#it’s like leaving food out and then wondering why the raccoons are showing up

[canon-gabriel-quotes]

I was originally thinking about posting my Gabriel artwork and animations online but then I saw the type of anon asks you answer 😨

I think I’m gonna have to keep these gabes for myself. Unfortunately, I am weak to Gabriel simping which is weird because the venn diagram for Gabriel fans and horny people is a circle.

If you tell ppl to not make weird remarks in the caption they usually listen, on tumblr at least. Everywhere else, especially Reddit, you will get weird comments.

But I understand if you don’t want to share

[rockettheraccoonxreader]

Rocket raccoon x reader part 2

Warm

Hey guys I’m glad so many of you like it! I’ll continue to work hard for you all!

SPOILERS FOR GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY VOL.3

Trigger warning!

1. Drug withdrawals

2. Abuse

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The warm waters soaking your coat felt nice, you had never experienced this before so it took some teaching from mantis to get the hang of it but you quickly picked it up. Looking toward the soap that mantis lent you looked at all the bottles, ‘shampoo? What the hell is that?’ you opened the bottle with a confused face and poured at least half the bottle on your body.

The suds from the shampoo intrigued you, noticing how they turned slightly gray from all the dirt on you made you excited to see what you looked like without the dirt. Seeing all the other ‘perfect specimens’ with shiny and clean coats made you feel jealous. After rinsing off the soap and turning off the water you peaked out of the shower towards the door that Mantis was on the other side of.

Using the cloth she had left you you dried yourself off to the best of your ability, “okay Mantis I'm done.”

The door quickly swinging open she had a small pile of clothes in her hand, “okay so I have clothes for you but I don't know if you'll need help or not.”

“It's okay I got this” The tank top was a darker orange and the slightly baggy pants were black, with pockets littered all around them. You then stopped, shoes, you had never worn them. Grabbing them and peeking out the front door Mantis was gone. Panic flooded your body, then you locked eyes with rocket.

He was frozen again, looking you over he thought the clothes fit you very well his mind was torn from the thought when your voice sounded out, “Could you help me with them? I've never worn them before.”

“Oh. Uh yeah!” he waved towards you, “Follow me.” he showed you to the table and chairs pulling one out and helping you up in the chair he helped with your socks and then slid the shoes on. Watching him intently he then showed you how to tie the knot and then you followed his instructions with the other shoe.

“Thank you for showing me how rocket,” you looked him in the eyes for the first time and he was speechless. “Oh uh yeah it's no problem!” he fumbled internally screaming he slightly smiled at you.

“So would you like to change your name?” he looked at you quizzically, “I mean only if you want to!”

You thought about it for a second, “(y/n), I read it in a book at one point. I thought it was lovely.”

Rocket nodded “okay (y/n) it is then!”

Helping you out of the chair he had you follow him and took you to the kitchen, “are you hungry?” nodding you looked at all the characters walking by outside. Hearing voices coming from a nearby door you peeked your head out the door while Rocket dug through the fridge. At the table were the people that you met earlier, some yelling at each other and some just trying to have a peaceful moment.

Rocket made you a plate of some food and walked you over to the table. Sitting down the table quieted down, everyone looking you over. You fur still slightly wet but fairly dry your fur poofed out.

Drax belted out a laugh “I never thought we would meet a fluffier animal than this rabbit!” pointing over to rocket.

The table collectively sighed “Drax leave IPT-189 alone!” yelled Mantis.

“Their name is (y/n) now!” Rocket slammed his hands down. The table was quite once again, “I am Groot,” the tree spoke up looking towards you.

You looked to anyone else to see if they, “it's nice to meet you again Groot.”

Peter spoke up “he said he likes your new name.”

Looking at him then at Groot again, “Thank you, Groot.”

“I am Groot,” he nods.

Drax who was looking at you pretty much the whole time, “so why did the evolutionary keep you around? From files we stole the burned all of batch 89.”

Straightening your back and looking down at your plate you were quiet. “Drax! You can't just ask someone that!” Peter yelled.

“But we are all wondering,” drax exclaimed looking at Peter. The table then devolved into arguments and playfulness, everyone putting in their two cents. You watched in awe, when the table quieted down drax glanced at you. “So... Why did they keep you around?”

“Drax! What did we just argue about!?” Peter piped up again.

“When did we argue?”

“Just now!”

“I wasn't paying attention to what you were saying.” drax breaks eye contact from Peter.

“The high evolutionary was fond of the arts, I happened to be gifted in art when others were others were not,” you looked at your forearms.

The table was quiet when listening to you, you looked at all of them and felt your stomach churn. Hoping down from your chair, looking around grabbing a pencil and paper. Then hopping back up, drawing a quick sketch of the room, everyone at the table, and the half-empty pitcher of liquid.

The sketch was practically a picture of the room. “I happened to sketch the evolutionary when I was meeting with him at one point. That was the moment he knew what to do with me.”

You grimaced remembering the day that you had your surgery. The room was quiet again, rocket looked at you. Tears silently fell from your eyes, “I am Groot.”

Groot slowly hugged you, you didn't know what to do then slowly hugged back what you could. After some time the table went back to the usual loudness. When everyone was done eating you were shown around, the children that were also on the high evolutionarys ship running around and laughing.

You choose to stay with the guardians for a while as you got used to living a normal life, Nebula helped you with getting clothes from the tailor.

One night after the other you had withdraws, mantis helped with them at night but after two nights you didn't want to tire her out. After a few nights of being alone in the medical bay again you heard the door open. Your ears perked towards the doors again.

“How are you doing?” you looked towards Rocket who was standing at the door. Making his way towards you he sat at the edge of your bed. Your knees were pulled into your chest and your arms were wrapped around them. “I've definitely felt better before,” you whispered.

Nausea washed over you again, and you sat back in the bed. Rocket walked over to the bed and sat at the edge of it, “do you need some water?” he handed the cup that Nebula left earlier for you. You took it gently from him and sat up for a quick drink.

Once you were done he put the cup back down on the small table, and you laid back, resting your back on the wall.

“Hey rocket?”

“Yeah?”

