults came from Hamburg. Bucky's hand made (from goat hair?) brush set was delivered by a surly looking undercover Wakandan spy. While Sam's collection of records was handed by the man himself.

But this one, this tiny unassuming one gave Steve a pause. If his treacherous little heart was right—god, he hoped he was right, and it came from where he thinks it did? Then Steve swore to himself he wouldn't waste any more days staring at the horizon. Just waiting and yearning for the startling streak of red to appear.

But if he was wrong and this little silver box turned out to be a bomb or toxic package or a homing signal...

Sam nudged his ribs, eyes wide and worried.

"Want me to send it to the Dora?"

The thought of Wakandan security tearing this unknown thing apart sent a terrible shard of pain through his chest, making him snatch it from the pile in haste.

Ignoring Sam's surprised flinch, Steve tore through the packaging.

Inside was a carefully crafted pocket watch. A little silver thing with a key that stole his breath away. Cheap metal scarred over and over. The kind which was invaluable.

It was an expensive, terribly expensive gift. Not of money but of time and resources. He doesn't even know how the sender got his hands on it.

He had known it to be lost with many things. Forgotten. A passed away relic nobody cared about. The one thing his mother carried with her. Her last connection to the home she left behind when she came to Brooklyn. The remnant she had to pawn off to survive one of the harshest winters they had ever known.

Steve remembered talking about it under the influence of Thor's Asgardian drink. He recalled curious eyes, sharp and focused. Eyes of the man who knew the value of memories, but not money.

"Oh," Steve breathed over the watch, thumbed it along the edge. He closed his eyes and took a moment to send out a prayer for his mother. Then pressed his lips over the watch.

Sam's eyes were on his. His silence not prying, not pressing for answers like Nat would. Only eternally patient and calm like he always was.

"This was my mom's. Well, my Nana 's I think. She had to pawn it off before. I thought -" His words caught up in his throat, so he cleared his voice and tried again. "I didn't..."

He closed his eyes and laughed silently.

"God, Tony's just- he's so stupid."

They were worlds apart. Ripped away from each other by their own volition. Unable to reach out because Steve was a criminal and Tony was still hurting, still curling around the wound over his heart. And yet...

Yet ...

Steve could almost hear it whispered over the immortal flame of a lone candle. A hand that held a tiny burnt cupcake smelling too strongly of vanilla and orange. A man torn between the past and the present confronted by a man always looking at the future.

Sam held out a card for him, looking solemn and pained, and a little bit jealous.

Steve would come to mull over it later, about his friend's distant gaze settled over the sky and the gun metal greys of his wings.

But right then, he took the card with gentle care, saw the generic wish written in familiar chicken scratch and ended up staring at the idiotic frowny face at the bottom for a long time.

He felt warmth bloom across his chest. Like his mother's gaze. Bucky's hand on his shoulder. Nat's smile. Wanda's humming. Sam's steady wisdom.

It was a bit like morning hope.

The kind that brought a streak of red and gold.

[minihotdog]

Have You Seen My Boyfriend?

Summary: You see Simon in the mask for the first time

C/W: angst (?)

A/N: I've been wanting to write this fic for a while now and I didn't really know what to do with it BUT @celestialwhoree wrote this lovely fic right here and it lit a fire under my ass. I also don't think Simon would wear his mask outside of combat-active areas sooo I threw that out the window to make this work.

Word Count: 723

He didn’t even remember that he still had that damn balaclava on when they touched down on the runway. Months had gone by and eventually, as it always did, it began to feel like a second skin.

He never let you see him with it on either. Simon made sure to keep Ghost on the field and Simon at home. He’d watched countless men throughout his career take work home with them and the damage it left on everyone they touched. He wasn’t perfect. He had his own struggles in disconnecting from the adrenaline and danger, but he’d been meticulous so far.

Since you came into his life the balaclava stayed in his ready-to-go bag that you weren’t allowed to touch.

The bulk of the unit grabs their bags and heads towards the hangar as fast as they can, happy to be freed from the C-130 they’d been cramped into like sardines for hours. Their families wait for them, cheering as they get closer.

Simon knew you didn’t like crowds and messaged you to meet him at the compound instead, he’d instructed a private to let you inside the barrack’s common area to wait for him.

You were sitting on an ugly old brown couch fidgeting with your fingers. He’d been gone for months and your excitement to have him back home was mixing with the anxiety of being in this environment that didn’t feel right for you to be in. You wondered if he’d get in trouble for letting you be there.

At some point, you get on your feet and begin pacing away from the door in case they barge in to take you away for being in a restricted area unsupervised.

Simon detours to throw his bags in his office before heading towards the common area. His weapon and clips are long gone, turned into the armory waiting for his next embarkment. His vest is still snug on his frame, his skeleton-printed gloves still donned with months of sweat and grime soaked into the fabric, and his forgotten balaclava sticking to him absentmindedly.

You jump out of your skin in fear when the door swings open and spin around on your heels to meet your awaiting demise. Your nerves don’t subside when a giant man steps into the room. All the air suddenly gets sucked out.

He’s covered head to toe and the only thing your eyes can focus on is the skull print on his face. He closes the door behind him, his eyes not leaving yours.

You swallow harshly, trying to force words out. Or do anything to save yourself.

“Have you seen my boyfriend?” You squeak out. You watch the mask move over his features and you avoid his eyes at all costs. The overcast from the eyeholes makes them look like black holes.

“Y/n,” He breathes out while taking a step closer. You swear to yourself he almost sounds like your Simon but the alarm bells continue going off at the sight of him. You take a step back and in his exhausted state, it finally clicks. His eyes close and his eyebrows furrow in disbelief. He looks over you taking in your reluctance and the fear coursing through you.

Fuckin’ Hell

He reaches up slowly to not scare you. His fingers pull at the fabric at the top of his head slowly pulling the balaclava off to reveal his all-to-familiar face, his messy blond locs sticking out in every direction.

“Jesus, Simon!” You gasp, running to him and banging on his chest. “You scared the shit out of me! What the fuck!”

He wraps his arms around you, pinning you to his chest. You writhe in his arms trying to escape.

“I’m sorry, love. I didn’t mean to.”

You look up into his sad chocolate brown eyes now freed from the darkness that hid them before. “I never wanted you to see that, doll. That isn’t me, I promise.” His voice comes out soft and full of regret.

He yanks his gloves off letting them fall to the ground so he can lace his fingers in your hair. He holds you against his chest, occasionally brushing his lips against your forehead.

Cats out of the bag.

He doesn’t know what to do now. What if this is the start of something he can’t prevent?

[coeurify]

I have no idea how this would fit into an storyline but I am a hoe for fake dating. Imagine fake dating with abby and it slowly becoming too real

UGH YOU GET ME FAKE DATING IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE TROPES!!

⋆˚✿˖° now, abby anderson had a problem. specifically a blonde, brown eyed loud mouthed man of a problem. owen fucking moore. she had broken up with him in the summer time, little explanation given to the ass of a boyfriend other than that she needed to “find herself.” (not that she needed to give any.)

⋆˚✿˖° but owen? oh owen didn’t accept that. so from the very moment abby had broken it off, to when the air began to smell like fall.. he pestered abby. asked for a reason, begged for another chance (despite HIM going around with damn near every girl on the WLF compound.)

⋆˚✿˖° things came to a head at a get together in one of abby and owen’s mutual friend’s apartment style quarters. mutual friend who also happened to be your roommate.

⋆˚✿˖° abby and owen fought all night, abby’s cheeks red from embarrassment and anger, eyebrows furrowed together. “why can’t you just take no for an answer owen?“ the cup in her hand crackled a bit under the pressure when the man scoffed. “because you never give me a real answer!” abby’s arms crossed at that, searching around the room. quickly, and maybe a little impulsively, she shrugged. “i’m into someone else now.”

⋆˚✿˖° owen just couldn’t accept that, his arms thrown around dramatically. “so you like another guy? that’s why you wont give me another chance? you know i can treat you better.” that sentence alone reminded abby just why she hated being with him so much, but again that fast moving brain of hers spoke before the thought could finish, finger pointing in the direction of the first person she found.. you. “it’s not a guy. it’s a girl. im not.. into your..” abby made a motion, “species anymore.” sure, it was sort of true. abby recently realized she probably had a thing for girls, but you particularly? she couldn’t count on her fingers the amount of conversations she had with. “i like her.”

⋆˚✿˖° you, who’s head poked up, mouth full of slightly stale chips, having heard the whole conversation. abby anderson, beautiful, funny, madeyouweakintheknees, abby anderson was into you? and not straight? surely not. you swallowed harshly, deciding to play into whatever game abby seemed to have set on the floor. you made your way over, an award winning smile on your face as owen’s mouth dropped open further than a damn infected. “You like her? as in girls?”

⋆˚✿˖° honestly, you probably caused more trouble when you stood near the two, “abs!” you grinned, “you forgot your jacket here.. cmere ill grab it for you.” and then your hand is wrapped around her tensed bicep, the stiffness likely caused by her pure shock you even played along. still, she used it as an out from the devil with blonde locks, shrugging almost apologetically at owen before letting you whisk her away.

⋆˚✿˖° and that night, after everyone but you and abby had stumbled out of the cramped room, which was still humid and heavy, you made the plan. with a pen that had little ink left, scratching against the water damaged pages of the notebook you tucked under your pillow, you wrote the words “project get rid of owen moore.” which ok, in retrospect sounded really bad. but you were a little tipsy.

⋆˚✿˖° the plan was easy. play the role of abby’s first girlfriend, convince owen she was totally not into him or men anymore. what did you get out of it? a spot on the top dog abby anderson’s patrol team. something you had been vying for this year. abby agreed, although a little hesitantly. she promised she had picked you only because its who her pointed finger found first. not any actual attraction. you swallowed down the hit to your ego that brought.

⋆˚✿˖° and honestly? the plan went on pretty steadily. you were a damn good fake girlfriend if you had to admit it, and abby didn’t hate being around you. in fact, she really enjoyed being around you. she enjoyed how easily your fingers reached down, tapping on her palm to fing a way to hold her hand whenever one of owen’s posey was around. she enjoyed how you leaned in whenever owen passed by, your lips on her ear, whispering anything you knew would have her smiling. a fake smile of course.

⋆˚✿˖° you two had some pretty strict rules. no kissing, no extreme touchiness, absolutely no spilling to anyone this was fake, and the most important.. no real feelings. you had come up with a backstory, one you two had studied together. (you two met in the training room after your roommate introduced you two and totally hit it off. abby got you a spot on her team next to her and manny, and feeling bloomed from there.) abby added in a few details she knew would piss owen off.. and you sealed your lips shut to follow the rules.

⋆˚✿˖° the first few weeks were easy. you liked spending time around abby. you enjoyed how she smiled, you laughed at all the jokes she cracked (for the fake dating points of course..), and you loved training with her. you had to ignore the shiver her hands on your shoulders or waist gave, knowing it was just to help your position. “you have to fix your stance if you plan on fighting scars..” abby huffed.

⋆˚✿˖° the problem started in october. a month and a half into your fake dating plan. tens of lunches spent alone together, a handful of new hair styles you begged to try on abby, and around 5 missions out of the base, in. there was a party, one you demanded the two of you go to one day as you lounged on abby’s bunk— watching as she cleaned up manny’s mess across the room. “if we dress up together, owen will totally finally get off your case,” you assured, bringing a loud sigh from the blonde. “oh my god.. fine.”

⋆˚✿˖° you went as a angel and devil, simple enough to easy stitch together some devil horns for yourself and an angel halo you found in an old broken down store in the city for abby. no way did you admit the trouble you went for to find it to abs, especially not as she easily pulled her shirt off in front of you, totally clueing you in to where the nickname came from as she shoved on the white teeshirt.

⋆˚✿˖° see, the no kissing rule was an important one, but vodka made everything seem less important, and owen was awfully loud that night, scoffing any time you smiled and leaned into your angel, head band tilting off your head, which abby fixed with a grin. “you two act more like friends than people fucking each other,” owen scoffed as he pressed by you two, the words pounding in abby’s ears over the loud mingling voices.

⋆˚✿˖° “kiss me,” abby called over the old cd that played on the speakers, her cheeks red with anger— blue eyes flicking around. “what?” you laughed, thinking back to rule number 1. “i know we said no— no kissing but i just.. oh my god just kiss me,” abby muttered, her large hands gripping your cheeks and pulling you in for a kiss, one she was sure owen was watching on to. one you melted into, sucking her lip in between yours.

⋆˚✿˖° that had been a breaking point, ragged breaths and heated necks as you pulled away. it lead to more excuses with less validity being used when the two of you stared at each other’s lips. stepping down the stairs of the base, eyes catching on someone who just looked like owen. “kiss me,” abby muttered quickly, and you wasted no time to turn your head and fill your nose with the scent of pine as you leaned in.

⋆˚✿˖° the no kissing rule crossed off right before the no touchiness one did, that one had been scribbled off completely when abby began pulling you into her lap in group functions, one soft hand rubbing up against your side as she whispered in your ear, “jus’ for show.”

⋆˚✿˖° just for show of course, but you screamed into your pillow for so long that night you almost thought the walls of your room would crumble down along with the barrier you put between you and the blonde.

⋆˚✿˖° kisses and touchiness turned to nights spent in abby’s room, mornings waking up and having abby’s shirt thrown at your face. “wear that, owen got it for me when we were dating.” sure, you probably should be ashamed to be wearing the clothes of a girl who didn’t like you, but the frown on owen’s face made it worth it.

⋆˚✿˖° that last rule, the one that didn’t have pen strokes over the letters, the one locked behind awkward coughs and side glances, well you weren’t sure who broke it first. you dont know why feelings came into play, but you sure do know it happened.

⋆˚✿˖° you felt it first when abby didn’t talk to you for a few days. you saw her across the stadium with nora, her head tilted back lightly in a laugh at something the other girl said. that was the first time you felt the needle sized ache in your heart, one that only ripped further when owen shoulder checked you on his way by, “better get your girl. she slips away easily.”

⋆˚✿˖° maybe that rule had been broken when abby stormed into your room, met with the sight of you on the couch with some other blonde girl, an old tape of a southern movie mid way through when anderson scoffed and demanded the girl get out. she did so in a hurry, scrambling for her sweatshirt as a frown grew on your lips. “abby what the fuck?” you scoff, watching her eyebrows unfurrow lightly. “you can’t have other girls over! it fucks with our plan,” she accused, though she stumbled lightly over the words. “she’s just a friend, abby.”

⋆˚✿˖° however, the night you sat in your bed, breath heavy and eyes stinging as you broke through the paper with the pen, scratching over the words “no real feelings,” that came in the end of november.

⋆˚✿˖° your head was pressed into abby’s shoulder, yawning and closing your eyes as the movie played on a big sheet, a biweekly occurrence in the WLF base. abby had pressed to your cheek, placing a kiss to it that had some sort of butterfly attack take fruition in your stomach. you two didn’t even know if owen or his friends were around, and they for sure were not the reason of abby’s hand linking into yours as you two walked toward her room later that night. you both seemed to realize that when you reached her door and she leaned forward just lightly, as if to kiss you.

⋆˚✿˖° she cleared her throat, licking over the lips you wanted to capture again. “i think-” she said suddenly, squeezing her eyes closed. “i think owen really believes it now.” you could feel your heart sinking to the empty stomach that laid below your chest, knowing what came next. “i think we should break up.” abby finished, quick to add, “fake break up.”

⋆˚✿˖° you nodded along silently to the story she built still standing in her doorway. miscommunication, arguments, differing plans, the whole shebang— anything to make the breakup believable. you agreed, but the moment her door shut, a half smile and thank you sitting on her lips as the door locked, you felt the tears prick your eyes.

⋆˚✿˖° you wiped quickly at the tears, your hand slapped over the aching chest you swore betrayed you. you sucked in shallow breaths, shaky hands finding your own door as your vision went blurry.

⋆˚✿˖° as your pen broke through the white sheet of paper, you cursed your own heart. you cursed it for being so easy to rip from your chest, presented on a platter for a blonde who only saw it as a fake replica. you threw the notebook across the floor, hand slapping over your mouth so your roommate wouldn’t wake as you sobbed into it. surely you had been the only one to break that rule, but that didn’t matter now.

⋆˚✿˖° but you were wrong. not that you could know that. a five minute walk away, abby breathed out slowly as her fingers scraped though the braid she was undoing, an odd stinging pricked at the corner of her lashes. she knew she did the right thing. she knew it as soon as her lips searched for your own at her doorway tonight. so why did it feel so bad? why did her hands tremble as she pulled out her blanket and climbed under it, squeezing her eyes shut.

⋆˚✿˖° if this was all fake, why did the break up feel so real?

[k4marina]

— celebration || s.r

synopsis: after another mission you and the 141 head to the local pub to celebrate another success however, simon has another idea of "celebrating"

warnings: smut, oral (male receiving), pub/drinking, light fingering idek if you’d call it that, hair pulling, can u even call is porn w/ plot?? UNEDITED lmk what else i missed

a/n: i had a whole thing written but then i scrapped it and wrote this instead. also this is the first time i’ve written smut sooo…. pls be nice. i promise i’ll get better

simon”ghost”riley x fem!reader

it’s dingy and cramped in the bathroom, the room lit up by a singular red bulb in the corner of the room, setting the ‘mood’ for the little room.

noise from the outside comes in muffled, like you’re underwater, everything blending into one another: the music, glasses clattering on the bartop, drunk and slurred speech.

and while it muffles the outside world, it amplifies what’s goin on inside two fold.

the wet sounds of you two kissing fill up the empty space, simon occasionally groaning, enjoying your lips on his own.