“You can say no and I won't be bothered if you do, but would you sleep here tonight? I've been having this terrible nightmare.”

He looked at you, your ears were down and you were looking down not making eye contact, “Yeah, I don't mind.”

You smiled just a little bit, “Thank you,” touching your forearm where the fur met with metal. “He used to drug me with all sorts of things from any planet he could get his hands on,” your fingers followed the edge of the metal all the way around.

“I'm sorry (y/n),” feeling the survivor's guilt he carried creep back into his mind as he looked down at his hands. Then your hand slipped over his, “you know I'm so glad you got out of there Rocket, I'm so happy that you got to go outside and see the galaxy. I'm happy about it because then if you didn't who knows where I would be or where you would be.”

You squeezed his hand “I'm so glad, thank you for escaping all those years ago.”

Rocket looked at you with shock, “But I left you guys all behind.”

“But you came back for us,” you locked eyes with him. His eyes swelled with tears and started crying softly. Hugging you tightly you embraced him back, he soon let go and wiped his eyes.

After getting settled for the night, you both just shared the bed. Talking about things of all kinds of things, you asked many questions. Catching the camera in your eye again it caught his eye, “can I ask about the camera eye?”

You were surprised for a second but you looked at him, “It takes pictures for me when I needed to paint still life paintings. It was hard for me to remember what people and things looked like when I first started. He would get upset when something didn't look like reality.”

“How do you see what you need to paint?”

You laid back and then patted Rocket to lean back, looking towards the ceiling you blinked your eyes a few times. After a second or two, a projection came out of the same eye. It was a painting of a bridge with a stream running underneath it on a tablet, you could also see the blank canvas being placed next to you. Rocket was amazed with you and disgusted with the high evolutionary, you blinked and it was a different picture another animal from batch 89 was there. It was a strange-looking creature with pure white fur and on the larger side, “he said he was a polar bear.”

You blinked again, it was the painting from earlier, flames struck against the painting. You blinked a couple of times showing Rocket some of the new pictures you had taken. Some of Cosmo, some other animals, and people laughing and dancing. Once you got tired you turned off the projections, looking over to Rocket he looked tired as well.

He pulled you in close and you cuddled into his fur, he stiffened up a bit but then melted into the cuddles. Closing your eyes you peacefully drifted into sleep, Rocket watched your eyes slowly close and followed suit drifting to sleep fast.

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Part two Is done! You'll see part 3 out soon too! I hope you guys enjoyed it!

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[maguro13-2]

Demons Unleashed ~ Origins of the Ink Demon Gaiden Finale (5/10)

[Crisis City (Classic Ver.) - Tomoya Ohtani]

*IFRIT ROARING*

Eggman Nega : Yes, Ifrit! Yes! Once I have enough more chao to feed, I will have enough more time to get rid of that pesky Robotnik that is always getting in the way! Huh? Where did the chao, who freed them all!? This can't be happening!

(we then show Silver and Espio freeing the chao)

Silver : When it comes to monsters, Gods, and machines, this is what I do religion and no, summoning the Ifrit is a Dark Fantasy thing.

Espio : Quite be to be having this weird friendship, it's not a gay lord thing, it's a friends thing, although you acted like a jerk back in the year 06 in terms of being called a douche.

Silver : Yeah, you're right. I had no chills and I was being savage towards sonic since 06 was retconned, I apologized for that matter. So now that we're freeing all of the chao to get secured by custody, who's going to look after them? Maybe security knows about that.

Espio : Who knows? It's good that we have someplaces needed to be.

Eggman Nega : Who's down there!?

Silver : Yikes!

Espio : Damn we've been detected again! (talks into communicator) Hey, Vector. We finally managed to free all the Chao. Eggman Nega were using these lifeforms to lured to the Ifrit as food. It's no wonder that the villains of our world or universe had the nerves to be so-selfish and get away with everything that is homicide, genocide, or omnicide!

Silver : After 06 mysteries, I don't know how that's gonna work on us!

Vector : (via communicator) That's quite weird so why did a villain from another dimension wanted Eggman's world to be extinct in order to recreate Crisis City.

Espio : Because he's not from another dimension, he's from 200 years in the future of our world.

Vector : (via communicator) That explains how did Nega appeared during the Black Alien invasion since the Dreamcast Era ended over a year ago.

Silver : which is kind of messed up for a bunch of idiots who gave those Emeralds here in our world.

Espio : Don't mind that, stuff let's just get these Chao to safety and get the hell out of here. (tries to leave, but Metal Sonic 3.0 is in the way) Pardon me, sir. It seems that you are in the way.

Silver : Uhh, I think that's Metal Sonic 3.0.

Espio : [he and Silver Looks at each other] Uh-oh.

(Metal Sonic 3.0 chases the two while running around)

Silver & Espio : *SFX : Sonic EXE scream*

Eggman Nega : (chuckles) That'll keep them busy! Alright, on to summoning the Ifrit.

*FLAMES WHOOS+BOOM!*

Blaze : Eggman Nega! So this is what you're cooking! I should've known you were from 200 years in the future, am I not correct?

Eggman Nega : You pitfiful princess, I see that you dare stand in my way of getting what's rightfully mine.

Blaze : Oh no, you don't. Nobody's getting away with it, after our encountered since the Black Arms invasion, I despise of you making a mess between the two fights and then I had a fight over Sonic against you for stealing the Sol Emeralds. Two Eggmans, two worlds, one planet. I am desperate of saving my people from the clutches of you and 200 years in the future. I hope you are going down with the ship, Negative.

Eggman Nega : Oh, I wouldn't mind doing that. Whisker. Can you handle this one with a big knock out. This one has kept it's nine lives with.

Captain Whisker : Arrrgh! With pleasure, matey!

Blaze : Huh? Hey, what the-!? (Whiskers traps her in a sack as scene goes black)

*Waves crashing*

Blaze : (wakes up, groaning) Huh? Where the heck am I? What am I doing here? Hey, what is this place!?

Marine : Oi, Mate! You just made it!

Blaze : Huh? Marine!