“down,” his hands work his belt while you obediently do as told, ever the good soldier you are. he pulls himself out, already hard. his tip and angry red and glistening with precum. he doesn’t have to tell you anything as you open your mouth, sliding his throbbing cock into your mouth.

his hand comes down to hold the back of your head, bunching up some hair into a makeshift ponytail, gently rocking his hips back and forth, letting you get used to the weight of him.

he picks up the pace, fucking himself into your mouth.

“that’s it.” his voice sends shivers down your spine and feeds into the ache between your thighs. “good girl, takin’ my cock so well in that needy mouth of yours.”

he’s ruthless, not caring if your gagging or not. he lets out a loud groan, brining our face in so your face was buried into his pelvic bone. his musk filling your nose, before your pulled back and allowed to breath again.

simon effortlessly pick you up, pulling down your pants and panties in one go. his fingers swipe down your folds and you let out a whimper.

“fuckin’ hell..” he groans. “haven’t even touched ya’ and your already drippin’ wet.”

he turns you around, chest planted onto the sink, your hand coming up to support yourself. simon lazily drags the tip of his cock up and down your wet folds. your slick makes it easy for him to slip in, slowly and painfully filling you in.

the airs almost knocked out of you as he bottoms out with a growl. he stays put, letting the both of you adjust to each other.

“fuck,” his hands grip onto your waist as a way to ground himself. “you’re so fucking tight, sweet girl.” he gently begins to rock his hips back and forth, lazily thrusting into you but enough that your moaning.

he’s so big that you can’t help but to feel him everywhere. simon picks up the pace and you drop your head down at the stimulation.

“nah-ah, can’t have you looking away now can we?” his hand comes up, pulling yours back up by the hair so your eyes can meet in the mirror.

the red light casted down his already tall stature, extenuating his features and painting his skin in a nice red. his eyes looked dark thanks to the lighting, reminding you of his skill plated mask and you could only imagine what it would be like being fucked by him in his gear.

simons hips snap against your ass, the lewd sound of skin slapping filling the small room. he fuck you at a brutal pace, pushing you closer to your high.

“fuck!.. ah.. simon, i’m close.” you barely were able to form a coherent sentence, feeling the familiar feeling of a coil forming in your gut, getting ready to snap.

one of simons hands slips from your hip and between your legs, rubbing fast circles onto your clit.

“thank it, baby,” his voice husky. “cum for me, love. wanna cum with you.”

his fingers continued rubbing your clit until you reached your high, your vision going white for a split second. your cunt fluttered and clenched around him sending him over his edge. with one last thrust he buried himself deep into you, hot ropes of cum filling you up to the brim.

you both panted, catching your breath. simon leaned over, softly leaning his chest to your back, giving your shoulder and neck light kisses. his grip on your hair and hip loosened.

once you’d caught your breath he softly pulling out of you with a groan. his cum slowly dribbled out of your sore cunt and he tucked himself back into his pants before helping you, giving you a soft kiss on the forehead.

once you’d fixed yourself in the mirror you two snuck back into the packed bar, grabbing a drink before going back to the table where the others were.

when you set your drink down soap and gaz gave you a shit eating grin.

“what?”

they looked at each other and then gaz turned back to you, “you’re glowing.”

your face turned red and you looked away, clearly flustered. the two laughed at your reaction.

“shut up,” you managed. “it’s hot.”

“oh i’m sure it was.. hot.” soap cackled.

before you could reply you felt a presence behind you.

“that’s enough mctavish.”

safe to say you weren’t safe from soap and gaz’s teasing for the remaining week.

i know i know i’m a bad person for not posting this sooner but i rewrote this like ten times bc i didn’t like it.

anywayz i’m working on requests rn so send some if you want. once i’m finished with that i have an idea for a series coming up so stay tuned ig.

[manicrouge]

SIN CITY

[𝙺𝚎𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚁𝚞𝚜𝚜 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛]

[𝙳𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝙿𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍]: 09/02/24

[𝙰𝚋𝚘𝚞𝚝]: Rorke finds the Ghost's and you fear you're never going to see Keegan again.

[𝙲𝚠]: Major character death, violence, gore, graphic injury, hurt/ comfort, reader goes THROUGH IT, idk if there's anything else.

[𝚆𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝]: 7k (exactly btw)

[𝙰/𝙽]: This has literally been in my drafts since Decemeber and I wrote way too much of it to not do anything with it so = I hope this is enough to suffice. Also, this is entirely based off of the mission 'Sin City' in call of duty ghosts, so if you haven't seen or played the game and don't want spoilers then please skip this !! (I would be surprised if you've not seen this yet you're in the Keegan tag.)

Also, if people do enjoy this I am down to write a part two so please let me know :3

ENJOY !!

There may be typos, apologies!!

Please don't post my work anywhere else without my permission !!

‘If I ever went missing, would you go and look for me?'

It was silent for a moment, and after five seconds passed, you turned to look at the man lying beside you. As you observed his features, you realised that his eyes were closed and while you doubted someone’s ability to dose off so quickly, you sure as shit didn’t doubt Keegan’s. His hand on your waist gave him away as it tightened on you, pulling you closer to him.

Opening his eyes, he peered at you with a furrowed brow. ‘The fuck kinda question is that, princess?’ He asked, ‘of course I would. Besides, need you with me,’ he said, ‘who else would I have to watch my back? Didn’t spend all that time training you for you to disappear on me, did I?’

Smug bastard.

'You're full of yourself,' you bit back.

'Good reason to be,' he said, brushing a hand through his black hair, moving his fringe away from his eyebrows, 'I'll consider being humble when I lose you, princess. But that hasn't happened and it won't be happening on my watch, not at all,' he reassured, pulling you closer to him.

You slapped his chest, letting out a heavy sigh, resting your head against his chest. In the dead of the night and the silence in your room, you listen to the thud of his beating heart while held up on a tiny bed. You were practically on top of him, legs intertwined. 

There wasn't anywhere to go, however, and he didn't seem to care about you closeness at that moment. Rather, he settled with the heat of your body much better than he would have settled in a bed with more space.

'You think this'll ever be over?' you mumbled, closing your eyes, 'I'd like to sleep in a bigger bed with you; this ones a little cramped. Maybe even watch something on a TV too.’

'You're free to take the floor if you want to, I'm not stopping you,' he grunted, pinching your waist.

'I'm gonna blow your brains out,' you sleepily mumbled, placing your hand over his. His chest twitches as he lets out a short laugh, folding his arm behind your head so he can brush his fingers through your hair. 'I mean it,' you grumbled.'

'Of course you do, princess,' he said, 'of course you do.'

—

Throughout your training as a Ghost, you gained an understanding that things will never ever be as easy as you wish they were. But, it came with the job, you suppose, whether it was spoken or not. 

Feelings as such only ever drift in when you don’t have a distraction, and the absence of Keegan after Elias sent him to Colorado Springs proved to be bruising. 

Admittedly, you had been apprehensive with Elias’ request, although, in private, you digressed as you noted that Elias is your Captain, and you were to never question your captains judgement. Even when it came to someone that you loved. So, you bit your tongue, and for the first time in what felt like a long time, you allowed yourself to relax. 

But, you have some things you needed to do before you got any sleep, or before you thought about anything else other than Rorke and the Federation. 

‘JSOC’s going to want to move fast on this, so load up before you get any shut eye,’ he advises.

You follow behind him, standing beside Logan as he walked with Hesh and Merrick by his side. Fortunately, the brunt of the experience has been dealt with, you had survived Keegan’s absence overnight, and in a matter of hours, he would be back by your side. Inwardly, you’re embarrassed at your clinginess to him, but deep down you know he enjoys it. 

‘We’ve got six hours until Keegan gets back,’ Elias says. 

Upon the mention of his name, Riley brushes his head against your leg, and you look down at the German Shepherd, rolling your eyes. Leaning down slightly, you scratch his head. ‘Shut up,’ you grumble to the pup when he looks up at you, his tongue poking out from the corner of his mouth. When you pull your hand away, he licks it, staring back at you. With a huff, you fold to his attempt of cuteness, moving your hand to the his head again. 

‘Hold up,’ Merrick says abruptly. 

An arm grabs your forearm suddenly, and you let out a startled breath, though when you look in front of you, you realise you’d almost walked right into Hesh. Exhaling, you turn your head to Logan who gives you a short nod. 

‘Somethin’ feel off to you?’ Merrick asks, turning to Elias.

The man immediately turns to his right, observing a laptop left perched on a desk. He says little for a moment, and when you turn your head away from your Captain, you acknowledge Merrick’s watchful eye as he peers down the scope of his gun, observing the sights through the broad windows located to the left of you. 

‘Security’s working,’ says the man to the right of you. 

Merrick slowly backs away, keeping his eyes trained o the window. You feel your throat tighten as you keep your eyes on the man, his paranoia working well to leave a heavy feeling in your chest. Logan lets go of your arm as he glances at his brother, a look that you don’t miss, and Merrick looks at you. You open your mouth to speak, holding the gun in your hands close to your chest, snapping your head to Riley as the dog begins to bark, glaring directly through he window that Merrick had just kept his eyes trained on. 

While he may be a dog, he is surely not an idiot- in fact, you’re quite sure that Riley is much smarter than many of the people you had encountered when you had been a simple rookie, before Elias had taken you under his wing. He could certainly kill more people, that’s for sure. 

It all seems to happen in slow motion, and the night you had spent prior seems to dissipate in one moment. There’s this hissing, you hear it from below, and before you have time to contemplate what exactly it is, a black can is thrown over the balcony, a train of green smoke pouring from out of the top of it.

‘Fuck,’ you curse, ‘get out!’ you yell, watching as another two cans containing the same foul smelling gas are tossed over  the balcony, hitting the ground with a clink.

As you begin to sprint, you find the air around you is similar to the air you breathed whenever you were spending time with Keegan on his smoke break. All oxygen left your lungs as you broke into a sprint, your eyes water, and before you know it, you falling down to the ground, gasping for air as you feel your eyes grow heavy. 

In the midst of the panic and over the thumping of your heart in your chest, you hear Elias call out, ‘Riley, hide!’ before breaking out into a fit of coughs.

You wretch, clawing at the ground in some form of futile attempt to escape, but nothing works as you watch Logan collapse right before you, spewing out violent coughs. Never have you felt so defenceless, so weak as you succumb to the gas, the world around you growing blurry before fading into complete darkness. 

—

‘What are you doing up, kid?’ Keegan asks, seeing you appear beside him.

Letting out a small yawn, your boots crunch against a few stray rocks as you approach him, taking a seat against the rock he was leaning on, looking out at the remnants of No Mans Land. Logan and Hesh had regarded it as their home, as did their father, though, you couldn’t really picture the place without the addition of a crater which grew every day, claiming the lives of old rickety buildings and unsuspecting wildlife.

It was a sorry sight to see for sure, and inwardly, you were happy you never had the misfortune of seeing your own home falling to pieces.

‘You need sleep,’ he said, taking a drag from the cigarette between his lips. 

Your eyebrows raise as you look at him, crossing your arms over yourself. ‘I thought you said you didn’t smoke,’ you say, 'you're a liar.'

You didn’t miss the way he rolled his eyes at your comment, and when he pulls it from his lips, exhaling a cloud of grey smoke, he chuckles. ‘Thought I told you not to hang onto every little thing I tell you, princess,’ he stated, ‘seems like we’re both guilty of doing something we’re not supposed to, hm?’

Placing the cigarette between his lips again, he turns his attention to you, noting that you’d crinkled your nose as the smoke he’d exhaled blew back into your face. ‘You can handle the fuckin’ dust in the battlefield, but the moment you smell a cigarette you fold?’ he mocks, laughing.

Your brow furrows at his comment and you fought of the urge to rip the cigarette out of his mouth. Instead, you allowed him to have his silly little cancer stick knowing that, if you did so something so cruel, he was sure to be upset at you, no matter how close the pair of you were. Cigarettes were difficult to come by and you liked him enough to let him have one in peace. 

—

When the world fades in, you’re moving.

You don’t know how, and for a short second, you’re convinced you’ve died. But, when you take a sharp breath and feel your lungs burning, you’re crudely brought back to life. When you look ahead of you, you witness two soldiers trailing behind you. Keeping your head bowed, you wince at the dizziness wrecking your tired mind, attempting to hold your breath in fear of the due ache in your lungs.

Swallowing, your mouth is dry and you feel the urge to vomit as your head keeps swaying from side to side. Your limbs feel like jelly, fluid. You can hear them talking, although, everything seems miles away from you, and you feel your eyes water as the tightness in your chest grows. If they know you’re here, do they know where Keegan is? The thought sends a chill down your spine, and in your delirious state, you declare that you will kill anyone who even dared to touch even a hair on his head. Even if it meant your death too. 

‘That all you got you piece of shit?!’

It’s Merrick, you recognise his tone from anywhere, it nearly shatters your delirious state entirely, though, the grip on the back of your collar tightens as your pulled away from him.

There’s more shouting and a loud smack, Merrick, you imagine, is on the receiving end of such a hit. A Ghost in true fashion, that’s for sure. As you attempt to lift your head again, you find the world growing dark once more, and, while you feel as though you should fight against it just as you had seen him do, you allow yourself to fall back into the abyss as you feel your lung burning and throat swelling. 

—

There’s a screeching when you come back around, a vile ringing in your ears. ‘Well, I guess if you want something done right, do it yourself.’ 

Your blood runs cold.

As you slowly begins to lift your head, a hand grabs your face, forcing your head up. The light protruding from the window to the left of you is nearly bruising, and when the hand holding your face successfully tilts your head up, your eyes meet with Rorkes. He looks down at you with a wrinkled smirk, his hold tightening on your hair, yanking it harder. You wince at the pressure as he keeps his eyes on you.

‘You’re finally awake,’ he acknowledges, pushing your head down, letting go of your hair. ‘Good.’

He walks away from you, and as you look around, you note that Hesh is sitting directly across from you, Logan is to the right of you, and Elias is to your left.

As you continue to look around, your face pales at the disappearance of Merrick, and while you sit, you recall the faint memory in your banging head of the man being surrounded by Federation soldiers.

He’s smart, you think, you could leave that bastard in a forest with a knife and he’d have his own fuckin’ city in a month. He’s fine. 

‘Nice to have the family back together, isn’t it?’ Rorke asks, looking to Elias. The man shows no fear, looking the devil right in the eyes with a stoic expression on his face. ‘One thing, though,’ he says, ‘we’re just missin’ our quiet friend, aren’t we?’ he says.

Your heart calms at such a statement.

He doesn’t have him, he’s fine, he’s safe.

You expect him to keep his eyes trained on Elias, counting on the fact that he is the Captain, but, he turns his head over his shoulder and looks at you. Heaving a heavy sigh, he turns his back to Elias, placing his hands down on his knees, ‘where’s Keegan?’

Looking him in the eyes, you spite your dry throat as the muscles in your neck contort and you muster up a mouthful of phlegm. He keeps his eyes trained on you, and you lung forward, a spray of mucus and saliva coating his face. ‘Fuck you,’ you heave, ‘I’m not telling you a fuckin’ thing,’ you sharply state.

He looks at you with wide eyes, standing up and wiping his face with the palm of his hand. 

‘Damn bitch has got some fight in her, doesn't she?’ he laughs, turning to Elias, ‘not your daughter by blood, but by attitude… fuck me, Elias, you’ve got yourself a mini me!’ he exclaims. You bite your lip, taking a deep breath as you look at your Captain with bleary eyes. Grabbing the back of the man’s chair, he pulls it to him. Elias’ gaze doesn’t leave his. ‘Where is he?’ he slowly questions. 

There’s a moment of silence.

‘You know I’m not telling you a damn thing,’ he spits, baring his teeth in his direction.

Never have you seen the man so agitated, his bruised face flushed red, his split lip oozing with blood, a thin line of it trailing down his chin. He looks like a savage beast as the sunlight behind him renders his features darker than typical, and the curve of his lips when he addresses Rorke even sends a shiver up your spine.

Of course, a Ghost was loyal to his own until death, and even then, they were buried down to watch over them. Once a Ghost, always a Ghost. Elias proved his worth much more than Rorke ever could, and while you wondered what exactly they had done to break the man who Elias had described as ‘one hell of a Ghost,’ but one thing was for certain. A man who broke was not a Ghost. Never was, and never would be.

’Go fuck yourself,’ Elias hisses.

Rorke laughs, nodding his head, letting go of the back of his chair. It lands with a clatter, and you watch as the man continues to nod to himself.

‘Dangerous fuckin’ game you’re playing,’ he states, and you watch as his right hand moves from the front of him, trailing around to the side where his pistol sat in his holster.

He’s gonna shoot Elias. Your eyes grow wide as you watch the man retrieve his weapon. Your muscles tensing as he holds it out in front of him. It’s aimed right at his chest, overing above his heart. ‘Well, let's see if I can change your mind,’ he exhales. 

BANG.

In a moment, his hand whips around, and when the trigger is pulled, all the air in your lungs exudes like puss from a pimple.

The shot causes your ears to ring. It’s loud, and everything is fuzzy. For a moment, you look up in search of the wound, hoping that the bullet had not went through your Captains skull. Only, when you look in his direction, you see the smoking pistol pointed directly at you. Your eyes grow wide, and you let out a short breath.

You heard the gun go off, the bullet had to be somewhere. And then, you felt a wetness pooling against your thighs. Everything seemed to move slowly when you raised your head up, looking across to Hesh with wide eyes. 

I’m going to die, I’m going to die and Keegan isn’t here with me.

As you manage to get a short breath in, agony hits you like a truck and you lean over without a second thought.

I’m going to die.

All you training, everything, how to stop the bleeding, none of it matters; you’re truly at the disposal of the enemy and there’s nothing you can do. Not even you Captain can do anything. 

‘NO!’ Elias screams, dragging you back into the moment. 

Between the thudding beats of your heart, you hear Hesh screaming out bloody murder, thrashing against the ropes that keep him tied to the chair, ‘Son of a bitch!’ he screams, looking directly at Rorke, ‘I’m going to kill you! You hear me? I’m going to fucking kill you!'

A shaky breath leaves you as your eyes well with tears, and when you look down, you gulp hard at the sight of a wound oozing blood. Your throat tightens as you feel your entire body grow hot.

‘Easy junior,’ Rorke warns with a disapproving tone. You keep your head bowed as his shadow looms over you, ‘I ain’t even started with you yet,’ he chuckles.

Keegan, where’s Keegan- I’m going to die.

Your eyes sting as your trembling hands press against the rope, pulling against them. You need to get out of there otherwise you are going to die. 

Elias calls your name, you hear it, he shouts it, yet, it seems so quiet.

'Look at me!’ he demands, and while everything in you is telling you to keep your eyes trained on the wound, you force your head up, sniffing hard as you look your Captain in the eyes. At the very least, even if Keegan isn’t there with you, you have him.

Elias, you captain, your military father. There have been plenty of jokes made during particularly bleak moments in missions where Hesh and Logan have likened you to their sister. It's an honour, truly, to know that they were your brothers no matter relation, and Elias entertained the idea that you were the daughter he had never had. 

Rorke appears behind him and it’s then that you don’t realise how many seconds are passing. Every single second feels like an hour, and you’re more than aware that every second passing is yet another drop of wasted blood. You’re running on borrowed fucking time, and there’s Rorke, the big fucking man he is, parading around in front of you like he’s a jester. ‘That’s right,’ he chuckles, placing his hand on Elias shoulder, ‘that’s it,’ he sighs, ‘show him how much pain he’s causing you right now.’

‘Keegan will kill you,’ you rasp out, stifling a short whimper as you clench your teeth. ‘And if he doesn’t, then I will.’

You’re more than aware of the situation your in and your pessimism seems to waver with your consciousness as a sudden boost of adrenaline fills you with defiance. If you’re going to die, you might as well run your tongue; the worst thing that can happen in this moment is him simply putting you out of your misery. 

Rorke laughs at your threats, ‘you see,’ he begins, ‘funny think about your old Captain here,’ he stops himself for a moment, shoving Elias as he resumes his position, looking you in the eyes, ‘He lets his men die to save his own ass,’ he states, turning his attention away from you, turning his attention back to the Captain.

Exhaling shakily, you look over to Hesh and Logan who return a look equally as frightened. Never have you seen the pair of them appear so apprehensive, although, you definitely don’t miss the look of anger. No, even though the look isn’t intended for you, you feel a chill run up your spine. 

‘Dammit, Rorke,’ Elias yells, ‘this is between you and me!’

The world seems like its on a merry-go-round, twisting and turning leaving a delightful fuzziness in your head. Adrenaline is pupping through you, and you’re thankful for the emotion, for, if you didn’t have it, you very well would have been out like a light. Your hands continue to pull against the ties of your rope, and while your wrists are burning from the constant pulling and tugging, you breath a short sigh of relief when you feel them loosening. Whoever tied it clearly weren’t trained in the art of kidnapping. 

‘Leave my kids out of it!’ Elias demands.

You feel your heart warm at his sentiment, giving you all the more fight to get out of these damn binds. Works gun is right next to him, you can get it, you can reach for it, and you can blow that fuckers brains out. 

‘You’re talking to a superior Lieutenant,’ Rorke says, pacing back and forward, before finding his way right back to Elias. Looking down at the man, he calmly speaks, ‘show some discipline.’

You feel your face grow warm listening to their exchange. 

‘You were never one of us, you’re not a Ghost,’ Elias cruelly says, turning his face away from Rorke, looking down to the ground. Rorke hums, turning his attention back towards you.

The ties are growing looser, they’re getting there, you can almost get your hand out of them, yet, you maintain poker face as you look up at Rorke. 

‘Well,’ Rorke breathes, ‘that’s just cause I’m better than you!’ he exclaims, keeping his eyes trained on you. You watch as they narrow, it’s a subtle one, one that you had noted during parring matches with rookies.

As Keegan had taught you, when soldiers get lazy, they give themselves away and it’s always in the eyes.

Your eyes dart to his hands, seeing him clench his fists as he snaps his body around, driving his fist into Elias’ face. The man falls to the side with a grunt as Rorke takes a short breath before raising his other fist, ‘I’ve always been better than you!’ he seethes, punching that man again. Elias tilts his head back against the chair, and you watch as both Logan and Hesh begin to fight much harder against their restraints. Either way, someone was getting out and Rorke was going to pay. ‘But you… you call yourself a Ghost?!’ he barks, hating Elias again. 

As he looks down on Elias, you pull a hand free from the ties. Keeping your eyes trained on Rorke, you look down at his gun, gritting your teeth. ‘You’re nothing! You and your kids, you’re dead!’ he declares.

Wrong move.

With his proud declaration, you push yourself up from out of the chair, snatching his pistol from out of the holster on his thigh. Such, unfortunately, doesn’t go unnoticed by Rorke as he whips around, grabbing your arms, forcing the pistol up. You place your hands against his, using all the strength you can muster to pull the gun away from him. 

Nothing moves him, however. 

But he’s a monster, he likes to play with his food.

He’s not using all his strength, he’s taking it easy on you, and you’re still losing. As he does so, he laughs in your ear. ‘Oh,’ he gasps, ‘she’s still got a little life in her,’ he laughs aloud, positioning the gun so your pointing it directly at Elias. ‘Didn’t he ever tell you not to aim guns at people?’ You grunt, driving your foot against his boot, feeling his grip falter for a moment. You attempt to move the gun upwards, your finger pressed against the trigger. Everything burns. Everything hurts. But you’re not going to stop, you’re going to kill this bastard even if it kills you. 

Unfortunately he’s a scummy man, and as punishment for you stomping on his foot, he drives an elbow into your stomach, winding you.

Your hold falters- you almost fall to the floor- but he keeps you up on your feet, and through gritted teeth declares, ‘they could go off!’ His finger jams against your pressed against the trigger, a loud shot ringing in your ears. You watch a Elias throws his head to the side as a bullet drives through his chest. You fight against him harder, shaking your head. ‘That’s is!’ He grunts, ‘just a little more that way,’ he instructs you, forcing your hand further to the right. You actively pull away as the both of you fight against each other. Tears are running down your faces at that moment, every pull and tug driving the bullet in your stomach further and further. 

‘Dammit, Rorke, STOP!’ Hesh begs. 

 ‘Point it… at…’ another shot is fired, and Elias takes it with a grunt, 'your Captain.’

As though taking candy from a baby, he lets go of your hands, plucking it out of your sweaty grasp. Gunpowder invades your nostrils as he lets you go. Rookie mistake, you hear it in your head, but it isn't your voice. It's Keegan's.

You wobble on your feet, staggering backwards as your get your bearings. What you need to do is untie Logan who is right behind you, and then when he's distracted you can get to Hesh. Yet, as you step back and begin to move towards Logan, Rorke whips around to face you again driving the butt of the pistol into your face. It hits you with a crude thwack, a stoke of colour meeting your gaze as you fail to catch yourself, tumbling to the ground.

Logan screams out as you fall to the ground, and you tense as you brace for impact. You land with a thud, a broken cry escaping your lips when you feel the bullet lodge in your stomach dig further in.

The pain leaves you gasping an you clench your teeth as the room spins. Nausea spread through you as you lay there attempting to collect yourself, gulping back the urge to vomit.  Resting your palm against the ground, you begin to attempt to pick yourself up. If you can just make it to Logan, you can make everything right.

Keeping your eyes trained on Elias, you watch as Rorke circles him as a shark did its pray. Both Hesh and Logan are calling you for you, the rattle of their chair thumping causing your ears to ring. Licking your dry lips, you tense when Rorke turns back to you, pointing the pistol in his hand directly at your head.

‘You got fire in you, kid,’ he breathlessly confesses, ‘I like that… risking your life to protect your Captain,’ he chuckles, leaning into Elias, pressing his finger against his chest. ‘You could learn something from her, Elias.’

‘She’s my daughter,’ he croaks. 

‘Yeah,’ Rorke nods, glancing at you, ‘and she’s gonna get to watch you die. Her and your boys.'

Shot after shot is fired, every bang against you to witness as you grab your stomach, pressing down against the wound to keep yourself from losing more blood than necessary. You’re far too dazed to get up and fight against the man who saw the very life of your Captain as some sort of joke. So, you watch, helpless, as Rorke empties a clip into Elias.

‘No! No! Dad!’ Hesh cries. His face is red as he frashes against the ties keeping him from his father, the very sight making your headache. His tone is piercing as he carelessly spits out curses at the man before him. ‘I’ll kill you, you hear me?’ he screams, ‘I’ll kill you, you son of a bitch! I’m going to kill you! Motherfucker!’ 

The worlds a little blurry. 

Your eyelids grow heavy, and when you force the open upon hearing a thud right in front of you, you’re surprised to see Elias’ face meters away from yours. You fight against the urge to drift off. You’re not going to die, you’re getting out of this and you’re seeing Keegan again- you can't die.

‘You did well,’ Elias breathes, looking at you. Your blood runs cold at the sight of blood seeping onto the ground, ‘I’m proud of you, you and my boys,’ he utters, wheezing for a single breath of air. His lips are blue as he stares at you, your eyes welling with tears as you're forced to watch as the man struggles for his last breaths.

Rorke’s boot is planted firmly on top of his head, and you catch your Captain glancing up at the man.

For the very first time, you see fear in his eyes. It's a dastardly look, mixing with the loss of blood in an unappealing manner as his face grows sickeningly pale. Something tells you that Elias Walker is scared of dying.

No Ghost is to be scared of death, that's not who we are.

But, we're scared of losing each other.

Elias Walker is scared of losing his family, of leaving them behind.

Rorke sighs, pushing his boot further down, leaning down to press the muzzle of the pistol against his forehead.

Keegan, please.

‘Oh… you are right, Elias,’ breathes the man, ‘I’m not a Ghost,’ he grins. There's a pause in his words, and you find yourself searching for some form of sickly hope that just in the nick of time, there will be a bullet in Rorke's head rather than Elias'.

Rorke remains tall and as he licks his thin lips and eyes Elias, you find a dismal pit in your stomach that you know you're never going to recover from.

‘I’m the man that hunts them, and sends them back to the other side.’ 

With that, he pulls the trigger. 

You scrunch your eyes shut as you hear the rattle of the man's chest, a wet pray covering your face. Your lips form into a thin line as you choke out a broken sob, and when you bring your lips together again, the metallic taste of your Captains blood. Behind you, you can hear both Logan and Hesh sobbing, the anger the pair of the showed silently dissipated into grief.

The rustle of fabric in front of you unnerves you, and you attempt to turn away from Elias' corpse, letting out a startled breath when a shadow looms over you and you're grabbed.

'Leave her alone,' begs Logan, 'you got what you wanted. Leave her be... please.'

Rorke holds you in his arms like a child would a doll, and to your surprise, he guides you back into the chair you had jumped out from, forcing you back into it.

Standing back from the three of you, he rubs his mouth with his hand, his lips curling into a small grin as he hums to himself. 'Some talent is between you kids,' he says, 'real shame you're fighting the wrong side of this war, really, it is.'

—

Much to your pleasure, you find Merrick alive.

Despite your doubts prior, you knew well the man was capable of surviving. After the execution of Elias, Rorke left you with his soldiers and you, Hesh, Logan and Merrick were all forced onto your knees, kneeling on the balcony where the attack had first initially ensued. You’re unsure as to how much time had passed, but you were sure the wound was not getting any better as every time you shifted, you fell light headed. 

The soldiers that had been observing you receive something on the radio, although, your entire body is hot and your ears are ringing, the memory of Elias’ face stuck in your head as you were forced to witness his death close and personal. You’re quite sure there is residue on of the crime on your face, so, you keep your head bowed, out of the way of both Logan and Hesh who look completely broken. 

‘You alright?’ Logan whispers.

You’re shaking, but you nod your head. 

‘Just Peachy, L, don’t worry about it,’ you utter, keeping your head down. 

A shadow is cast over you and you catch sight of the boots of three soldiers.

‘The boss wants the girl alive,’ says one of them, causing you to snap your head upwards, looking at the three of them.

The one in the middle is pointing at you, marking you out of the crowd while the other two simply observe. 

You feel dirty. 

The man beside him nods his head, grabbing his pistol from his holster, aiming it at Hesh, while the other one approaches Logan, repeating the process.

It’s terribly calculated, killing both of the brothers, clearing the world of Elias once and for all at the same time. You keep your eyes trained on Hesh, eyes occasionally drifting to the window as you sit and wait. Planting the pistol firmly against Hesh’s head, you hear Logan grunt beside you. Hesh moves to the side, his forearms tensing, preparing for the shot. At the very last, they’re showing them mercy. They could have slit their throats, left them to drown in their own blood, yet, they’re making it easy.

One shot to the head. 

Then you see him. 

A small flicker of light in the distance. 

The light at the end of the tunnel.

The glass shatters, the man holding the gun to Hesh’s head stumbling down onto his knees, his hand firmly planted against his chest. It all happens so fast, the man beside him stands dazed, looking at his colleague. Another shot is fired, going right through the mans skull. A spray of brain, blood and skull covers you as the man fulls forward.

‘HESH, LOGAN! NOW!’ Merrick demands, the pair of them jumping to their feet. 

Logan shoves the guard to the ground, pulling him away from you while Hesh and Merrick rush two of two of the soldiers by the balcony. The awestruck soldier is left to you and you watch as he rushes forward, pulling the gun from the corpse of the dead soldier. Fortunately, Hesh manages to grab the rifle from off of the solider standing on the balcony, elbowing him in the stomach. Rushing up to you, he hits the back of the mans guns with the butt of the rifle, causing the man to fall to his knees. You watch with wide eyes as the solider attempts to rush up to him while Hesh fights with the other one. 

Another shot is fired. 

The soldier behind Hesh falls to the ground. 

‘I got you! Go!’ Merrick yells as more shots are fired.

The rest of the soldiers standing behind are dropped. To the right of you, you hear a gunshot as you stand up, watching Logan push himself up from off of the ground, the blood of a Federation soldier soaking into his t-shirt as he steps over the corpse. Grabbing the pistol discarded on the ground, Logan quickly fires a shot through the head of the solider Hesh is fighting with. A bullet whizzes past you, and without a second thought, you snap around, firing two shots directly into a soldier to the right of you. There are more shots from the right of you, and when the final body drops, you exhale. 

‘You okay, Merrick?’ Logan asks as Merrick unties the ropes around his wrists. ‘Rib’s broken, but I can move,’ he reassures, rushing up to Hesh. 

Logan pulls himself free, immediately approaching you, ripping off the edge of his t-shirt. You watched with a furrowed brow as he eyes you. 

‘Need to keep you from bleeding all over the place,’ he states, ‘c’mere,’ he instructs. You step forwards and he hands you the scrap from his t-shirt. Pressing it against the wound, you groan as he wraps the rope around you waist, trying it tightly around your waist. ‘Keegan’ll kill us if you lose a drop more blood… lost enough today too,’ he says, tying it tightly. ‘You still good to fight?’ 

‘Always,’ you say.

Holding his hand out, the pair of you bump fists and for the first time since this morning, you feel the dread swirling in your blood slowly coming to a stop. 

‘We got to get going,’ Merrick sharply states, marching ahead of the free of you. Hesh follows after him. ‘Keegan, we’re up and moving, get here as soon as you can,’ he instructs.

You look at his back in surprise, your own hand falling to your ear piece realising thatchy hadn’t taken them off of you.

‘Check… I’ll meet you in the kitchen,’ confirms the voice you have missed so terribly.

You clear your throat, wincing as you proceed forward, following after Merrick. Part of you wants him to say something to you, to tell you that everything is going to be okay, but you understand that doing such would absolutely be irresponsible, so, you busy yourself listening to Merrick. 

‘We need to make it to the west side of the building,’ he states, ‘it’s the best chance of getting out of here.’ You nod silently, taking a moment to take a breath. Everything was going to be fine, and in the end of this, you were going to have Rorke’s head in your hands. ‘You still good to fight, Eclipse?’ 

‘Always,’ you give a short nod, ‘bleedings calmed,’ you confirm, despite the burning causing you legs to wobble slightly. In due time it will be over, all of this ill be a distant memory. Just push on a little longer, that’s all you have to do. 

‘Shh.. noise behind the door,’ Hesh warns as he approaches it, ‘lets make this quick.’

—

As you push through the room, you exhale when a voice calls, 'I'm almost there,' Keegan confirms as your brow furrows, a particularly step sending a shot of pain through your stomach up your back.

You clamp your mouth shut as you whimper, your dry mouth longing for a drop of water. Eventually, this will be over, you just had to stick to it. He's almost here, you just have to keep pushing on. That's the only thing you can do.

Just keep fighting.

'You better find a place to hide, though, lotta guys headed right to you,' he warns.

You want to complain upon hearing such, why can it never just be easy? Everything has to be difficult, no matter what you're doing, you can never just catch a break.

‘Key,’ you exhale seeing the man standing before you.

His hardened haze softens upon catching sight of you, and you waste no time rushing up to him, throwing your arms around him. While unprofessional, you feel no shame in confessing that you were going to die without him, and if anything, you were deserving of this moment. The hug you share is brief as he grabs your forearms checking you over.

He stops when he sees your stomach. 

Merrick curses and falls to the ground, ‘shit,’ he hisses, attempting to push himself up off of the ground. As you look back to Keegan, the pair of you turn your attention towards the doors behind you, hearing voices edging closer and closer.

Grabbing you, he looks to Hesh and Logan, ‘get him up,’ he demands, gently guiding you into the room behind you. ‘We gotta hide, not gonna be able to take them,’ he states, pulling you to the side. ‘What the fuck happened?’ he whispers as Logan and Hesh quickly help Merrick inside the room.