"MARINE THE RACCOON : INHABITANT SOUTHERN ISLAND"

Blaze : Marine! What are you doing here!?

Marine : I was in bit of a pickle after Sonic and friends were fighting against fire demon, reminded of the one you sealed with another fire demon from the future.

Blaze : That was retconed a year ago. Sonic 06 has never been same since all evidence and events of the game's story were reset by him, thanks to the Princess of Soleanna! I never fought that would really choke my gizards after Eggman Nega was using that creature.

Marine : I'm afraid so. Guess it's your call to be the lucky one around here.

Captain Whisker : We don't take many visitors from those who has ever roamed the Seven seas! As collecting the Sol Emeralds of getting a 100% completion, I suggested that this will be your final "Walk the plan" and directly send you to Davey Jones with ye! And it makes me go Cattywampus on the poop deck!

Marine : Oi, when did he get into Pirate talk in this time of year. This isn't the 17th century, you know and it's not North Carolina. We're talking it to a major swell here, Mate.

Blaze : You're not having a Big Swelling fever I might ask you that.

Marine : What makes you say that, Mate?

Blaze : That's because we're on the Big Swell!

[Big Swell - Tomoya Ohtani]

Captain Whisker : Sorry for the intrusion, Princess! I'd be gladly ask if you tell me that we were going to retrieve the jeweled to Scepter to the two robotniks from two worlds.

Blaze : What!? So this was all of Eggman's scheme to take the Jewel Scepter that was inside the cave of Corals? That darn scientist, I knew he would come up with a plan on destroying planets. It's not like anyone can get away with attempted omnicide or anything.

Captain Whisker : Introducing the last of the greatest Ghost Machines that scorches ocean floors of your world, Princess!

(Ghost Titant eyes shine)

Captain Whisker : Call him Ghost Titan! A pinnacle of robot energy capable with built-in missiles from it's shoulder, a genuine robot of the greatest pirate army! The ultimate weapon of a pirate!

Blaze : Can't say no to that! Looks like you're gonna regret that on a evening like that every day! I won't let you do this to my world ever again!

Captain Whisker : Enough talk! Let's see if you can outsmart Ghost Titan that is the number one ghost titan of the century!

Blaze : I wouldn't think so. I bigger plans to make it out, you're just gonna cut some slack into it. You dig?

Captain Whisker : What!?

(Bob-Omb noises)

Captain Whisker : Argh! This is driving me nuts!

*DBZ/One Piece SFX : Loud Explosions*

Blaze : Come on, Marine! Let's get of this thing before it blows!

Marine : Right back at ya, mate! (the two runs off)

Blaze : Hang on!

Marine : This is going to get Messy...! JUUUUMP! (the two jumps off)

Blaze : Huaaaaaaaah!!!

*DBZ SFX : Grab*

Marine : Huh? What's going on? Did we dipped our selves into the water no?

Blaze : Whatever it is. Something's grabbing my hand.

Mizune : Hey, you need a lift? You could really use a hand here!

Blaze : Oh, lucky me! A witch.

Mizune : That's top hat Mizune for you. I'm a world-class treasure hunter. Them pirates had been scurvy for some jome kind of Jeweled scepter.

Blaze : I understand that would be the consequences. So how on earth did you manage to catch us quickly?

Mizune : Easy! I did it with the help of my mousey friends.

*DBZ SFX : Surprise*

Marine : Crikey! That's a lot of mices! Good thing that they become a great help!

Blaze : Don't get me crazy on this one, a treasure hunter a bunch of mice from Nintendo. Wait, their mouses big ears.

Mizune : Alright, everyone! Pull us up! Get those muscles working!

Blaze : Well, this considered to be a great help.

Marine : I wonder who should we meet.

(cuts to the three entering the room)

Mizune : Sorry it took so long, sir. I managed to bring the cat and the raccoon girl to get them inside the ship.

Daroach : Good work, Mizune. So you did find out who's been turning the tables wide open.

Mizune : Just a friendly reminder, that mad scientist from 200 years in Sonic's world was going to planet in Omnicide. I don't what the big fusses of what's going to happen for this planet.

Daroach : It's going to be a remarkable deduction on whether that mad man has been feeding off the lifeforms that were a part of the Chaos Heritage. But I felt that the man from 200 years will pay.

[Cutscene : Normal - Serirou Okamoto]

Marine : That's great to hear, mate. Blaze will become something even greater than being a princess. She will become the Princess that seeks just against the man who sabotages the planet for omnicide! No evildoers will make a smart move to destroy the world and that's why the princess is always on the horizon! Thank you! Thank you!

Mizune : Yeah...I reconsidered that to be my own princess of Justice. So much for not giving any instructions on whether you fight or crime or crime doesn't pay a price and I was that cool that it would be all a misunderstanding. So if I'm willing to think that we needed all something that could help the planet be protected and defended from the deadly forces that tried to bring galactic Conquest.

Marine : That's because no jerk would wanna do something bad, and I reconsider that obligated negotiations! So that's why we're saving this planet from evil deterioration, we shall never surrender!

Daroach : You got a point tho. And that's really surprisingly a fact about evil deterioration.

Blaze : We'll do, sir. We'll do. (in mind) Sheesh! When do I give extra credit for being the sole princess that goes solo on my sorry flaming tail. Too bad there's no way that we could pull this one off. [talks out normaly] *clears throat* Thanks for pulling us up, sir. I mean Madam. We somehow managed to get into your ship. So what brings us here?

Jet : What brings you here, (turns chair to reveal himself) is that you got a lot of guts meeting Sonic again. I heard that he collected one of the Eight Pure Hearts that connects to the Eight vessels, known as the Eight Pillars that were used as keys to unleash that "what-ya-gonna-call it" into the galaxy.

Blaze : It's Darkness, Jet of the Babylon Rogues. Of course Sonic was given a Green Pure Heart from the boy who created Soul World due to leading to the 1000 year annihilation in the Ohkuboverse. What did you brought something in your hand?

Jet : This? This one on my hand is the Ark of the Cosmos, we are not destined to meet a reunion by the year 2008, that's when this 14-year old meister chick is going to have her very own TV show, which will lead to her humiliation.