You feel his hand against your stomach, wincing as he looks at you. The pressure on your stomach falters as he pulls his hand away, observing a wet patch in his gloves.  

‘Got shot talking back to Rorke,’ you confess, and while you’re sure it’s something you certainly should not be proud of, you speak with a glowing tone as you look at him. Besides, he trained you all those years ago, why should you be ashamed?

'Logan thought fast, used the rope he tied us up with to try and stop the bleeding,’ you mumble. His gaze hardens as he looks at you, and you swear you can see his Adams apple bobbing beneath his mask. Gently he pushes you behind him, helping you to the ground. Looking over his shoulder, he reaches his hand behind him, squeezing your knee. 

It’s so quiet, yet you feel as though your heart is going to burst. 

You place your bloody, shaking hand over his and offer him a wavering smile. He takes it in for a moment before snapping back into action. His hand is pulled from your knee and you’re left alone. 

'Turn that radio down,' Merrick hisses as Hesh helps him down

He hums as the doors burst open. Pushing you behind him, you all sit and watch as shadows pass you by.

And then the world begins to still. You're unable to describe just what it is you're feeling, although, despite the weight and severity of everything happening around you, you feel light as a feather. Your clothes are soaked at this point and in spite of your efforts, you find your breathing slowing as you lean against the wall.

Clumsily, you reach your had out to latch onto the floor as you feel an overwhelming drowsiness hit you. You've put in all the work and effort you can muster, yet, you've tried from it and as you wade through the mush of panicked voices and the thudding of your heartbeat in your ears, you succumb to your body's desperation and fully close your eyes, wading into the quiet of the stream.

[juinxa]

SHE

[ an excerpt from BETTER LUCK NEXT TIME! that I wrote so long ago ]

[ TW: suggestions of animal cruelty (nothing actually happens they were just being loud kids) ]

OR, kisaki’s first encounter with his slice of Heaven

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                KISAKI WAS ALWAYS a nervous child, never sticking up for himself. His younger years weren't his best, but maybe he could’ve made up for it when he was older. For now, he was teased and an easy target for lunch money robbing. He never fought back. Was there any point when the most he could be scream before they would tape his mouth shut? Older kids were more dangerous than they used to be. He wasn’t sure he heard about kids mugging other kids from his parents. He wasn’t sure that he heard about kids his age abusing animals like it was an afternoon run. Though, he knew better than to criticize them. Who was he to say anything when they were dangerous. Ah, who was he kidding?

Kisaki Tetta wasn’t a hero.

Maybe he could’ve been the smart sidekick with the smart plans. He didn’t have the looks of a typical hero protagonist when he had black, messy hair with strands poking out, dark bags that carried heavily, and a face that wasn’t unique enough to attract model agencies. However, his smarts made up for it. His intelligence was exceeding more than others. He knew how to plan things accordingly, and whether there were bumps or not, he would easily find a way around them in order to reach his goal.

His classmates were a bore; they never interested him in the slightest. Sure, there was Hinata Tachibana, but she was more of a female who praised everyone, and she rarely stood around him to know much. Everyone in his year was bland, tasteless, and boring, overall. He couldn’t understand the joy of having many friends when everyone seemed to distance them from himself. He could’ve tried, but he didn’t know why he didn’t. Maybe it was fear of rejection. Maybe it was because they weren’t worth it. Maybe it was because he knew there was someone better out there.

Better there was.

[Name] [Surname], who was a year above him. She went to the same school as him. She also attended cram school. She was a peculiar girl with a likable personality, and he wondered why she had to be in the grade above him. Coincidentally, they sat next to each other in cram school. She always spoke about her adventures with her friends. Every story she told was interesting and caught his attention. He was always invested in what she had to say next. She was like an enigma force, like a book with millions of stories, or like a refreshing air after a day of being locked in a cramped room. Kisaki truly thought this girl was a heavenly slice of life.

Not to mention, she paid more attention to him than cram school. She explained that she was only there because of her parents and didn’t really want to attend. He felt flattered, flattered at the fact that she had rather spend time with him than listen to what was going on. She was given two options, and she went for the one that included him. She was including him in something that she chose. Refreshing. It was refreshing. At that point, he enjoyed her company. She was a good friend to have around.

”Kisaki, we should totally get ice cream afterward. You’re like my cram school friend, y’know?” She murmured, spinning her pencils through her spinning fingers. Kisaki pushed down the phrase “cram school friend” into his throat and decided to twist the words to his own liking—my best friend. ”I’d like that,” He smiled at her, heart racing fast at the offer.

At other times, she would ask other questions.

”Kisaki, you’re very quiet. May I ask why?” She asked, placing her chin atop of her hand while she stared at the words she was writing like she was in a trance. He continued on, thinking over his next words. “I’ve always been at the top of my exams, and many tend to avoid me because of it.” She hummed lightly, placing her hand down on the table to put her head down. It didn’t sound like he enjoyed those experiences. She never understood why being smart had to do with isolation and loneliness. Without much thought, she crawled out a response, “That’s stupid of them. If they spoke to you as I did, they’d see more than just a smart student. I suppose they’re missing out on a piece of art.”

‘There it was again,’ Kisaki thought, ‘that stupid heart thump.’

[Name] had no problem opening up to him about her concerns or worry. She’d ask for advice about troubles she was experiencing. He loved helping her out. Whenever she would confess something, he felt like he was getting closer to her. She was growing vulnerable around him, and it was blissful to know that she could trust him. There was a bond—a genuine bond that he had never experienced with others. It was the type of bond that exceeded any other he had. It wasn’t a bond of pity like others may have done. This was a true bond of friendship. She had willingly taken the time to befriend him, and Kisaki knew how important time was. You could never get time back, once you wasted it, there was no chance of getting back. You couldn’t reverse time!

So when she took the irreversible time to speak, know, and understand him, Kisaki felt like he was at home. It wasn’t like the location of the home. It was a sense of familiarity—where you could be safe behind the walls that wrap around you and hold memories. He held memories with her. He didn’t care if it was only at school. To him, as long as it was with her, he’d cherish it to the end of time.

She was always oblivious to her surroundings. He took notice of it. Cram school came with its own difficulties. There were those in cram school who were aggressive. Some were even rude to her, but she was never phased by it, simply ignoring their threats and taunts. She was strange indeed. When he asked her why, the answer was the same as always: “Hm? Why do I ignore them? They aren’t threats to me or my friends. If anyone hurts my friend I’m mad. Besides, I’m a pretty patient person.”

No threats to her or her friends. He wondered if he were threatened, would she do something? Would her patience run low if someone bothered him? He didn’t have the answer, and he wanted to know. She didn’t seem like the type to fight anyone. Throughout his time with her, she never displayed any signs of violence or aggression. Languid is what she was. 

“Who can make me mad?” She repeated Kisaki’s question, in which he nodded. Pondering, she poked her chin with the eraser on her pencil. “I don’t think anyone can make me mad. Oh(!), but I know someone—or some people—who can annoy the hell out of me.” Her smile was wide like she enjoyed having them annoy her. Kisaki felt his throat clench. She seemed very happy about the ones who could annoy her. Why was she so happy?

”Mikey and Baji!”

”Mikey?” He breathed out. It sounded familiar to him, but Baji was a foreign name to him. Since Mikey was the only one he was familiar with, he asked, “Who’s Mikey?”

”Hm, he goes to a different school, but he’s my friend! He knows how to get on my nerves, though.” The girl admitted, giggling at the memories of what he had done. Kisaki felt his hands grow sweaty. Her giggles were nice, too nice to be caused by someone named Mikey. He felt his brain freeze. It was as if he felt there was a threat towards him. Why was he feeling this way? He had only seen her around school and during cram school. He never hung out with her outside of school. He had a chance with the ice cream scenario, but he couldn’t go out late as she could, so he had missed an opportunity.

”Mikey, huh?”

”Mikey isn’t his real name. It’s actually Sano Manjiro!” She beamed, and Kisaki felt his hands go cold, mouth losing its salvia that lapped around, and his legs began to bounce from confusion. The Sano Manjiro? Who hadn’t heard of him? He was an infamous name around the elementary schools. He was a delinquent who managed to beat up many middle and high schoolers. He didn’t know how you were affiliated with him. You were so pure and innocent, so how did you know him?

It kept Kisaki up all night. Mikey seemed to be one of your closest friends. When he thought back to previous conversations, it was then he remembered that you mentioned him in some of your stories that sounded like dreams to him from how adventurous they were. He couldn’t believe he forgot the repeated name you continuously brought up. Mikey was always in your adventures. If he met Mikey, would he be able to tag along? Would he be able to understand the inside jokes you had? He definitely would’ve. He wanted to be her true friend! He wanted to be by her side! She stuck with him, always acknowledging him, unlike others. He opened up to her and she opened up to him about her feelings and thoughts.

Kisaki knew her better than anyone! He was her best friend!

”Kisaki, do you wanna walk home with me? You don’t have an umbrella, I see.” She noticed, looking out the window to see the small neighborhood that was dark from the heavy, thick clouds. Cram school had just ended and everyone was packing their papers and pencils, rushing to get out before the rain could start pouring. There were whispers thrown around about how it was going to be a bad storm, which didn’t deter the [h/c] haired girl one bit. Kisaki had just finished putting his things away, now only staring at the girl who was looking out the window. Her black umbrella was loosely in her hand, still waiting for the inevitable response of her friend.

”Um,” His hands grew sweaty, legs almost collapsing like there was a building he was lifting. This would be his first time hanging out with her after school. He couldn’t miss the chance. This could be his only chance to then hang out with her on the days there was no cram school. His adam apple bobbed as he swallowed his spit that was overflowing in his mouth. He was nervous, so nervous that he could barely muster a sentence. “I w-would like-like that, [Surname].”

Ignoring the stutters, she turned around to finally walk out of the classroom. Walking past him, she grabbed his hand to lead him out. The sky was darker now, giving the school an omniscient vibe. Putting up her umbrella, she released his hand to pick it up over her and Kisaki’s head. It was drizzling, faint sounds of patterns forming puddles in the potholes around the streets. Some kids from different schools were walking as well, chatting away while the pair walked in silence. The silence was insufferable to Kisaki while [Name] didn’t mind it. She enjoyed peace and quiet from time to time.

“[Surname], do you still want to take up on that ice cream appointment one of these days?” He felt his throat go dry, almost shaking that he actually said that. She hummed lightly, not even thinking before speaking. “I’m afraid I can't, I’ve been very busy these past couple of weeks compared to the last time I asked.”

His heart dropped as his eyes were wide. She didn’t spare him a glance, looking forward towards a park. Kisaki felt like he failed. She had been busy in recent times? He almost cursed at himself for not just taking the chance when she has asked him last time because now she was too busy. “I see, can I ask with what?”

”It’s personal.” Was her response, but she continued, “I think the rains picking up.”

Kisaki nodded in understanding, but truth be told, he wanted to yell in frustration. He was masking it well under his smile. He did feel the rain go harder as his shoulder was poking from the umbrella, slightly soaking his uniform. However, the sounds of the rain could not block out the cries of a kitten. Kisaki stopped as soon as she did. He noticed her head turn towards the park where a group of middle school delinquents stood around a box. He gulped, realizing that they were one pester him for money. He freaked out, worrying for the safety of the girls next to him who continuously stared at them like she was trying to figure something out.

”Hey, what are they doing?” She wondered, stepping forward on a twig that snapped loudly. Kisaki’s breath hitched, knowing that it drew their attention. [Name] heard the noises of a distressed kitten, but she didn’t know if it was coming where she thought it was coming from. The group of boys craned their necks to see the pair under an umbrella. Then, their eyes laid on Kisaki, someone who they knew very well as they began to walk towards them. Kisaki looked at her, hands shaking, “[Surname], we need to leave. We shouldn’t involve ourselves with them.”

”Oh, and why not?” One asked, looking down at the female and male. She didn’t pay mind to them, looking past them to see the cries from the kitten stopped as soon as they left, followed by a small cat poking it’s head out, perfectly fine. She heaved a sigh. It confirmed her suspicion. They were bothering a defenseless kitten, so whenever they left to come to them, it had stopped meowing because it was left alone. However, it may only be because they moved their targets to other people—them.

”Kisaki, you wouldn’t have any money leftover. I really need a drink right now.”

”Hmm, who’s your little friend?”

”She’s very pretty! Is this your girlfriend?”

”Nah, no way he could’ve bagged a girl!” With a push, he was stumbling back on the ground. The rain was getting worse, making the sidewalk runny and slippery. They surrounded him while a boy stood in front of [Name]’s face, keeping an eye on her. Kisaki’s breath was taken from him as a punch was delivered to his stomach. 

“Stop,” [Name]’s voice was hushed when the older male’s burly finger was placed on her lip. He grinned at her, looking into her eyes that were blank. Kisaki gasped, garnering all of her attention. She hadn’t noticed that she spaced out, too focused on the box that was away. It looked red? Was she seeing things?

”Leave her out of this!” Kisaki wheezed out, “Run!”

”Kisaki?” She muttered, looking down to see his glasses on the floor the same way his body was. One of the older boys laid his hands on her shoulder, pushing her into his chest. She repeated once more, trying to be patient as best as she could. “Leave him alone.”

”Hm, we couldn’t hear her?” He taunted, leaning closer to her mouth. Her mouth was parted, and he didn’t notice, but her eyes were shaking at the frustration that was bubbling within her. “I said: leave him alone.”

She was pushed down on the ground, the grip on her umbrella coming unloose. Her hands scraped against the concrete, an abrasion ripping the top layer of her skin off. Her face was in a puddle, dirtying her uniform. Kisaki’s voice was shrill as someone delivered another kick to the stomach. They moved their attention away from her, focusing on the smaller boy that “owed” them money. The leader leaned down, smiling at Kisaki’s busted lip and bruised skin. “We need you to speak up, Kisaki~“

“Hey,” [Name] placed a hand on his shoulder, gripping it tight, “leave him alone.”

”Huh?” He turned around to her, “What are you going to do—!”

Her knee swiftly knocked into his mandible before she pulled her knee back to strike again in his face. Pulling his hair, she swiftly threw him aside. The commotion stirred Kisaki. It was then he stared at her. Kisaki saw something different. She looked different. The atmosphere was different. The emotions being expressed were different. Her skirt was dirty with some stains of blood from her first victim. One of the other males grabbed her shoulder from behind, in which she pulled her arm forward before jabbing him in the face with her elbow, making his head fling back. Turning around towards him, the toes of her feet slammed into his jaw, sending him back.

Moving her head to the left, she avoided a quick punch from behind. Grabbing the arm she dodged, she pulled him over her body, slamming him onto the ground. He coughed violently, eyes going white from the impact. Her eyes looked at the last member who came at her with full speed. She scoffed, striking a hit in his face before he could react. His nose cracked as he fell to his knees. She took the chance to then give a back kick in his face.

”I warned you. I gave you three chances, and you didn't stop.”

Kisaki’s vision was hazy, but he saw the whole thing clearly. He didn’t know where that came from. He didn’t know how you managed to take care of them so easily. You saved him. Why did you save him? He carefully heard your words, and the next sentence made his heart stop.

”You hurt my friend.”

The rain continually poured down on him, drenching him to where it felt like a flood take over his body. He remained still like the other bodies around him. His pulse was racing while his body was weak. The rain was loud, the thundering booming and clapping. It was everywhere. The droplets fell and fell on him—until they didn’t. His eyes were cracked open, staring at the sky that was then blocked by a black umbrella. He was no longer being attacked by the rain. His eyes widening when [Name]’s face came into view. Her shining [e/c] eyes staring down at him in concern while her [h/c] hair was framing her face as she bent down. She looked like an angel coming to help. She was like a descendant from heaven.

His slice of Heaven.

”Kisaki, are you okay?” She placed his head on her lap, observing the wounds on his face. “Can you stand up?”

He nodded slowly, admiring her appearance, saving it to his memories. Her eyes were full of worry. They continued to stare at each other, ignoring all other surroundings. She sighed, “I’m sorry I didn't fight them sooner.”

”It’s okay,” He confessed, and it was true that he believed it was okay. You had a breaking point that they crossed. Smiling, Kisaki reached up to her face before dropping his hands back down. She didn’t grab his hand, only focusing on his wounds. After a short while, she decided to help him up from the soaking floor. With careful steps, she pulled him to his feet, cautiously keeping her hands around him to prevent him from falling. He almost fell if she hadn’t caught him. She smiled at him, telling him to not worry since they were going to get him fixed up.

He liked her smile. It comforted him in a way that no one else could. Kisaki’s stomach bloomed in a euphoric way, his gut tightening when her saw her dazzling eyes. She did so much to help him. He almost felt pathetic, but he was grateful for her at the same time. She could’ve gotten hurt, but she protected him. There was a reason for it, and he was then reminded of what she said way back: “They aren’t threats to me or my friends. If anyone hurts my friend, I’m mad.”

She was his friend. She was his first friend. Kisaki was infatuated with that idea. He wanted more of it. He didn’t know what more he could want, but then he finally knew where it had to go from there. It could go from friend to something more. He swore he’d do anything to protect her, to understand her, to have her. Kisaki didn’t know how just yet but he would find out. After all, she was the first one to know him, really know him. She was the first person to accept him with open arms. She was his very first friend.

And his very first love.

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never published this, let alone the story, probably never will bc I lost motivation from it but I didn’t want this to sit, I wrote it almost three years ago? Time flies

[barrenclan]

I just realized there's something painful about Asphodel's Quirk being that she can turn any part of her body into gemstones in the MHA AU.

She probably still dies in that timeline, but I don't know if it would be worse if Rainhaze used his Quirk on her or if he didn't and just slit her throat or something. She would just be taken off guard and unable to protect her throat or any other part of her body.

Ouch.

Aw, that's mean. But I like it. Yeah, because it happens so fast in the comic, I imagine she wouldn't have a chance to fully protect herself; and she wouldn't be expecting him to kill her, so she wouldn't think to protect her throat. :(

Yeah, the "human AU" would follow the plot beats of canon PATFW, it's really the setup that's changed the most.

Same way! It would just be money instead of prey. Actually, you've reminded me that I wrote a little unfinished piece for my Fiction-Writing class about human AU Ranger and Rainhaze, here it is under the Keep Reading. Scott is Rainhaze and Hank is Ranger.

The gun felt cold and hard in Scott’s hands, more like a silent lump of metal than what it really was. Or maybe that was just what he wanted to believe, that anything he did with this weapon would result in nothing more than whispers and smoke. Nervously he licked his lips, then turned to the man standing next to him, cast in shadow. “This is really… the only way to - “

“It’s the only way, Harrison,” the man said coldly, then flicked up his sunglasses from where they had been sitting on the bridge of his nose. “You understood that going in, right?” It wasn’t entirely true, but Scott knew there was really only one answer to that question. 

“Yes, Hank, of course. I… it’s just hard.” His grip on the pistol tightened, turning his fingers white, and he ducked away from Hank’s gaze. The other man’s posture softened, and he sidled up behind Scott, clapping a friendly hand on his shoulder. 

“Hey, I get that,” he said, his tone warm and congenial, so easy to befriend. Scott struggled to keep that cold gaze in his mind. “I really do, okay, buddy? But… think of this as more than just paying off your exorbitant debts.” Scott winced at the pressure Hank put on the word. “Think of all the things you’ll get out of this! A steady job, sending checks to your sister every month. And speaking of Naomi, she can finally move out of that cruddy apartment and into a beautiful house. She’s got three little tykes running around now, doesn’t she? Must be awful cramped.”

“Yes… you’re right…” Scott murmured, fidgeting with the pistol’s silencer. 

[pizzaqueen]

85 for either steddie or buckingham? :D

85 was The Rat by The Walkmen

I started out writing an angsty (but hopeful) Steddie thing that actually had something vaguely to do with the lyrics, but I couldn’t make it work, so instead I wrote this Buckingham silliness, ignored the lyrics, and just latched onto the title lol sorry! I hope it’s okay

About 750 words of pre relationship fluff based on the idea I had about Chrissy moving in with the Buckleys

“So, I cleared out some space in my closet,” Robin says, flinging her closet open and waving her hand at the free space. She toes a shirt languishing on the floor out of the way. “I hope it’s enough room for your things.” She twirls her hair around her finger, staring at the cramped closet. It will be fine. It’s fine. “And you can put your…”

She trails off, heart stopping as she turns to Chrissy. “What’s that?” she asks faintly, pointing at the carrier in Chrissy’s hand.

“This is Ratt-a Hayworth.” Chrissy holds up the small, plastic carrier, smiling her radiant smile; a pointy face peers out at Robin. “Say hi to Robin, Miss Ratt-a.”

“Is that…” Robin swallows thickly against the panic in her throat. “Is that a rat?!”

“Yeah!”

“Why is it in that thing?” Why is it in my room?

“So she doesn’t run around everywhere…” Chrissy frowns, then her eyes widen, and her face pales. “Oh, no, are you scared of rats? I should have asked, rats aren’t exactly typical pets, but I did say I was bringing her.” She bites her thumb, looking between Robin and the… The rat she’s holding.

Robin mentally flicks back through the conversation she had with Chrissy when they arranged with Robin’s parents that Chrissy would stay here for a while, after Chrissy’s mom all but kicked her out. She does, vaguely, remember Chrissy saying something about a pet, maybe, but Robin was too panicked and dazed, thinking about sharing a room with Chrissy, to really pay attention. Shit.

Realizing she hasn’t answered, she says, “No, I’m not scared of rats, exactly,” biting her lip.

“But?”

“Well…” Robin bounces on her toes and then just blurts out, “Rabies?”

Chrissy looks offended for a moment, before her expression settles into amusement. But not like robin is stupid for her fear, which is nice. “I promise she doesn’t have rabies. Grandma had her checked at the vet after she bought her for me.” Her lips twitch. “From a reputable pet store.”

“Your grandma got her for you?”

“Yeah.” Chrissy smiles, small and soft. “She was the last gift my grandma gave me before she…” Her expression clouds; bitterness enters her tone, and her eyes are both glassy and fierce. “My mom was so not happy and always trying to get me to get rid of her. But“—she shrugs—”she was my only true friend for a while. Until Eddie.” She pauses, a blush creeping into her cheeks. “And you,” she adds, looking at Robin with her big eyes. She clears her throat, looking away. “That’s pretty pathetic, huh?”

“No,” Robin says, “it’s really not.”

Chrissy ducks her gaze, cheeks dimpling. After a few moments, she says, “If she bothers you, though, maybe Eddie can look after her for me.”

And Robin desperately wants to say yes, please, get that thing out of my room. But she was checked at a vet, and she’s Chrissy’s friend so…

“No way,” she says. She tries a smile that she hopes is encouraging. “Uh… What was her name again?”

“Ratt-a Hayworth. Like Rita? But she’s a rat, so, um, Ratta.” Chrissy scrunches her nose up. Gosh, she’s so cute. “It’s kind of goofy, I know.”

“No! It’s great. I love Rita Hayworth.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. She’s so…” Is it safe to say beautiful? Loads of girls say other girls are beautiful. Still, Robin says, “Good.” She winces and clears her throat. “At acting.” Very smooth, Buckley.

But Chrissy only says, “In that case, I have a copy of Gilda,” either ignoring or oblivious to Robin’s awkwardness. “We could watch it tonight. Maybe?”

“I’d like that.” Robin’s stomach flips and her heart beats fast. Never mind potentially rabid rodents. Sharing a room with Chrissy is going to kill her. “Um,” she says, after the silence stretches out, realizing she was staring (but…was Chrissy staring too?), “I guess we should find somewhere for Miss Hayworth to live.”

Chrissy blinks, like she’s been caught in a daze and shakes herself. Maybe it wasn’t just Robin… “Thank you,” she says. “I— I really appreciate it.”

“It’s your home too, now,” Robin says.

“I mean for everything.”

Robin’s face heats and she waves Chrissy off. “It’s fine.”

Chrissy smiles, so so pretty and bright, and then she sets the pet carrier down and flings her arms around Robin. And, caught off guard, Robin, not usually a hugger, hugs her back.

Yep. Sharing a room with Chrissy is definitely going to kill her. But, oh, it’s going to be worth it. Rat and all.

[freakshowtwopointoh]

"Look, I know you think you're so much better than me because you had such a hard childhood and you've never done anything wrong, but I'm not the only one who acts selfishly, Marie. I may have forgiven you about that fucking Miller interview, but I haven't forgotten. Fuck off." They ran their fingers through their bob, wishing there was room to pace in this cramped dorm. They both finally had their memories back, but it had brought up so many unresolved questions.

They knew she had a point. About how they were misplacing their anger at themselves on Cate and Andre. That they were a cold, self serving ass until Marie came around. But that was because they had to be. It's not like the fucking nepotism twins and mind control barbie were going to. Jordan knew that, if push came to shove, they were just as much on the curb as Marie. Abandoned to live half a life for their parents, or...

"The fucking Hayley Miller interview?!"

Ah fuck. They liked being in control in arguments, but their emotions were hot and fast, burning in their veins every time.

Just another way Marie fucking Moreau makes them feel like a pubescent boy, full of rage and lust.

"Yeah, well, I, I still have to see clips of it all the fucking time. And it's not like your emotional confession to Tek Knight was in front of a camera. And I'm still number fucking five." They shifted at this point, praying this face could hide some of what they were feeling a bit better. They were bullshitting. The clips had almost entirely died down, and Tek Knight's special aired a few days ago with the full, true story.

They just wanted to know why. They were so sure that Marie had understood what they were saying, and that she was going to tell the truth. But then she followed the script, and did nothing until the Master Manipulator forced her to tell the truth.

"Just- Just why, Moreau? I thought-" Nothing was coming out right. Nothing was making sense. They wished they could just go back to before they made one too many snide comments. They just wanted to see her smile again, this shit wasn't worth it. They would get over it, push their feelings away and things could go back to normal. Why did this girl have such a hold over them? There's nothing special about her.

They knew that was a lie. Everything was special about Marie. Her kindness, her drive, her passion. The way her nose crinkled when she laughed. The way she saw through Jordan every single time.

"Never mind." They said. "Let's just pretend none of this ever happened and watch something funny."

"She told me my sister wrote in, and said she wanted nothing to do with me. Right before the cameras turned on." Marie's voice was quiet, but not angry. "All I could think about was Annabeth." Her voice broke, and Jordan's heart went right with it. The scene from her old bathroom played without warning in Jordan's mind. The blood, everywhere. Her sister, in unimaginable pain.

"But Jordan? You're right. I was going to tell the truth. Seeing your face... I wanted to make things right. I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough."

Jordan closed the distance between them in a single step.

"Never say that again. You are the strongest person I know." And with that, their lips met and every ounce of anger that had filled Jordan's veins was gone. All they needed was in their arms.

[canonically-a-genloser]

wrote a short blurb because ive fallen madly in love with hadlee's character

Paislie picked up a pencil, absentmindedly moving to put the tip in her mouth before she felt a finger poke her in the back.

She jumped, nearly cramping her spine in the process. "Hal- what the fuck-"

"Stop eating pencils, ya weirdo," Hadlee said. "I knew you'd be down here so I figured I'd come find you something more satisfying to eat than pencil paint."

"Yeah, fuck you, pencils are fine," Paislie retorted. "It's like how babies chew on stuff except pencils are better. Babies don't get pencils in any sense of the word."

Hadlee smiled. "Okay, sure."

They watched in comfortable silence as Paislie picked up the notes of his machine Showfall wanted designed.

"How's it going?"

Paislie slumped in his chair at the question, and he leaned back to look up at Hadlee's face.

She laughed softly. "That bad, huh?"

"Mhmm."

"Should we get some ramen or something outta the kitchen? You might feel better," Hadlee tried to persuade him.

"I would love to, but no," Paislie said. "I'm getting this done so incredibly fast and if I get up it's gonna fall to bits and I'll never accomplish anything ever again in my life-"

"Oh, shush," Hadlee said upon seeing Paislie's smile. "I'll bring you some. If you get pencil splinters in your tongue while I'm gone, I'll hit you upside the head with the spice packet."

"Shouldn't you be at your desk thing?" Paislie questioned as Hadlee turned to head towards the kitchen.

"There wasn't much work today for either location. I was done by lunch."

Paislie smiled. "Nice."

"It really was," Hadlee agreed. "I'll be back in like- three minutes, 'kay?"

"Yep," Paislie smiled back, letting his chair spin back to face his desk. Not for the first time, he couldn't help but wonder if Showfall was better than home.

And after meeting Hal, it probably wouldn't be the last.

[mxchellesworld]

Lecture Notes

Spencer Reid x Reader

Synopsis; Where Spencer gets a little handsy in one of your classes

Warnings; age gap (no set age but reader is in early 20s), smut, fingering, degrading/praise, finger sucking??, slight nipple play, spencer being a little shit

a/n; clearly my thoughts were wondering when doing my history work lols i hope you enjoy this little sinful sunday piece!! let me know what you think :) also picturing this spence but i do happen to mention tara so don't mind the inaccuracy

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The worst part about doing school online was the fact that you had to sit yourself down and force yourself to watch the lectures. While yes it was a little more convenient than going to a class and sitting there for hours in a space filled with 40 other people, it was a little less convenient in the fact that it took away from time spent with your loving boyfriend.

Now Spencer was the most scholarly person you knew, Dr. Tara Lewis being a very close second (don't tell him that though), so it was only natural that you made a show of taking your notes. The various high lighters and pens which rivaled the collection Penelope had in her bat cave. Along with the aesthetically pleasing notebooks all matching a color scheme.

He thought it was cute. Always coming up behind you as you sat in your desk or at the kitchen counter, mumbling a my smart girl as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.

However that was only most of the time. The other half of the time he was the worst tease on the planet. At times you could feel his eyes lingering on from across the room. Since you didn't have to attend many zoom lectures majority of the time you were in a big shirt and panties, comfy yet modest enough from the waist up. You swore you could feel the heat on your thighs from where his vision was focused.

Other times the teasing came in the form of words. The usual kiss on the head would become a kiss on the cheek where he could easily linger and whisper in your ear, such a good girl taking your notes. Or if he was feeling a little bolder he'd go with if you finish within the hour I'll give you a reward. You swore your hand was cramping for the next few days at how fast you wrote to get things done.

But something about today had Spencer a little more on edge. A little more insatiable.

Since you had woken up snuggled in his arms, he had let his hands wander a little further down. Large palms cupping the cheeks of your behind as you were settled with one leg thrown over his. Begrudgingly you rose and went on with your morning routine. A new lecture had been posted for the week which meant an hour and a half of sitting and writing notes. You might as well get it out of the way.

Wrong. How could you when a certain someone was hounding you for attention. Again it was the same routine. Starts with the looks and ends with the crude comments.

But the pit in your belly was a sign he wasn't the only one in the mood for a distraction.

"Y/n," Spencer all but whined out.

"Yes Spencer," you replied without lifting your head from your notebook.

"Why do you have to be so far. Just come do your lecture from the couch."

You sighed, pressing the space bar on your computer to pause the video, "I can't write over there. You know how neat I need to have these."

The clogs in Spencer's brain were practically screeching with how hard they were turning at a way to get you near him.

"Ok well what if I go over there. Just sit on my lap and do your work," he said getting up and walking over to you.

He placed his hands on your shoulders starting to gently massage the tense tissue, "Cmon love. Look you just have a few more minutes left. I just wanna be close to you angel."

Well how could you deny that.

"Fine," you sighed again.

Getting up from the arm chair you looked up and met his eyes with your own. Now you weren't a profiler but the look on his face was the one of a man with ulterior motives than just to cuddle listening to a biology lecture.

Once settled against his frame his hands wrapped around your middle, chin on your shoulder, ready to follow along with the class. You pressed play and went back to listening to the explanations of your professor.

Two minutes later and his hands left your middle. Instead they settled on your thighs. The warmth was something you were used to which barely made you question anything. Slowly they gained a rhythm running up and down, inches away from your most intimate parts.

Inch by inch his right hand snaked up to your clothed core. You took a deep breath through your nose at the sudden sensation. His fingers gliding up and down. Dropping your pen you let your head fall back on his shoulder to look up at him, a pleasurable murmur leaving your lips.

His left hand came up to squeeze your cheeks making your head face forward, “Nuh uh keep writing pretty girl. Be good and I’ll keep going.”

He puffed his chest up as a sign for you to sit back up and get to work again. It was just 10 minutes left you could do it.

Picking your pen back up you felt his fingers come back to to life. The soft motions enough to rile you up, your juices already making a wet patch form on your panties.

8 minutes.

When he felt he was done teasing he finally let his hand slide into your panties. Nimble fingers gathering your slick and spreading it through your folds.

You could taste the metal on your tongue from how hard your teeth had been sinking into your bottom lip to stop the whines from escaping. Each pass of his fingertips skimming over your sensitive bud had your mind swimming.

“Please Spencer,” you whimpered out.

“Tell me what you need baby. I’ll give you anything you want,” he whispered in your ear.

You groaned wiggling your hips back on him to gain any sort of friction. The curse he left was nothing short of sinful, large strained erection pressing against your back.

“Need your fingers,” you said desperately.

A noise of disappointment left your lips when his hand escaped the confines of your cotton underwear.

Instead they were brought up to your lips. Gently he tapped your bottom lip, a signal for you to open your mouth.

“Is this where you wanted them angel?” he said pressing the digits on your tongue. The taste of your arousal making you hum.

Slowly they slid back out, making their way under your shirt. Slick fingers tweaking and pinching your nipple.

“Need your fingers! Please Spence,” you mewled out.

Soon they were back on track to their original destination.

Instantly his hand went further south. Soft circles placed on your clit, making you jolt in pleasure. 6 minutes and 37 seconds left of the lecture long forgotten.

“M-more,” you whimpered out earning a low chuckle from the man behind you.

“Does my pretty girl need my fingers inside her?” he asked mockingly, “I know I know, you just need something to fill up this tight little cunt.”

All you could do was dumbly nod in agreement. Broken sighs and moans leaving your swollen lips.

With each pump of his fingers the closer the knot in your tummy was to breaking. Skilled digits knowing exactly where to hit the spongy spot inside of you having you see stars.

“Oh god I’m so close, Please!” you cursed into the air.

“Not god, just me.”

His left hand had been groping your breast left it’s spot to rub your aching bud. The combined simulation making your legs shake in pleasure.

“Cum for me angel,” he whispered in your ear.

With his permission you were driven over the edge. Your whole body writhing on top of his as you trembled off the edge of release.

Your moans drowned out the end of your lecture. You could hear and feel Spencer’s heavy breathes on the back of your neck. The wet spot on your lower back being an indicator of his enjoyment as well.

Once you caught your breath the lecture had ended and your paper was full of frantic scribbles. Meaning you’d have to watch the video again and redo your notes. This time hopefully without any distraction.

[snow-in-liyue]

Diluc x GN!Reader

Just a short kinda silly period comfort fic I wrote a while ago and never posted, I found myself wishing I had a pyro vision to help with cramps and this is what came of it, basically you just use Diluc as a heating pad lol. I haven’t written a fic since my Deviantart days ha yikes, so hope it’s decent at least.

TW - Periods

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Dawn Winery was quiet at night. Workers were always sent home before the sun could set leaving only you and your husband to occupy the estate until morning. It was late; far too late in the night to be awake but you had woken up in pain over an hour ago and could not fall back asleep. You tried to keep your restless movements to a minimum to avoid waking up Diluc, who was sleeping peacefully next to you, his arm below him was tucked under his pillow and his breathing was steady and slow. 