Blaze : Ark of the Cosmos, Maka, TV show? 2008. That's the year when Sonic and the others will face new dangers, but he will face the entire world of dangers before...he could even join Smash. That's his own prediction of Joining as Smash Bros.'s first third-party characters to join the fight. This could change everything since we participated in the Olympics. I will help him out, so that's why I decide that we will take down the evil forces that have been unleashing the demons into this world! So help me out with this one! It's time for me to gather the Sol Emeralds and become Burning Blaze once more!

~ Stage 34 : A Princess's Justice ~

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

Love in a Hopeless World

A/N: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I’m back with another fic for you! This was one of the options given to me.

Pairing: Chris Redfield x Male reader

Requested: @evansphnx12

Rating: Mature

Warnings: NSFW, smut, bottom male reader, sir kink, degradation, creampie, size kink, Choking kink, breeding kink, masturbation, and all characters are above the age of 18+

Word Count: 2355

Summary: Its turns out there weren't that many supplies in the old abandoned campus. So, you and Chris have to go deeper into the city to find more but during the little scavenge, Chris began to dirty thoughts...

I hope you enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And sorry for any errors that are found!

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Keys:

M/n: Male name.

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[2] YOU ARE HERE

DISCLAIMER!: I never played or watched any gameplay of the resident evil series. And this doesn’t follow any of the resident evil timelines, it’s on its own.

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MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’LL ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZE ANY OF MY STORIES

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Previously...

Then y'all had another round of hot steamy sex. And the others at the base had a hard time sleeping that night.

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Your eyes twitch at the unpleasant light hitting it directly. 'It's morning already?' you moved around only to feel wet sheets. 'What happened last night?'

Then you felt a body move and a muscular arm grab you, pulling you closer. You could feel the warmth, and muscular chest pushed against your back.

'Oh! That's right!' now you remembered why you were all sticky and sleeping against Chris. 'I had sex with my superior! But he felt the same.'

Then you felt Chris move around and waking up. "Hey, baby boy," Chris said with a raspy and deep voice. "Morning." you pressed your lips against his.

"If you continue, we may have to repeat what we did last night, baby," Chris growled as pulled back, gripping your waist. You smirked before getting up.

"Come one, we have to get ready. We have important business," you said. "Ugh, can't we just sleep in and have some... Fun?" Chris complained.

"I know you haven't had sex in 5 years but we need to go get those people. We'll have fun at the end of the day," you said stressing your muscles and popping your back.

The bed creaked meaning he finally got off his ass to get ready. "We need to go get those survivors. And scavenge for more supplies," you said putting your armor on and fixing it up.

After you both got your gear and weapons, you both walked into the main area with all the others.

Everybody looked at you both and immediately looked at way. There was awkwardness in the room. 'They must have heard me last night!' Hell! maybe the whole city heard it is quiet

"Uh,- sir... We have a situation." one of the soldiers said. "shot." Chris said. "Well... it turns out there weren't that many supplies found on the campus. We need more supplies if weren't gonna go get those survivors." the soldier said

You heard listening but your mind began to wonder. You still couldn't let go of the past, you remembered one of your siblings was accepted into MIT. This was 3 months after the Raccoon City Incident.

You would see on the news- Raccoon City survivors being discriminated against by the American people. "Hey, what do I keep saying?" Chris said next to you. His conversation was done.

"Stop thinking about the past, it's long gone," you replied, mimicking his voice. Chris laughed, "Okay, baby. But we need to go get those people."

You nodded but kind of chuckled at the fact that he didn't want to do anything today but now wants to do business.

"Come on, M/n! We have to get going. EVERYONE, protect the base at all cost." Chris commanded. "YES SIR!" they all said at the same time.

You, Chris, and a few others left the confines of the base. Even though it was morning, the sky still had a grey color to it. You open the door to the back seat and closed it.

"We should be there in 20 minutes or less." the driver said starting the engine up. "Alright, let's go." the armored car pulled out before driving down the messy road.

It wasn't long before you reached the waterfront. You could see the skyline perfectly, most buildings were on the verge of collapsing. Others were burnt to where the wall showed the skeleton.

Up ahead, you saw a bridge leading into Cambridge was destroyed. 'Longfellow Bridge.' You have been to Boston before and got to explore everything before the world went hell.

The ride continued for a while. There was nothing or anyone in sight. You could see the freeway ahead but like all other ways leading into Cambridge was destroyed.

"We're closing in on Bunker Hill. They said they are taking refuge by the monument." one of them said.

And wouldn't you know it? In the distance, you could see the tall granite obelisk peaking out. It kind of looked like the one down in D.C. but this one is still standing.

What you meant by "This one is still standing" is because the capital was hit by a nuclear warhead, along with other cities across the US.

The President and other government officials were evacuated and the countries important documents were evacuated as well. So, the legacy of the US would still live.

That means the President is still alive and is in some remote area devoid of zombie life.

"I see some people! They appear to be walking around." one of the soldiers said. And the people seem to notice us because they were waving at us.

"Stop the car," Chris said, the car stopped. He and others got out. Two of the survivors looked familiar? Like you have seen them before. They both were tall and had beards.

They walked up to y'all. "Please, are you here to rescue us?" one of them pleaded. "Yes, we're here to take you to our temporary base," Chris said.

They all smiled and some hugged each other. Chris ordered the soldiers to help some things and you approached the two survivors. "Why do you two look familiar?"

One of them laughed and smiled. "Well...- are you fan of Captain America and Thor?"

Your jaw dropped and your eyes widen. "No. Way. You're Chris Evans and Hemsworth!" you were lost at speech. "I thought y'all was dead! I- how-"

"Well, we survived! I'm not too sure about the others though..." Chris H said with that thick Australian accent. You both were just talking, unknown to Chris R was glaring holes into your head.

After y'all returned to MIT Dorms, you still talked with Chris E and H. You didn't even acknowledge Chris R's glares.

He was getting more and more jealous. 'I hate those two!' Chris yelled in his mind. They were taking your attention from him.