After only a few minutes the position you were in became uncomfortable so you opted to try laying on your back again. Your cramps weren’t usually this painful and persistent and normally if you had trouble falling back asleep you would go downstairs to make yourself some tea but tonight you couldn’t risk it. This past week had been especially stressful on your husband who had been working tirelessly to close a deal to begin exporting wine to Inazuma since the storm around the nation had settled. Although not known to be a light sleeper, Diluc was always more sensitive to your own presence and would undoubtedly wake up when he sensed that the bed was missing your warmth.

And thus, you were content sacrificing your own sleep… that is, until an idea struck you. This could work if you moved slowly, you were sure of it. You turned slightly to gaze upon his handsome features to look for any signs of him waking up before putting your plan into motion. Carefully, you sat up and stretched your arm as far as it could reach over to his nightstand, you fumbled around the very edge before your fingers grazed the warm metal of his pyro vision. Step 1 success!

With the object now in your grasp, you settled back down in bed and checked on Diluc once again. His breathing was still slow, features still relaxed, and hardly a single strand of bright red hair had moved since you last checked. Now, feeling more motivated and slightly mischievous, you began step 2. With a deep breath you slowly wrapped your hand against the thickness of his available wrist that was laying between your body and his. You took only one more moment to look back over at him and then lifted his hand into the air and gently settled it on top of your lower stomach. 

You nearly jumped when he suddenly let out a deep sigh at the contact but thankfully he had remained asleep. You took a minute to let your now racing heart settle, you were so close, soon you’d be fast asleep with your husband once again. Determined to complete your task you resumed to step 3 and slowly bunched up your night shirt bit-by-bit to let his hand be guided directly onto your skin. The cold of his matching silver wedding band was a stark contrast to his natural warmth as it rested on your skin, finally unhindered by fabric. Due to his possession of a pyro vision, he always ran unnaturally warm compared to the average visionless individual. A welcome blessing for you who, despite not possessing a vision, often found yourself cold more often than not. You count yourself lucky for happening to fall in love with a pyro vision user, although you would often joke the opposite to him during Mondstadt’s summers when he, in turn, sought out your coolness, much to your dismay. 

The heat radiating from his large hand was able to soothe your cramps slightly but it was still not enough to fall back asleep. Thankfully, you already expected such a result and had a backup plan waiting. You grabbed his vision from where you set it down on the bed and gave it a gentle tap hoping to bring forth more of its power while your husband was still unconscious. Nothing had changed that you could detect. You weren’t exactly sure it would even work in the first place but you had become desperate with lack of sleep and decided to try again with a few more gentle taps to the surface of the flame within. Oh! Did it actually work? You thought you felt a slight shift in temperature so you studied the vision and once more gave it a tap. You were so focused on trying to sense a reaction that you failed to notice your husband sleepily open his eyes to assess the situation around him. 

You were lying on your back with his hand sprawled out on the soft skin of your stomach. Your tired eyes were already developing dark circles and your brows were knitted in concentration as you inspected his vision in your hands. Truly an odd sight to wake up to but Diluc was thankful that there was no danger. When he felt a slight tug of his vision wake him up he worried that it sensed something was wrong as it often did when you left him alone in bed or experienced a nightmare.

Your whole body tensed and you nearly jumped out of your skin when he finally spoke, voice raspy from sleep, “Is everything ok dear?” 

“‘Luc! Don’t scare me like that!” You huff in embarrassment at being caught but calm down quickly when his worried scarlet eyes lock with yours. You frown and turn away, embarrassment now melting into guilt, “I’m sorry, I was trying so hard not to wake you, I know you were really tired.” 

“Hey, come now, it’s alright,” he sat up and moved positions so that he could cup your chin and turn you to face him again, his words would be considered ‘uncharacteristically soft’ to anyone other than you. Unlike the rest of Mondstandt, you got to see the other side of the famed wine industry tycoon. While to everyone else he spoke rather blunt and monotone, to you he always spoke gentle and from the heart. Of course it wasn’t always that way, when you first met Diluc he treated you the same as everyone else, not rude by any means, just at arms length. It took some time but with mutual attraction and your stubborn persistence you were able to gain his trust and eventual love. 

Tears welled up in your eyes but you refused to let them fall, you know the situation is a bit ridiculous to be crying over but your emotions were stretched thin at the moment from both hormones and sleep deprivation. 

Now sensing that the situation was more delicate than he originally thought, Diluc proceeded to wrap his strong arms around your body in a protective hold. One arm cupped under the back of your knees and the other snaked around your back to hold your waist leaving you to lean on his large chest. He kissed your temple before speaking up again, “Shh it’s alright, it’s ok, can you tell me what happened? Why are you up so late?” 

Before responding you took a moment to curl into his embrace and take in his comforting, masculine scent. “I’m sorry, I woke up in pain from cramps and couldn’t get back to sleep… I didn’t want to wake you, you’ve been so stressed this week and you deserved a good night's sleep,” You mumbled into his shirt. 

He let out a light chuckle at this, “Thank you (Y/N), but how could I possibly get a good night’s sleep if my partner is in distress? Wake me up whenever you can’t sleep, I promise I don’t mind.” With one piece of the puzzle still missing, he eyed the object now discarded to the side of the bed before facing you again, “And my vision…?”

Embarrassment took over you once again, “Ah! W-well…” A blush took over your cheeks as you continued to stutter over your words for a second, your husband cocked his head in amusement. Adorable, he thought. You covered your face with your hands for a second and took a deep breath, “I thought that… Since your vision makes you naturally warmer… that I could use you as…um…” You trailed off, not wanting to continue for a moment, you could see the knowing smirk on his face grow.

Although clearly knowing where you were going with this, he decided to tease you further so he lightly increased the temperature on his hands where they met your skin,  “As?”

You gasp at the contact, in the past you sometimes found yourself wondering how Diluc and Kaeya were raised together and yet could be so opposite in personality but now you know; they were both borderline sadistic in their teasing. The only difference being Kaeya was a tease to everyone openly while Diluc only teased those close to him, which at the moment meant only you…

“A-as a…” You lowered your voice to a whisper and buried your face into his chest in hopes that he wouldn't hear you, “A heating pad…” 

You should have known he wouldn’t let you get away with that so easily, “Sorry dear I didn’t quite catch that, could you speak up?” 

You groan, realizing you’ll have to just accept your fate, “As a heating pad! I thought… I thought I could tap your vision to make your hand warmer ok? Don’t tease me!” His chest rumbled in laughter at your story but you kept your face hidden against him and whined out his name. 

“I wouldn’t tease you if you didn’t make such cute expressions you know,” He tapped your nose playfully before continuing, “It wasn’t a bad idea actually.” The previously removed hand left your legs to trail up your smooth skin and found purchase on your lower stomach once again. “But I much prefer knowing that I’m the one taking care of you.” The last sentence was spoken in a deep, intimate tone that tickled your ear causing a shiver to run up your spine; a contrast to your husband's steadily warming hand. 

Before you could begin to think of a reply your body was lowered back onto the cool silk sheets of your shared bed and a blanket was pulled over you. Diluc laid on his side facing you so that his palm could stay protectively over your soft skin. You could tell he wasn’t going to last much longer, his eyes drooped down but his stubbornness refused to give in to sleep until he knew you were taken care of first. Warmth soaked into your body beginning to dull the pain you felt. Sleep was finally creeping up on you, coaxed out by the warmth of your husband's body and the safety of being in his arms. Your breathing began to slow and right before you drifted off completely you felt the soft pressure of lips on your temple and a whispered “I love you.”

[sleepyrouge]

howdy cats! i wrote these lil spicy vignettes to celebrate this post of mine getting one or two more notes than i thought it would!! i wrote these for my three bnha faves and as a way to step up my writing and i really like how they turned out so i hope y'all do too!

please note that some of the song lyrics i chose don't fit the scenarios i wrote exactly but the ~vibes~ are there.

unseasoned version. (but still 18+ mdni.)

A I Z A W A / S H O U T A - tell me something good (rufus + chaka khan)

"i'll make you wish there was 48 hours to each day" // (word count: 2051) (content warnings: afab!reader, unprotected sex, spitting, face fucking, orgasm denial, creampie, + anything else i forgot i blacked out writing this one)

“hey love,” you heard shouta call from down the hallway. “d’you think you could come here a second?” it was the first time you had heard his raspy voice all day. he had been grading papers and working on lesson plans since before the sun came up, wanting to get caught up with all of his paperwork before the semester was over.

you sat the t shirt of his that you were folding into the basket of clean laundry and padded out of the living room and down the short hallway to his office where he stood in the doorway, tall figure propped up against the frame. you fought against the way your mouth watered at the sight of him, messy black hair pulled into a low bun and pajama pants slung low on his hips.

“what is it?” you looked down at the ground, composing yourself and missed the way he smirked down at you.

“my laptop stopped working.” he stated flatly and almost chuckled at the way your head jerked up and eyes started to roll at him.

“i was finally putting a dent into my chores and you’re distracting me because you can’t figure out how to plug your computer in?”

“it is plugged in! c’mere, look!” he pulls your hand and you stumble into his office. true to his word, his laptop sat stationary on his desk, black screen persistent as he jabbed at the power button. you could see the charger plugged into the side and followed the cord down to where it was plugged into the power strip. “see, it’s broken.” shouta pouted with only a twinge of annoyance in his voice.

“you don’t know that for sure.” you ran a reassuring hand up his arm and stepped in front of him to inspect the laptop, picking it up and making sure the battery was inserted properly. you could feel aizawa’s warm body mere centimeters away from you through the thin fabric of your sleep shorts as you prodded at his laptop, unable to figure out what could be wrong.

stepping back, you bit at your thumbnail, trying to think through all of the scenarios of what could be wrong. your mind landed on the power strip and promptly, you crawled under shouta’s desk to where the power strip was and saw no orange light indicating that it was on. you craned your head up against the wall in the cramped space underneath the desk and saw that the plug for the power strip was almost completely hanging out of the outlet.

“ah, gotcha!” you strained, fingers wiggling through the sparse space until you had pressed the plug securely back into the outlet and the orange light on the strip was lit up again. you wiggled out from underneath the desk and stood back up quickly, going a little lightheaded from standing up too fast.

“thank you baby.” he pressed a warm kiss to your lips making you even dizzier than you were. you would be lying if you said that you didn’t feel neglected all morning while your boyfriend worked, so you pressed back into the kiss eagerly. your hands danced gingerly over his chest before wrapping your arms around his neck and deepening the kiss. you pressed your tongue into shouta’s mouth with need, licking against his own, and moaning into the kiss when his tongue pressed back into your mouth. your hand toyed with the stubble on his chin and his large hands rested on your ass.

“how am i supposed to get any work done now with you prancing around in these stupid little shorts, hmm?” he mumbled against your already bruised lips, hands kneading the meat of your ass for emphasis.

“that sounds like a you problem, sho.” you scrunched your nose up cutely, grinning as you teased him.

“gonna make it your problem.”

he pushed your shoulders down steadily until you were on your knees in front of him, eager eyes staring up into his from underneath long lashes. you watched and licked your lips involuntarily as he pulled his hardening cock out of his pants, precum starting to bead at the tip. you sat up on your knees some, tongue darting out to lick at his tip. you loved the way he hissed in response.

you licked slowly down his length, reveling in how long he was. shouta buried a hand roughly in your hair, guiding your mouth down on his length properly, and watched you set to work bobbing your head up and down and stroking the base that you couldn’t reach with your mouth with your hand instead.

“you’re so pretty like this, my sweet girl.” he groaned as his tip hit the back of your throat and you gagged. “are you sure that’s all’a me you can take?” you struggled to take more of him down your throat, drool spilling out the sides of your mouth. you nodded your head defeatedly. “oh baby, i don’t think that’s true.” he cooed, pulling on your tangled hair to stop you from moving as he pulled his hips back and pressed roughly into your mouth, down your throat to where you had never been able to reach. you gagged and your eyes filled with tears but your core was on fire. you could feel wetness puddling between your legs as aizawa fucked into your throat harshly and all you could do was gag and dig your fingernails into his hips.

“oh fuck,” he mused lowly, his dark pubic hair brushing against your nose as he was finally able to press his entire length down your throat. “i knew you could do it.” he smiled lovingly down at you as he fucked your mouth slowly, enamored by the way your throat constricted around him and the beads of tears that slipped down your cheeks and onto your neck.

“you want my cum, baby girl, hmm?” he questioned, hips jerking more fiercely. the tip of aizawa’s cock was hitting mercilessly against the back of your throat and you couldn’t quit gagging and rubbing your thighs together at the sight of him. it was all you could do to hum out mmhm as he continued his rough pace.

“keep your mouth open for me, pretty.” he cooed, pulling his cock from your mouth and pinching your drool and tear covered cheeks together with his fingertips. with his other hand, he kept stroking his dick just at the entrance to your mouth until his white-hot seed was spurting out in thick ropes against your lips and into your mouth. he looked down at you from where his head had fallen back in ecstasy, eyes glassy and breathing uneven.

“don’t swallow until i tell you to.” he growled gently, bending down until his face hovered over you, a glob of spit passing through his lips and into your mouth, joining the mess there. even with your mouth full, you tried to moan and rub your thighs together to get any kind of stimulation you could but you knew how pitiful you sounded and it ended up with aizawa mocking your pitiful little sounds.

“come here.” he pouted, pulling you up by the armpits until you were almost eye level with him again. your mouth hung open, a pool of your own saliva now joining the mix. “you’re always so good for me.” shouta cooed, peeling your shirt off of you. he pressed an open mouthed kiss to the side of your neck. he latched onto your nipple, sucking until it hardened underneath his attention. you were leaning against aizawa’s desk now, pinned there by his muscular arms on either side of you.

one of his hands travelled lower, palm resting against the front of your shorts. you tried to grind your aching cunt against him in search of some kind of release. he chuckled lowly at you, loving the way you were squirming against him and the pitiful sounds you were making just audible over the liquid in your mouth. slowly, he peeled your shorts down your legs, along with your panties that were so drenched that they stuck to you.

“you went and got this wet just from sucking my dick, baby?” he whispered against the side of your face, one hand coming up to rest against your throat and the other starting to circle against your needy clit. you nodded your head jerkily. “fuck, you’re so easy.” he pressed his nose into your cheek and dragged down until he was sucking at the skin of your neck, long finger that was circling your clit now pushing inside of you. you longed to cry out at the sensations you were feeling, to somehow let off some of the pressure you felt building in your core.

“you can swallow now.” he whispered, nose to nose with you and free hand resting on your throat as he continued to fuck you with a single finger. greedily, you shut your aching jaw and swallowed the mixture of shouta’s cum, his spit, and your own spit that was swirling in your mouth. without waiting for you to take a breath, he pinned you with a searing kiss, tongue invading your mouth and his finger halting its ministrations. your head fell painfully back as shouta kissed you heavily and licked against the roof of your mouth, swallowing down the sinful noises you made.

without preamble, he pulled away from you and was roughly turning you around and bending you over his desk.

"shouta!" you yelped in surprise, barely able to gather your wits about you before he was burying himself to the hilt inside of you. he set a moderate pace, hands digging into your hips as he pushed you off of his cock before dragging you back towards him. it was wet and messy how he fucked you, each thrust making you feel like nothing existed except for you and him. shouta leaned over, pressing his chest into your back and pinning you down and he was so deep inside of you that you could just about taste him. you pitifully kept trying to rut yourself back onto him.

“go on baby, fuck yourself on me.” he whispered with a smirk against the shell of your ear and without delay, you starting rolling your hips unreservedly against shouta’s, his cock rubbing intoxicatingly against your cervix. you had no control of the sounds coming out of your mouth anymore. all you could you was arch your back against shouta’s chest more persistently and hump back into him like you were a dog in heat. you could feel your own arousal dripping down your thighs as aizawa kneaded the fat of your hips harshly in his hands.

“so damn cute like this.” he cooed against your shoulder, pulling his dick completely out all of a sudden and slamming back in, drunk off the obscene squelching sound your pussy made around him. you pressed your tits hard against the surface of his desk, trying to find more friction. his rhythm was off now and you knew it wouldn’t be long until shouta was coming in you.

“you think i should come in your loud little pussy?” he teased again and you let out a dry sob at all the stimulation you were feeling. “oh god oh fuck.” you heard him groan harshly as you could feel him coming deep inside of you, hands gripping your hips so hard that you could feel it in your bones. you were so worked up now that you were seeing stars in your vision and you knew you would be coming soon if shouta kept up the gentle pace he had started after coming.

however, all of a sudden, you felt him pull out of you and heard him plop down into his desk chair beside you and power on his laptop.

“shouta, what are you doing?” you puzzled, fucked out face turning to look at his.

“work.” a devilish smirk on his face.

“i thought…you were gonna make me come.” your brain was struggling to put words together.

“nuh uh, baby, that sounds like a you problem. i like the view though.” he pressed a quick kiss to your hip, still bent over his desk, and then went back to his paperwork.

B A K U G O U / K A T S U K I - love buzz (nirvana)

"would you believe me when I tell you, you're the queen of my heart" // (word count: 1466) (content warnings: emotional unprotected sex, afab!reader)

there were friends with benefits and then there were friends that messed around and caught feelings. or in bakugou's case, it was just him. a one-sided affair where he could say with relative certainty that you didn't feel the same way.

he was good at hiding his feelings, proficient in hiding his emotions under a couple layers of heaped-on insults and unwarranted jabs. if he were you, he wouldn't have put up with half of the things he said to you, but he figured you were special. able to put up with him, take it in stride, and come back for more-all the while never asking or needing anything other than sex in return.

the arrangement between the two of you had started out simply enough, two newly minted pro-heroes that didn't have time for, or want, a proper relationship. then between the friendly rivalry and the late nights and the stupid memes that you would send him when he was on patrol, bakugou's hands would get sweatier than normal when your name got mentioned or he would stumble over his words, which wasn't usual, when you would join him and kirishima on a night out. he was pissed off with himself for catching feelings. it was inconvenient. he figured he could turn those feelings off easily enough if he simply put his mind to it, but instead he found himself taking out his phone and tapping out a message for you to come over.

he wasn't expecting you to come over, much less straight from the gym with sweat still drying on your skin. bakugou felt like a newly orphaned puppy. why couldn't it mean something? you laughed at him a little and teased him for being horny. bakugou managed a weak smile at that as you let yourself into his bathroom to take a shower and wash off your workout. he tried to occupy himself by looking at his phone and watching tv, anything to prove to himself that he didn't absolutely need your touch.

he lost the mental battle.

he quietly entered his bedroom and heard you singing softly in the shower. the humidity in his room had gone up a degree from how hot you had the shower and the way the door was cracked. bakugo’s clothes clung to him as he tried to peel them off. he could feel his heart pounding in his chest as he walked naked, both physically and emotionally, into the bathroom where you were oblivious to him. he stood on the other side of the shower door for a moment and contemplated what to do.

his desire drove him to crack open the door, that and the scent of his body wash on your skin. you whirled around at the sound of your little bubble being disrupted. he tried to scowl at the way you smirked at him.

“miss me already, ‘suki?” except he didn’t answer your question, instead opting to pull you closer to him by the waist while the hot water drenched his hair and made it stick to his forehead. you giggled, not quite a stranger to bakugou’s moods, but nevertheless not really knowing what to do when he was in one that wouldn’t give away your own feelings for him. you tried to be the cool girl in front of him.

he connected his lips to yours softly and they burned. burned all the way right down to your soul and you dug your fingers into the skin at the back of his neck as your lips tried to keep up. it was like a war to see who would pull away or suffocate first. you lost the war, pulling away greedily to fill your lungs with more air. bakugou, superhuman as he was, latched his lips onto your neck, sucking easily in a way that made a gasp pass through your lips in surprise. his hands explored along your hips, your ass, your waist. you smoothed his wet hair back from his forehead and tried, silently, to figure out what was going through his mind but you dare not ask.

bakugou pressed you against the wall of the shower and the steam impacted your vision enough to where only his burning red eyes were visible through the white heat. you leaned up to kiss him, tried to tear through his walls like he did to you without even noticing. he pulled away, leaning his warm forehead against yours. you felt lightheaded from the over abundance of steam and lack of proper oxygen. katsuki’s hands travelled up the soft skin of your stomach until he was gripping at the skin right under your breasts in thought.

“just wanna…just wanna… fuck.” he pulled his forehead away from yours in agitation, looking instead at the water circling the drain.

“yeah, i know that’s all you wanna do.” you tried your damndest to not sound bitter, tried your best to fight the note of want despite the bitterness in your voice. bakugou’s heavy eyes snapped back to yours.

“like you don’t want it?” he all but growled. he leaned down to nip at your neck and you couldn’t stand the way your head looked back so easily against the wall to give him access. his hands played with your tits and your breathing got ragged. you could feel his hard dick slipping against your thigh in the slick of water.

“want you.” you pulled him closer by the neck, desperate to feel him. desperate to feed the monster inside of you that kept telling you that you needed him and that it was pointless to admit anything to him. “want you in me.” you reached down to wrap your hand around his length, already throbbing and leaking pre. see, he didn’t want you for anything other than sex. it was pointless to pretend otherwise. he pulled your hips out toward his and wrapped one of your legs around his waist.

through the wall of shit in your mind, you could feel his long, gentle fingers coming to stroke through your folds as your hand moved slowly up and down the length of him. you did your best to avoid his heavy gaze. you felt your body relaxing and you pulled him closer, free hand wrapped securely around his neck. the position the two of you were in was precarious.

“don’t let me fall.” you whispered pitifully against his lips and tried to ignore the double meaning.

“wont.” he grunted, hand abandoning his ministrations against you and you felt his tip entering you. you gasped at the feeling and pulled katsuki in for a kiss that wouldn’t stop. he tugged your leg higher around his waist and you whimpered at the stretch as he completely buried himself in you. he stayed there for a minute, letting his lips move with yours and he played with a stray lock of your wet hair for a moment. your fingers stroked against the planes of his face. his hands went back to travel all over your body and you arched your back when he started moving in you, slow and deep, which was completely different to how it usually was. there wasn’t a sound that didn’t pass from your lips through his as your tongue delved into his mouth.

he pulled away from you, panting, and picked up his pace. it had you clawing at his shoulders, sharp nails digging into sensitive skin. you thought, perhaps would be a good time to tell him your secrets. besides, if he laughed at you, like you thought he might be wont to do, you could laugh it off as meaningless bedroom talk. when you opened your mouth, lips poised to damn yourself, he railed as hard as he could into you and didn’t stop. you yelped in surprise, which turned into a litany of meals and moans that fizzled out against bakugou’s skin. you would live another day to tell him, or maybe you wouldn’t. such was life.

you felt yourself nearing the edge as he latched his mouth down onto one of your nipples. the sensation was divine. one of his fingers resumed its position against your clit and circled harshly until you were drunk, calling out his name. the barrier holding you back snapped. you came, clenching around bakugou’s cock, and you stayed there with him cradling your head until you could remember your name again.

sadly, you felt him slip out of you. you hadn’t felt him cum, too wrapped up in your own mind. he took a second to rinse off, back turned away from you. you admired the scarlet scratches you had left on his skin. the water shut off.

“see you at work, yeah?” he called over his shoulder and you were all alone again.

K I R I S H I M A / E I J I R O U - cherry (jj cale)

"cherry, i'd like to love you" // (word count: 1184) (content warnings: afab!reader, unprotected sex, public car sex, overstimulation, fingering)

it was a weekly occurrence, ending up in kirishima’s car in some abandoned parking lot on your lunch break. you always ended up perched in his lap and fighting to catch your breath. last week was no exception, next week wouldn’t be an exception, and today certainly wasn’t.

you relished in the way the steering wheel dug into your back as eijirou pressed sloppy kisses against the front of your dress and made the fabric stick to your clammy skin. his big hands slithered up your thighs and pinned the hem of your dress up around your waist, exposing your cherry red underwear to him. it had started out as a way to tease him, wearing too short dresses around the office and bending down to pick up a pen in front of him that you honestly hadn’t meant to drop. the first time you had done it, you had forgotten all about the crimson underwear until he was dragging you with him down to his car on his lunch break, jaw set, and eyes dark. now, it was something fun for you to wear just to get a rise out of him and get a rise out of him you did.

you let out the tiniest little whimper and dug your fingers through his deceptively soft hair when he pressed a finger against your clothed core. as much as you loved teasing him and testing eiijrou's patience, he always won. he was always the better one of the both of you.

"haven't even really touched you and you're already so needy for me, huh?" he hummed and nipped at the sensitive skin just under your ear. you ground your hips down into his hand. it wasn't ideal, fucking a man as big as kirishima in the driver's seat of his car in an open parking lot, but you were helpless to take any option but what he gave you.

aggravated and needy, you pulled his face to yours and kissed him feverishly. you could feel his smirk against your lips when you tried to slip your tongue into his mouth. he made a laugh that lived and died in his throat and then he was letting your tongue into his mouth while he pushed your panties to the side and was journeying through your slick with his index and middle finger. you gasped into his mouth at the sensation like it was the first time you had done this. you let your head fall back at the sensation, getting lost all too quickly in the pleasure that you felt. damn kirishima and his big everything.

his index finger circled your clit unforgivingly and mentally, you tried to calculate the minutes you had left before you had to be back in the office.

"want your cock." you pouted as you kissed needily down kirishima's neck and creased the front of his light blue button-down. you reached down to palm at his length through his perfectly pressed trousers.

"you know what you gotta say to get it, baby." he grinned, cat-like, up at you and all at once two of his fingers were inside of you and moving relentlessly. you collapsed forward onto his chest, giving him more access to move his fingers inside of you. you whined and rutted down onto his lap, dragging your clit against his length. you smiled as he groaned.

"don't wanna say it." his fingers curled up against your belly button. you tried to strangle a moan from wiggling out of your throat.

"that's too bad, i guess." he tutted, head lolled back against the seat rest and pushing the neckline of your dress down your shoulders, just admiring you coming unraveled. quickly, he was leaning forward again, teeth connecting with the sensitive skin of your chest and biting down until you were whimpering and crying out his name like there was no one else around that could possibly hear you. heat raged in your chest and you circled your hips back more urgently on his fingers. you felt more of your slick roll down your thighs the harder he bit down on you. the pain was truly almost unbearable but the feel of his teeth brought you closer and closer to the release that you needed.

"please, eiji, gonna cum and wanna do it on your cock." you babbled as you felt like you were being propelled through the galaxy.

"want you to have my cock too, baby, but you know what you gotta say to get it." he smiled so sweetly up at you and then he was licking soothingly over the deep bite just under your collar bone. with the mix of his fingers and the alternating gentleness of his touch, you felt yourself come undone on his fingers and your spine stopped doing its job of holding you upright as you leaned the entirety of your weight onto ejirou's chest. his hands lightly dusted over your back after he slipped his soaked fingers out of you. you steeled yourself, proverbial tail coming to tuck between your legs as you pressed a kiss against his cheek.

"love you. you know that. don't know why you like me sayin' it so much." you felt eijirou shifting around underneath you and unzipping his pants.

“jus’ think you like bein’ a handful, huh?” he whispered against the skin of your neck. there was only gentle now, none of the teasings, no matter how light-spirited, from earlier left. you nodded your head in agreement, too spent to put up much resistance. you let kirishima lift you by your hips and line you up on his dripping cock. your body took his with only resistance. your first orgasm had loosened you up enough to where you were relaxed enough to take him easily, but your body was exhausted and bordering on overstimulated after the first round.

kirishima fucked into you sweetly, cooing about how good you felt and how you were his baby and his love. you kept your head buried against his neck to nip and bite at his sweaty skin whenever you heard his voice. it was too quick how his thrusts grew erratic and he was palming at the flesh of your ass but you didn’t care. you felt yourself start to peak for the second time, seemingly by the emotional onslaught itself (and kirishima, it was always kirishima). you brought your hips down solidly to meet eijirou’s harsh thrusts each time and before soon, you were seeing nothing but stars. he buried himself in you, hitting the spot inside of you that only he could reach and then you were clamping down around him and calling out his name pitifully against his lips. you felt him cum inside of you and felt it start to dribble down your soft thigh as he pulled out of you.

“you didn’t say it.” a stubborn poke to his chest. “you know you gotta say it back.”

“i love you, you stubborn ass.” there were two matched dazed grins and you stumbled out of his car to straighten out your clothes.

[elis-corner]

Hiiiiii, can I have a hurt/comfort scar? I need a hug from my favorite block man:(

Hiya Anon! Hope you're well.

Everyone deserves hugs from their favourite block men, so here you are :))) Hugs from this block girl too <3 /p

Sorry this took so long, what with study devouring my soul, and the dreaded creative block. I also wrote it twice and chose the better one, so again, apologies for it taking a while.

As always, thanks to my friend for proofreading, and to all of you for support and giving me a place to write :}

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By your side

The moon was big. There was no other way you could put it. You had been building at your base when you’d received a message from the adorable yet awfully clumsy Scar saying he needed help with some “minor inconveniences”. The man had gotten mixed up with some phantoms and desperately needed assistance. That’s when he pointed it out.

“Is the moon big?” he asked. “Grian and Mumbo reckon it is.” You shrugged a reply.

“I guess, it feels the same size, but at the same time...”

Your close observations afterwards had indeed confirmed it to be indeed larger than usual, and it only seemed to get larger. But that wasn’t the only thing. Things had begun to float, never to be seen again, and you were constantly losing progress on your base. It was fun at first, but now it was just... tiring.

Especially when you come back from mining to find half your base destroyed.

The ruins of your base loomed over you like the wreckage of a watchtower destroyed in the midst of battle. It overshadowed you, making you feel small in a way you had never really experienced before. And it hurt as bad as a hoglin attack.

All you could do is fall to your knees, burying your head in your hands. Months of work down the drain. All for nothing. You can’t find the strength to do anything but sit there and cry your heart out. Your mind filtered out the cold breeze and the ground around you slowly being lifted away. It blocked the sounds of animals, the feeling of the grass brushing against your skin, and the sound of someone landing behind you and pulling you into an embrace.

You turn to look at them, blinking in an attempt to clear the tears from your eyes so you could actually see who it was.

‘What’s wrong?’ Scar said softly, wiping a tear off your cheek with his thumb. ‘Actually, that’s a pretty stupid question,’ he laughed half-heartedly, running his fingers through his hair.

When his joking around didn’t seem to make you feel any better, he gently slid his arms beneath you and began a fast walk to the Swaggon. With one arm securely wrapped around you, he climbed the ladder up to his bedroom.

The room felt rather cramped at times, but cozy and welcoming all the same, with its large window, plants by Scar’s brown bed, slanted copper roof, and a floor that reminded you awfully of smithing tables.

Scar lays you down on the bed, the down mattress sinking beneath your weight. You shut your eyes, hearing the slight thud of Scar’s boots hitting the floor before he climbs in, spooning you, and as his warmth envelops you you allow yourself to sink into his chest. A lean figure presses against you, letting out a quiet purr as you stroked her fur.

Scar keeps one hand draped over your waist, the other playing with your hair. ‘I’ve lost so much, Scar. But what if the moon gets worse? What if we lose everything?’

He presses his lips to the back of your head, humming softly. ‘We’ll have each other, at least. And I’ll never let anything happen to you; I’ll always be by your side.’

[sukirichi]

— the other side

request:  BRUH YOUR SWIMSUIT SHOPPING WITH JJK IS GOD LEVEL 😫😫😫😫😫😫😫😫 I think you wrote Gojo perfectly 🥺 Could I pretty please request FaceTime sex with Gojo 🤩 Like maybe Gojo’s away on a mission and he really misses reader and he’s needy so he calls her and has her put the phone down in front of her and tells her what to do 😳

warnings: nsfw, mutual masturbation, facetime sex, dirty talk (+unedited fic)

note: i actually wasn’t sure if i could write this well since i’m not the best at dialogue, but i tried my best and i hope you like it anon! thank you for the request! dinner has been served!

masterlist ! 

Ruined. He’s absolutely ruined you.

You pull your fingers out of your clenching hole, your cheeks sweaty as you pant against your pillow. Hole clenching around nothing at the sudden emptiness, your chest heaves up and down with the gnawing dissatisfaction that you could no longer cum yourself; could no longer feel pleased unless it’s Gojo doing it for you.

Before you know it, a single tear flows down until it collects besides your lips. Hands rubbing against your tired eyes, you sigh at the clock blaring 2:19 AM mockingly at you.

It’s two in the fucking morning – and you haven’t cum ever since Gojo left for work.

Your fingers just wasn’t enough; could never be enough compared to his magical tongue and long dick that absolutely drives you into with so much need, large hands grappling against your soft mounds for leverage while he pounds himself into you.

It’s not the same without him. It’s been four long days ever since Gojo left for work; four torturous days that you’ve done everything you could to get off, only to keep failing after hours of humping your pillow or doing all the work with the cute pink dildo you got just for days he wouldn’t be around. It never ends well. Your wrist would only cramp or your thighs would ache afterwards, but you never came.

Perhaps that’s one of the consequences of being greedy and wanting to keep Gojo Satoru all to yourself. In return, he’s also stolen you of the privilege of fucking yourself.

Arm sprawled over your face, your breathing begins to regulate. Your legs are still wide open, arousal leaking from your disappointed cunt. You were ready, so ready for Gojo to come home and just fuck you silly.

You hate yourself for being this way, hate that your lips are trembling because you miss him so much and you’re actually crying all because you feel so empty without him buried within you.

It’s stupid, so fucking stupid, but you can’t help it.

You turn around to your side and hug his pillow closer to your body, breathing in his scent. It helps to calm you down a bit and even reassures you you’re not really alone; he’d come back in a few days and you’ll have him all to yourself again.

It’s been a long day, and the days just keep stretching over with the fact you’ve pretty much masturbated everywhere but still never got to come. A wave of exhaustion washes over you, your eyelids growing heavy at the same time you wrap one leg around Gojo’s pillow. His musky scent still remains, almost mocking that he’s never really away from you, but the dull aching deep within your pussy says otherwise.

You’re so helpless without him.

Just as you’re about to gaze off into to dreamland, your phone blares from your bedside table. You don’t waste another second before scrambling off the bed to get it, nearly falling off if you hadn’t grasped on to the sheets hard enough.

Gojo’s contact name of baby with a heart emoji flashes on the screen. Out of reflex, your entire body responds. Palms sweaty, lips puckered, pussy fluttering and nipples peaking – it’s embarrassing how your body reacts to him strongly. If he was here and he saw the way you open yourself up to him, Gojo would laugh while knuckle deep in you, teasing that you’re so eager for him and he hasn’t even done anything yet.

You quickly swipe right to answer, the grin on your face large and beaming when his handsome face greets you. “Satoru,” you smile, leaning back on the pillows to make yourself comfortable. “I missed you.”

There’s no lie about that. He’s still so handsome with one arm propped underneath him, hair down in messy strands and his eyes free from the blindfold, allowing you to witness the magic that pooled within that beauty. Satoru is now wearing a plain white shirt in exchange of his usual dark uniform, his bicep flexing under his weight, but you’re more focused on how his eyes crinkle once he finally saw your pretty face.

You could tell he misses you just the same.