"We have to go M/n! We need to find supplies." Chris yelled at you. 'What's wrong with him?' you thought to yourself. "Bye guys!" You waved at the two Chris.

"He was fun to talk to." Chris H said and Chris E agreed.

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TIMESKIP (To Supermarket)

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You and Chris arrived at the market. There were some abandoned cars in the parking lot. "Come on." You both walked to the doors and opened them.

The place was absolutely trashed. Lights flickering, aisles tipped over, some cans on the floor - also money, which was useless-, and the roof caved in on the left side.

"Look for non-perishables. Canned food would be good and find any water- if there is any that is." you nodded your head before going down one of the aisles.

There were some canned foods but no water. The smell of a rotting corpse filled the air, you could hear flies buzzing. "Ugh." you covered your nose and looked at the rotting corpse. "Poor bastard..."

Meanwhile, Chris was looking for the same stuff, but he was still bitter about you talking to those guys. And completely ignoring him. He could already imagine your punishment.

He could imagine you begging for more, feeling the tightness of your ass wrapped around his cock. 'Shit.' Chris was getting hard. His cock was feeling restricted by the tight pants.

"Hurry up, M/n!" Chris yelled from the other side of the store. "Okay!" you finished gathering anything you could find. 'Why are we leaving early? We have few more places to loot/raid.'

You left the aisles and made your way to the front doors. "Come on, we have to go." you both we made went to the vehicle and drove back to base.

You had found some supplies. 15 canned foods, and some water as well. It wasn't much, but it's something.

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TIMESKIP (Arrival at the base.)

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You and Chris arrived at MIT. You were gonna go talk with Chris E and H, but Chris R wasn't having it.

"Hey-" Chris grabbed your hand and began to rush to the room. Everyone knew what was gonna happen. 'Ah, shit- there gonna go at it again.'

At the room, Chris pinned you against the wall and latched his lips onto yours. The kiss rough, his much larger body pushed against yours shows the difference in size.

His tongue pushed against your teeth telling you to open them. You slowly pushed your mouth, Chris immediately pushed his tongue and invaded your mouth.

"Mmm-" you moaned into the kiss as Chris began to grip your ass. "Up." He growled into your ear. You wrapped your legs around his waist and continued to make out.

He lifted you and carried you to the bed. He slammed you onto your back before pulling away and attacking your neck. "A-ah!" Chris found your sweet spot.

"You belong to me, M/n! I claimed you that night we had sex last night!" Chris growled. "Strip." he quickly removed his clothes, leaving him in his boxers.

You could see the outline thick meaty cock. "You got hard from just kissing me?" you laughed. "You don't talk me like that! You're the slut here." Chris growled as he gripped and slapped your thighs.

You whimpered under the touch. "Look at you, whimpering under me. And your pathetic cock got hard from me hitting you. But let's see what this ass has to say." Chris said as he put your legs on his shoulders

You then felt his thick slicked fingers at your entrance. One finger slips in, your muscles immediately clenched at the invader. "M-mm." you gripped the sheets as his finger pushed deeper.

Then a second finger went in. You clench even more as it did a scissor motion. "Aagh!" you felt his fingers touch the bundle of pleasure. "You're ready."

Chris pulled his fingers out to see your hole doing a grabbing motion. 'Fuck... that's hot.' Chris threw his head back while jerking his cock. "Can't wait to pound this slutty boipussy."

You felt his fat tip push past your tight ring. "Mmm... C-Chris!-"

Smack

"YOU DON'T CALL ME THAT! You didn't learn from last time? You. Call. Me. Sir. You got that?" Chris growled/yelled. "Y-yes, Sir... It's just that... You're so big..." You whimpered.

Then with one Thrust, Chris pushed his entire cock inside. "See? You're taking all 12 inches of me! Fuck, so tight..." Chris groaned. His cock was touching your prostate.

His thick meaty cock filled your insides perfectly. Like you were made for each other. "Y-you're... splitting m-me... in two!" you moaned as you felt it throb and twitch.

"P-please... fuck me... make me your slut." you begged. Chris smirked before snapping his hips.

He began pounding into you. His big cum-filled balls smacked against your ass as he thrusts harder. "S-sir! Y-you feel... s-so good!" You moaned as you threw your head back and gripped the sheets tighter.

"You think those guys can fuck you like I do?! Only I can give you this pleasure, only me!" Chris growled as he thrust harder, hitting your prostate repeatedly.

You used the last of your strength to get up and wrapped your arms around Chris's neck. You clawed his back as he thrust more, you were sure those were gonna leave marks.

"Maybe those guys can give me more pleasure," you smirked at your fake statement. You heard a deep growl as Chris dropped you on the bed and flipped you onto your stomach.

"You fucking slut! Only I can give you this much pleasure! Those guys don't deserve you. Bet their cocks aren't as big as mines." Chris growled as he gripped your hips.

Sounds of skin-slapping and balls slapping against your ass filled the room and the others in the building had to hear it. The walls weren't soundproof.

Your cock was twitching, ready to release a load. "You're about to cum without me touching you! Well, I'm -FUCK- about to cum too." Chris groaned as you tighten around him.

"P-please... give me... y-your load!" You moaned as you arched your back to give Chris more access. "Want me to fill this slutty ass with my cum? Gonna... cum... soon!"

After 5 more thrusts, Chris reached his breaking point, and so did you.

"FUCK! I'M CUMMING! CUM WITH ME!" Chris groaned, he wrapped his hand around cock stroking it before you released it all over his hand. That was enough for him.

"FUCK!" you felt his cock twitch before pumping his hot load inside, filling you up to the brim.

*Breathing intensifies*

Chris collapses onto the bed right next to you with his cock still inside. You felt him pull out with his cum leaking out. "I'll never leave you for those two. My heart only beats for you," you said sincerely turning over to face him.

"I'll never leave you too. We'll be together until our time runs out." Chris said pulling you into a kiss filled with passion and love.

'There is still Love in a Hopeless World.'

THE END.

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A/N: Finally this is done! I hoped you enjoy this, by 🍓Little Strawberries🍓!