“Hey, baby,” he coos through the call, and his low, husky voice immediately sends chill down your spine. The cold air bites at your exposed cunt and you shudder; you already know you’re wet again. It’s still ‘yesterday’ where he’s at, meaning that he’d have to leave for work after three hours or so as the sun begins to rise, while you’d still be slumbering at peace.

Or at least, sleep as comfortably as you could with countless failed orgasms.

“I missed you too,” Satoru sighs. His eyes droop for a moment, and he sees the way you open your lips, ready to tell him to get some more rest instead of calling you. Satoru only presses a finger to his lips, eyes glinting playfully at your awaiting gaze. “I’m fine, baby, don’t worry about me. I just needed to hear your voice.”

Your heart skips a beat at that. You’ve always known that Satoru is flirty, and even though he isn’t exactly being too flirty right now, the mere thought of him wanting to hear your voice before he sleeps does wondrous leaps to your wavering heart.

“Me too,” you confess in a small voice, tugging up the sheets under the chin as you grow more and more shy with each passing second. “It hasn’t been the same without you, Toru. I can’t…I can’t be myself when you’re not here.”

Satoru, despite being an absolute dumb fuck all the time, isn’t stupid when it comes to that tone of your voice. He nods once and presses the phone closer to his face, voice low and serious. “What’s wrong, baby? Do you want to talk to me about it?”

Yes and no. You seriously debate whether it’s best to tell him that you can’t cum without him, simply because he’s always so much better and feels perfect compared to your nimble fingers that barely even stretch you. On the other side, you don’t want to keep him up too late, plus phone sex… well, you haven’t really done it before. Just imagining showing yourself bare to Satoru through the camera already makes your body feel warmer than it already it is. He’s seen you naked hundred of times before, but the idea that he could record it…

You swallow audibly and look away from him. Your cunt is already gushing as you imagine Satoru recording the way you lose yourself as he buries his cock into your hilt, but it’s a different thing if you could both masturbate to the thought of each other.

“Babe,” Satoru cuts off your train of thoughts, “You feel frustrated too, don’t you? I’ve never hated my fist as much as I do now.”

Your head snaps to his direction so fast Satoru laughs at your crazed reaction, and the sound only increases when you start babbling to him. “Y-you,” you shake your head in disbelief, “You too? You can’t cum too? I mean, I’ve done everything I could, I even got a dildo but it’s not enough, Toru, it’s never enough, I need you so bad.”

You don’t care that you’re whining at this point. Satoru doesn’t give a damn either because he’s already palming his erection through his sweatpants from the other side of the world, jaw clenching as he imagines you doing lewd things without him.

“Aw, my poor baby,” he teases you, making you pout and hide under the sheets with only your eyes peeking through. “It’s okay, I’ve got you now,” his voice drops an octave lower, eyes darkening as lust consumes both your body. “Just be a good girl and follow my instructions, okay? I’ll make you feel good. We’ll make each other feel good. It’ll feel like I never left, okay?”

“O-okay,” you nod shakily, still unsure of what to do. “Is there-?”

“Yeah,” Satoru grunts as he whips his cock free from his confines, hips jutting forward now that his hand is wrapped around it. He sighs at the relief of finally getting his chance to cum. He understands your situation; his cock won’t even come close to the warmth of your tight pussy clenching on him. “Show me yourself, pretty girl. Show me those pretty pink lips of yours,” Satoru places his phone somewhere on the table near his bed, pushing his sweatpants down until his cock slaps against his underbelly, the tip red and leaking.

You gasp at how lewd he looks. The sheets are absolutely crumpled beneath him, and you clench your thighs at the sight of Satoru wrapping his hands around his large, angry cock with his eyes staring straight directly at the camera.

“Come on, baby, don’t be shy,” he rasps, “I want to see you, want to hear you. You’ll let me hear those beautiful moans, won’t you?”

When his hups jut forward to meet the tight grip of his hands, something inside you snaps. Breath shaky and legs trembling, you throw your sheets off to the side and get your phone stand before setting it up at your bedside table, making sure to tilt the camera downwards before you lean back onto the bed. You’re already naked underneath Satoru’s large shirt, and it doesn’t take much as you spread your legs eagerly for him, using two lips to spread your lips open even without his command.

Satoru groans at your arousal leaking down the sheets and making a mess. He pumps himself harder, smirking at how your heavy breathing is all he could hear. “So fucking pretty,” he praises, “Now put two fingers in your pussy for me, baby girl. Stretch yourself open so I can see how much you miss my cock.”

Obedient as ever, you do as you’re told, letting out a shuddered moan when your two fingers go past your walls without resistance. You’re wet, so fucking wet for him, but you want him. “Satoru,” you whine, pushing your fingers deeper and deeper and pulling them out for friction. Your walls clench around your digits and you start imagining that it’s his long fingers buried into you this time; getting off to his image and relishing in how Satoru is moaning your name. “Miss you baby,” you cry out, hands trailing up to squeeze your nipples. “I want you so bad.”

“Me too, baby, me too,” the sound of Satoru’s slick running up and down his shaft, along with his low groans, are like music to your ears. Your moan grows louder when you open your eyes and see that his muscles are flexing as he fucks his hand eagerly, his gaze focused on the way you’re shuddering around your own digits. “Another one. Add another one.”

Shakily, you add another one, your head falling back at the welcomed intrusion. It’s still not enough, but it’ll do for now.

You just imagine that it’s his cock inside you instead, each vein prominent as the ridges of your wall hug him completely. Satoru replaces his hand with your pussy as well, that the fist running down his dick is you bouncing on his cock instead. He can already picture the way your breasts bounce in front of him and Satoru shudders, “Tits,” he growls, “I want to see your fucking tits. Want to feel them on my hands,” Satoru chuckles at how eagerly you lift your shirt up to show him the beaded nipples, teeth biting down on the material with your hands still knuckle-deep in your pussy.

“Fuck, you’re always so pretty, babe.”

“Miss you,” you keep crying out, words muffled through the shirt you’re biting. You pinch your nipple at the same time you rapidly finger yourself, your pussy squelching and the sounds pornographic as it echoes all the way to Satoru’s phone. You miss him so fucking much that it’s unreal. There’s no more self control when your back hits the bed, hips lifting off the bed and giving Satoru a clearer view of your juices dripping down your ass.

Satoru can’t resist the way his balls tighten, desperate to have you right next to him so he can fuck your brains out already. He wishes he could come home and be in your warmth, be in your embrace, but he’s still got curses to kill that fucking you would just have to wait much to both parties’ displeasure.

Sweat is beading down his forehead as he watches you thrash around your bed, his cock only growing harder and a low growl emanating from his throat when you keep moaning satoru, satoru, satoru, I love you so fucking much.

“I love you too,” he manages to say in shaky breaths. “You’re so perfect for me – fuck.”

You push yourself off the edge by pulling your lips aside and pinch at your clit. At that, your back arches off the bed, making your fingers dig deeper into you and for a split second, you manage to hit your g-spot. Satoru can tell you’re close by the way your legs spasm and he encourages you, spitting down his cock as he pumps his fist around his length almost angrily.

“That’s good, baby, keep going, keep going,” his teeth clenches when you nod, tears falling down your pretty cheeks. “Want to fuck you so good – I’d have you screaming around my neck while I take you from behind and shove your face down the pillow,” you moan in response, the sound high pitched and almost whiny. Satoru chuckles before he cuts himself off with a hiss, his balls tightening and his cock throbbing already. “Yeah, you’d like that, wouldn’t you? You want me to fuck your ass when I get home?”

“Yes, yes, please,” your belly tightens at the thought of Satoru stretching your tight hole, even better if he pulls at your hair while his hips slam at the flesh of your ass.

Rubbing your clit fervently, Satoru’s name comes out as a broken cry as your orgasm chokes you. The tears are staining your cheeks the same way your cum is making a mess on the sheets, and you grind down harder on the sheets, scissoring yourself just to extend your orgasm.

“Satoru,” you whine, “Fuckkk.”

“I’m close, baby, I’m-” Satoru falls forward when his cock shoots out thick ropes of cum, some of them landing on his abdomen and one sticks to his chin. Your pupils blow wide with lust as you shudder around your fingers while riding down your high, in disbelief that Satoru is cumming so much.

He’s shameless as he continues thrusting into his fists. You’re worried he would overuse his strength and beat his cock to death, but Satoru only chuckles as he keeps pumping his cock, his cum overflowing and pooling down his thick thighs.

“Shit,” he mumbles to himself, falling in the same state as you when he drops down on the bed. His dick begins to turn limp but it’s still twitching, turning a dark shade of pink as he beats his dick almost lazily the time. The both of you take a moment to breathe at the orgasm; not as mind blowing as the ones you’d get if he was there rutting into you instead, but because he’s there, you’re still left with the aftershocks of pleasure.

Wiping the arousal left on your hands on your shirt, you grab your phone and fall into your pillows, cheeks squished and eyelashes fluttering slowly. “Toru,” you call out softly, “You asleep?”

“I want to come home already,” is all he says. He’s still half-passed out in his bed and you laugh, rubbing your thighs together and grimacing when it starts to stick together from your cum. Glancing at Satoru’s form, you dash to the bath to clean yourself up by washing away the cum, coming back to see that Satoru was also in the middle of cleaning his cum with napkins.

“Facetime sex,” he laughs to himself with a shake of his head, mirroring your form by langind on his pillows. He looks absolutely adorable with his lips puckered out like that, azure blue eyes drooping close. “I miss you, babe. I promise when I come home I’m going to fuck you endless.”

You chuckle at his words, wondering how he’s able to say such suggestive things when he’s seconds away from passing out due to exhaustion. Your eyelids grow heavy as well, and along with the light blanket of satisfaction and post-orgasm bliss, the only thing that wouldn’t make this a good night of sleep is the fact Satoru isn’t next to you. Nevertheless, you’re grateful that Satoru took the time to call you despite his busy schedule.

Your heart flutters when Satoru lazily calls you baby, mumbling on and on about how much he misses you. Now that he’s come down from his high, he’s reverting into his big baby self.

His eyes are closed and he’s burying himself deeper into his pillows. You’re about to say goodbye when Satoru lightly snores from the other line, a smile tugging at your lips when you see that he’s now blissfully asleep. Wishing that you could run your hands through his hair, at least, you kiss the screen in the hopes it’d reach him at least metaphorically.

“Sleep well, my love,” you whisper before swiping left to end the call.

Even through the other end of the line, on the other side of the world, Satoru’s worries and exhaustion are washed away with the love you send him.

[cyncerity]

Sizeshifter!Tommy au where he noms SBI and Beeduo all at once? He grows just big enough to where they all fit nice and snug in there and he can feel all them. Big man just wants to hold his family close and keep them safe!

I wrote this as quickly as I could because this prompt gave me so much brain rot. It also gave me an excuse to write one of my favorite vore tropes: overstuffed preds 💖

tw: vore

“Yes!!” Tommy yelled after his 5th consecutive win against the rest of his friends and family in Mario Kart. He heard the rest of them groan as he laughed harder at their defeat. “Alright, Tubbo, you came in last, you know what that means…” Tommy snickered as he leaned closer to Tubbo. The brunette simply laughed as he shoved Tommy’s face back. “Yeah, yeah, I owe you, but I have a feeling you’re gonna wanna cash that favor in now, aren’t you?” Tommy grinned mischievously in response. “Oh, you know me so well.”

Tommy and Tubbo scrambled off the couch and went to the living room as the other 4 continued to play. In a matter of no time Tommy was a giant, approximately 45 ft in height. Not huge, but big enough so that Tubbo had room in his stomach. And as soon as he reached that height, Tubbo shoved his arm in his mouth with a sly, silly grin. Tommy’s response to this was to close his mouth around Tubbo’s torso and slurp the rest of him in like a noodle, making the now much smaller boy burst into giggles. He licked him for a few minutes before getting impatient and swallowing him down, the now familiar feeling of the warm, squirming lump traveling down his throat bringing the shifter bliss. Tommy laid back, closed his eyes, and put a hand on his stomach as he felt Tubbo enter his belly, fully content to lay their the rest of the day.

“Tommy, get back in here, we’re starting another game!!” Tommy heard Wilbur shout. He peeked an eye open. Surely they knew he was giant right now, right? They had to have known what he and Tubbo had gone into the other room to do, they’d have to be stupid not to know. Tommy sighed and made his way back to the dining room where Mario Kart was set up, laying on his stomach (which Tubbo didn’t seem to mind, surprisingly), only bothering to fit his top half in the room. “Oh, there you are! Can you still use one of these?” Ranboo held a controller to Tommy, who’s face remained deadpan as he lifted his hand to compare it to the controller, which was barely the size of his finger nail. “Right, I guess that makes sense…” Ranboo continued a bit awkwardly. “You wanna just watch this round then, Toms?” Phil asked. Tommy shrugged and nodded as Techno started the game.

A few minutes later, Wilbur came out on top, with Ranboo being the loser. Tommy chuckled as Wilbur continued to gloat his victory to patronize Ranboo, when the mocking finally died down and the attention was surprisingly turned to him.

“Alright, Ranboo, new rule for the night: you lose, youre sleeping in the giant.” Wilbur said nonchalantly. Tommy’s face turned to one of utter confusion before he laughed a bit as an argument broke out between Wilbur and Ranboo. Ok, this could be something he could get behind. He was always up for the chance to nom his friends.

Soon Ranboo stared at Tommy with tired eyes as he pushed his lips open. Tommy quickly closed his mouth around the teen and threw his head back as hard as he could and swallowed down Ranboo in one gulp, taking Ranboo by surprise and making Wilbur lose it with laughter. Tommy rearranged himself as he felt Ranboo enter his stomach and Tubbo move over to make more room so that he was now lying on his back, watching the tv upside down. He looked down at his gut.

He had noted a while ago that 50ft was the minimum height he could be to swallow both Ranboo and Tubbo, that being the minimum height where they weren’t crowded and Tommy still felt full while not showing any signs of having eat someone from the outside. At his current 45ft, though, his friends started to make a bump on his gut. Nothing too noticeable unless someone was looking for it, but there nonetheless.

A few minutes later, Techno lost. “Alright, rules of the night, Techno,” Wilbur said as he shoved his twin brother towards Tommy, “down the hatch you go.” Techno just rolled his eyes, not excited or anything but seemingly not opposed to the idea. Tommy was beginning to think this wasn’t such a great idea anymore. Yeah, having two people fill his stomach was nice, but he was fairly certain that two was his max. It was already a little cramped as it was. God, if he even managed to fit Techno in their, would it give him a stomach ache? Tommy negotiated the idea of growing bigger so there’d be more room in his belly, but he had never attempted to shift with people in him, so he dropped the idea.

Nevertheless, a few moments later Tommy found himself watching the bulge of his stomach grow slightly, maybe a half inch to him, bigger as Techno entered his gut. The organ growled around its new occupant, probably realizing (just as Tommy had) that there was already to much stuff in his belly. Tommy drowsily rubbed his stomach and felt internal rubs back as he heard Phil shout from the couch, their last race seemingly over. Wilbur stood up and began shouting for a rematch. Tommy closed his eyes and took a deep breath. Rematch or not, one of them was going to end up in him, and he didn’t know if he could physically take that. He wasn’t sure where the point of unhealthy weight in someone’s stomach was, but he was sure he was close to reaching it. He’d never felt so full before, and he didn’t know if that was a bad thing or not. It’s didn’t hurt like he thought it would, and so much motion under his skin made a shiver run up his spine and melt his muscles in the best way possible. Of course, that could all change once a fourth person entered his stomach. He’d only ever eaten three at most, and at that point in time he was about 150-200 ft tall, so this get entirely different.

Phil proudly and snuggly pushed Wilbur towards Tommy, who readied himself as he picked up Wilbur and carefully placed him in his jaws. Tommy took slow, small swallows just in case any harsh or fast movements would give him a stomach ache. Phil seemed to notice his sons’s dilemma, though, and moved towards Tommy to rub his stomach, trying to push his occupants aside to make room for Wilbur, and making Tommy let out a sigh and start purring, to blissful to even feel embarrassed.

“Wil’s idea cause you a bellyache, mate?” Phil asked, continuing to rub Tommy’s gut as it swelled even more with Wilbur’s entry, giving another, louder low growl at the added weight. Tommy groaned slightly and nodded. Phil gave him a sympathetic smile and he placed his hands on the organ to rub it, and felt a second pair of hands rubbing from the inside. Tommy seemed to be on the verge if sleep, the over-stuffing making him drowsy.

“Does it hurt, Toms?” Tommy shook his head. “Then, do you mind if I go in?” Phil said as he laid a hand on Tommy’s gut. Tommy nodded as he picked Phil up, begrudgingly standing as best he could and moving to the living room where he could throw the couch cushions on the floor and make a makeshift bed, feeling the most likely equally drowsy people in his belly slide down the walls of the stomach as their surroundings shifted. Tommy soon felt them start to try and get into a comfortable position after having been moved, and out of curiosity looked down at his stomach. He was surprised to see that not only had Wilbur added probably another quarter inch to his distended gut, but he could make out their movements from inside him. To him, it only looked like his stomach had swollen about two inches bigger, but he could just barely make out when someone pushed at him or leaned their full body weight against his organ. It might have been somewhat disturbing to anyone other than Tommy, but at the moment, the young shifter was to entranced by the fact that now he could actually feel and see what was going on in his belly to care.

Once they reached the living room, Phil got gently popped into Tommy’s mouth as he began to take the couches apart before he was swallowed down, reaching the stomach within seconds, everyone else who had been eaten already fast alsesp. Phil chuckled as he felt his world shift as Tommy laid back down, rubbing what he assumed to be the front of the stomach.

“Hey, Toms?” “Yeah?” “How about next time, best two out of three?” Tommy only chuckled, poking where he felt Phil rubbing his stomach. “Oh, it’s so on.”