[lonely-lost-soul]

Under the Floorboards

(Technoblade x Reader) link to Pt. II :)

Picking up a bundle of wood you let out a soft breath, you watched as it escaped out your lips in front of you in a small cloud. Trudging through the snow you made your way back to your house, well it wasn’t really your house. A few months ago you ran into Technoblade while he was searching for a new home far away from this place called L’manburg; he told you he was in retirement and was surprised to find another person all the way out here. As a wandering adventurer, you eventually won him over with your charm, wit, and humor.

That was a joke of course.

You both started a mutual trade agreement, on your way back from the adventures you’d always take a pit stop at his place so he could see if you had anything worth trading. It started slow, he realized you would come back very late at night, and very weary. He offered you to stay the night once, then once turned into twice and before you knew it you began to stay at his place after every late-night adventure. As you spent more time together he helped you become a better fighter, and farmer and you helped him learn social skills and how to cook food that wasn’t steak.

He never told you about his time in the country of L’manburg or why he was in retirement in the first place but you didn’t mind. Everyone has their secrets and even if both of you were considered friends at this point you never pried. Not even when you’d catch him mumbling to himself about chat, or the bloodthirsty look in his eyes after he killed an animal. You kept your mouth shut out of respect, you could tell he appreciated the gesture.

You earned yourself a friendship emerald after he introduced you to his oldest friend Philza, the man treated you like you were his family. It made you feel wanted and welcome, Techno had a little smile on his face the entire interaction as the both of you bonded. In his mind he was ecstatic his two favorite people were getting along. Techno walked Philza out of the house and returned holding an emerald out to you, you knew how valuable these emerald were to him. You were in such shock and awe you almost started crying which caused him to panic.

“I’ll treasure it with my life.” You told him kissing said emerald gently, blush spread across his pale face to his pointed ears.

“I’m glad.” He rubbed the back of his neck, “Chat- chat stop I’m not simp.” You heard him whisper hiss softly but you ignored it, choosing to smile at him instead. He noticed and his blush only deepened. You took his hand, it was so small intertwined in his own, and squeezed it softly.

Eventually, the both of you grew closer than just friends which understandably scared the half pigman to death. You caught him mumbling to himself more frequently, especially when you both were out fighting monsters and gaining experience.

Things like: “I’m not a simp” and “Calm down I’m gonna protect her” as well as “I can’t just say that!” Were very frequent mumblings of his, your brow furrowed and after fighting a baby zombie you turned towards him,

“Hey Technoblade you doing okay?”

“Yes!” He sputtered out reassuring you that he was just fine by saving you from a Skeleton.

You two watched the sunset that same day from on top of a snowy mountain and he confessed to you. The confession was a bit rough around the edges but then again so was he, so to you, it was perfect. You took his hands to get him to stop rambling and kissed his knuckles. He made an embarrassed sound and looked away from you, you cooed teasingly at him and accepted. From then on you both were attached at the hip, well as attached as he’d let you be there was still that level of awkwardness that came with any new relationships but it was wonderful. You’d both spent hours by the fireside as he read to you, you’d help him care for Carl and get enchanted books all the while you were in awe of this magnificent and mysterious man before you.

Shaking your head smiling to yourself you trudged back to his house, the emerald around your neck bounced in tandem with your steps. Technoblade never liked leaving you alone, you reminded him constantly that you had a life before he was in it but he still seemed to be on edge. You figured it had something to do with his past so you did your best to reassure him that you’d be safe when he was away; Techo seemed to appreciate your efforts at least. Whenever he got back from what you assumed was visiting Phil (after all, Carl was gone), you were going to run him a bath and braid his hair the way he liked. Maybe you’d make him a nice dinner then you’d both fall asleep together while reading. It’d earn you some soft kisses and snuggles later, you giggled to yourself as you put away the wood. If you told anyone else this giant of a man, who you’ve seen wipe out hordes of monsters like it was nothing, loves to be cuddled at night they’d call you insane.

You wandered down into the basement to feed his cow but the sound of a blocks-breaking startled you out of your daydream. You whipped around pulling out your sword in the way Technoblade showed you and came face to face with a blonde child peeking out from the floorboards.

“What the FUCK?!” You both shrieked at one another, he moved to try and scramble back down the hole. You followed him down his ladder, you weren’t going to let this child get away with living under your boyfriends’ house so easily. You backed him into a corner and took note of his beat-up appearance and his attempts to look brave as he held up his hands. Sweat gathered on his brow but you didn’t let your guard down, before you could open your mouth to question him he began to talk so fast and loud you could barely keep up.

“OI, OI, OI, OI! LADY, LADY, LADY, CALM DOWNNNN CALM DOWN! SEE, SEE WE’RE BOTH IN TROUBLE CAUSE WE’RE BOTH STEALING- BORROWING FROM THE BLADE! THE BLADE KNOWS ME! I AM HIS LITTLE BROTHER, TOMMY, I AM SURE YOU’VE HEARD OF ME! THEREFOR I’M NOT DOING ANYTHING WRONG. YOU-YOU, ON THE OTHER HAND, ARE A STRANGER! YOU KNOW HE’S A BLOOD GOD RIGHT? HE’LL ABSOLUTELY KILL YOU, BUT BUT! IF WE KEEP THIS BETWEEN US I WON’T HAVE TO TELL HIM ANYTHING AT ALL FAIR? SEEMS FAIR TO ME-”

You reached your hand out to cover his mouth, your eyes narrowed into slits, “Start again. Softer and slower. Techno never told me he had a brother.” You watched the eyes of the blonde widen in surprise, assumingly at the notion that you already knew Technoblade. Slowly you removed your hand from his mouth but didn’t lower your guard. He cleared his throat, swallowing tentatively.

“I’m Tommy. We’re not related by blood- who ARE you?” he pressed still completely baffled at the appearance of a GIRL who knew Technoblade. Before you could even respond to him he let out another baffled cry. “DOES HE SIMP FOR YOU!?” He shrieked pointing at you as he waved his finger around. “THERE’S NO WAY- HE DOES HOLY SHIT!” Tommy laughed as you blinked rapidly, how was he able to read all that without you even saying anything? You were trying to process who this kid was while also being stuck on the blood god thing. You felt Tommy’s arm around your shoulders suddenly as he pulled you close. “Well, Miss Blade now that we know who you are maybe we can strike a deal-“

“Absolutely Not.”

“HEY! Come on now.” Tommy whined loudly, “I need your help here! Look I’m sure you know why he’s in hiding and all...and well...I might’ve pissed the same people off and-”

“Actually no. I didn’t know that…” You spoke softly deflating a little, “He’s in hiding? From who exactly.”

A look of shock came across Tommy’s face, “You mean...you don’t know? Like about L’manburg and his betrayal.”

“Does it sound like I know? Look Tommy you seem like a nice kid really, but you need to leave-”

“Nonononnonononono. Look it’s fine, I’ve been living here for weeks now-”

“WEEKS?” You snarled a pink flush coming to your cheeks, you grabbed the boy’s arm and began to drag him up the ladders in Techno’s house. Hee was going to kill you like actually this time. You were about to throw open the door but it swung open in front of you. Techno was standing there completely bruised and bloody and you immediately dropped Tommy in favor of him.

“Oh my god Techno what happened?” You breathed out a worried breath he was about to respond before he noticed Tommy. He grabbed you by the arm and pushed you behind him guarding you with his body.

“Tommy.” He snarled as the boy once again shrieked and booked it back down the ladder Techno turned towards you, “Stay here.” Technoblade commanded you softly the look in his eyes could only be described as desperate. “Don’t leave. Please.”

“I won’t…” You murmured watching him disappear after the British boy, you hoped he was going to explain everything to you after he dealt with the raccoon. You could hear them shouting from down below you, you couldn’t push it off any longer you needed to get answers from him.

~~~~~~

Part II maybe? Lmk if there’s an interest! Cause I love this man with my whole heart! Thanks so much for reading 🥺✨ link to Pt. II :)

[fireflykaizoku]

Hellooo!!

I read all your soulmate AUs and they are SO well writen! I was wondering if I could request the same soulmate body swap AU with zoro instead?

Absolutely love your writing and thanks in advance😚😚

Hello! i'm sorry i took so long! but here it is and thank you so so much! ❤

That night, the Strawhats were at a bar celebrating Zoro’s 23th birthday. Sanji didn’t want to make cake for him, but Nami asked him very nicely. Brook and Franky sang him songs, and Usopp made him a present. The young man was having fun, surrounded by the people he loved, and even the cook wasn’t being annoying. He was feeling thankful.

— Maybe you’re going to meet your soulmate this year. — Robin smiled.

— Soulmate? — the green haired man raised an eyebrow, not knowing what she was talking about. He was very dense about things like that. — What do you mean?

— When the youngest soulmate turns 23, they switch bodies. And the only way to fix it and switch back is kissing. Not simply kissing, but kissing after falling in love. — she giggled. — Isn’t it fun?

— No! I would hate to be in someone else’s body for who knows how long. And if I don’t fall in love, I’ll never go back to my body.

— Well, mosshead, I don’t think you falling in love would be the problem. — Sanji interrupted the chat. — But someone falling in love with you is impossible.

Even though it was Zoro’s birthday, the two of them couldn’t stay without fighting for 24 hours anyway. Meanwhile, you were having a sleepover at your house with a couple of your best friends. You were drinking some wine, talking about your love life, and hearing your friend’s story about when she met her soulmate. The story about when they met, when they kissed and switched back. It sounded so magical, you couldn’t wait to meet yours.

The next morning, you woke up and stretched before opening your eyes. The house was noisy, more than the usual, and the place smelled so good, like someone was making food. Which was weird since your friends never really made breakfast after a sleepover.

Opening your eyes, you looked around and noticed this wasn’t your room, and the people sleeping there definitely weren’t your friends. For some reason, you felt like you couldn’t see well. Also, the chest with scars and the calloused hands weren’t yours. The portholes made you realize it was a ship. Looking at the people sleeping, they didn’t look like marines, nor had any uniforms in sight. So your soulmate was a pirate! Which was very exciting.

All you could feel was genuine happiness when you realized it your soulmate! You finally switched bodies with him. After years imagining how it’d be and how they looked like, it finally happened.

You got up trying not to wake the others, and went to try to find a mirror as soon as possible, wanting to see every detail of this man. You already knew he had strong arms and a toned chest, but you wanted to see his face.

While heading to the bathroom, you saw a blonde man. Since he was apparently a crewmate, you smiled and greeted him.

— Good morning. — you said, walking trying to find a bathroom before the cook could even answer. Sanji was speechless by Zoro being suddenly polite and waking up earlier than everyone else, that he didn’t even have an answer on the tip of his tongue like he usually does.

You finally found a mirror in the large bathroom. The place was beautiful, not the way you expected a pirate ship to look like.

The reflection showed a green haired man, tanned skin, wearing three earrings on his left ear, the man also had a scar over his left eye, which was closed. He looked intimidating in a good way, if that makes any sense. Damn, that man was good looking.

You traced the scars on his chest slowly, wondering how he got it. You only imagined the stories he could tell you after switching back.

— Marimo, are you going to be there forever? — a knock on the door made you jump. — This bathroom isn’t only yours.

You opened the door and saw the same man from earlier. Giving him an apologetic smile, you made your way out of the room.

— I’m so sorry, I was already leaving.

A few minutes later, everyone started to wake up. During breakfast, you tried to keep as quiet as possible, sweating whenever the cook stared at you as if something suspicious was going on. Should you tell him about what was happening?

— Hey, Zoro, why aren’t you drinking your sake yet? — a boy with a long nose asked you, tilting his head to the side.

— Isn’t it too early to drink that? — you raised an eyebrow. Did your soulmate really drink that early in the morning?

When you asked that, everyone went silent, except the boy with the strawhat, who kept eating everything from his plate and from other plates too. Their eyes were wide, and mouth hanged open.

— Zoro, are you feeling sick? — a cute raccoon asked you. When you saw him talking for the first time, your heart stopped, but everyone on this ship acted as if it was natural. — You usually don’t refuse to drink.

— I’m okay, but thank you. — you smiled, patting the animal’s head.

While finishing your meal, you heard the crew whispering talking to each other while staring at you. It felt awkward, but you tried to act as normal as possible.

— I didn’t think Zoro would find his soulmate so soon. — Robin said. — That was fast. What’s your name? — she asked, looking at you.

— I’m… (Y/N). I’m from a small island, hopefully not far from here. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything… — you bit your lip. — I was afraid of how people would reacted when I told them the truth, so I tried to act… As if I was him, but I have no idea of how he acts.

— You refused beer and were polite with Sanji. You started wrong. — the orange haired girl giggled. — Don’t worry, let’s find your island.

When you told him about where you lived, you realized it’d take around two days to arrive. It was frustrating, but you spent a lifetime waiting, two days are nothing compared to that. You took this time to get to know the crew better, while everyone kept telling you stories about Zoro.

He was a strong swordsman, who always got lost and liked to drink sake. He took many naps and spent the rest of the time practicing. Everyone said nice things about the man, except Sanji. Apparently they fought a lot.

And then the day was finally there, and you could see your town from far. The crew decided to go with you trying to find Zoro, since he probably went out and got lost. You gave a few descriptions about your appearance so they’d know who they’d be looking for.

Walking in front of a forest, you spotted your figure walking. It was your soulmate, who was lost. He was cussing and walking in circles.

— Hey! — you said, smiling and waving, getting his attention. — Found you!

— Ah, I guess you’re my soulmate. — he walked towards you. — I was taking a walk but… This forest wasn’t here before, I don’t know what happened.

You couldn’t help laughing, he wasn’t joking though. He really believed the trees popped out of nowhere like magic, and that’s why he couldn’t find his way back. The two of you went silent, a comfortable silent, just looking at each other.

— My friend explained about soulmates and all… So we can… Try to switch back now, if you want. — he looked away, trying to hide the fact he was extremely flustered.

— Yes, we can. — you bit your lip, cheeks feeling warmer. — I guess we’re alone here, so it’s a good time now.

You closed your eyes and waited for him to make a move. Zoro didn’t have much experience with this, but he wanted to impress you anyway. So his hands gently held your face, while he pulled you into a kiss. A gentle peck that became a little sloppy kiss, you tried to make him follow your movements. He took the hint and finally it felt like your lips were perfectly for each other.

Opening your eyes, you saw your soulmate. His half lidded eyes, and a slight smile on his lips. He looked so good, and cute at the same time. Without any warning, you claimed his lips one more time. The man was caught off guard.

While walking around trying to find the others, you two started to actually talk to know each other.

— Hey, Zoro... — you said, getting his attention. — When did you fall for me?

— Well, I'm not the best with this kind of stuff, but when I saw the swords in your room, I knew the universe brought me the right soulmate.

[hellcaster901]

Drunk Call

Pedro Pascal x female!reader

Summary:  Y/N and Pedro have been friends ever since they met through mutual friends, but with such a large age gap between the two, Y/N didn’t think anything would change, but sometimes things work out differently than she would expected.

Word Count: 5,208

Warning(s): SMUT! Age gap, creampie. (Be safe, life is not a fanfiction!) FLUFF

A/N: I hope you guys love this as much as I loved writing it! And a huge thank you to my best friend @13dead-ends​ for getting me through some major writing’s block! Go check her page out for some AMAZING Henry Cavill writing!

Masterlist

“Pedro,” You giggled into the phone, staring at your own reflection in the mirror. You looked like a mess, hair in a bun on the top of your head, the makeup you were wearing for the girls night out was now smudged around your eyes, looking like a disheveled raccoon. “Pedro,” You repeated, watching the way your lips moved when you said his name. “I’m… I had so much fun tonight.” you started, thinking back to the many shots you had throughout the night, the drunken laughter that you shared between your friends. You could still hear them laughing about something through the thin bathroom door. You glanced down at your feet, the tight clothes you wore thrown around and you were wearing shorts and a t-shirt, but even after all this fun you had with your friends, and how this was a memory you were going to look back on for so long, all you could think about was Pedro. 

One of the main reasons you were on the phone right now, leaving him a voicemail. 

“I wish you were out here with us.” You went on, really noticing how slurred your words were, “I know you would’ve had so much fun. I know I would’ve had so much fun with you.” You giggled. “I always have so much with you. You’re someone who always puts a smile on my face, always makes me blush, always makes me feel… good about myself.” You were going completely off topic, blabbering. “I don’t think you realize how much I value our friendship.” This is it. “But I gotta say it… I mean, I don’t have to.” 

You giggled at yourself, not really sure what you were giggling at. “I love you Pedro.” You mumbled, staring down at your toes, watching as you wiggle them. “God, I really do, and I don’t even care about the age gap or any of the fans who might say horrible things or anything.” You smiled to yourself, finally being able to let that out. “I’ve held onto that for years, and god it feels amazing to finally say it.” You pushed back some hair, trying to steady yourself against the sink. “Don’t even get me started on your looks.” You groaned, shaking your head. “You’re so handsome, and I can’t stand it.” You giggled, everything you’ve ever wanted to say to him, as coming out at this moment. “And that nose.” You groaned again, shaking your head, “I love your nose.” You smiled to yourself, remembering seeing him within shows and always love the way his nose looked, the bump, everything about it. “I know you probably have some negative things to say about it but I love it. I think it absolutely fits your handsome face.” 

“Y/N, what the hell are you doing?” Came one of your friends, banging on the bathroom door. “I need to pee!” She whined.

“Calm down.” You called back, opening the door with the phone still in my hand. “I’m leaving.” You mumbled, watching her waddle in. 

“What? Making little love calls to your boyfriend?” You groaned, pointing at her with the phone, noticing the call ended. 

“Shut up.” You huffed.

***

You waved at Megan as she dropped you off at your house, giving a lazy thumbs up as you unlocked your door, instantly flopping down onto the couch. You needed a shower, bad, and you needed food, bad. 

The ringer from your phone made you jump, reaching into your back pocket and answering it blindly. “Hello?” You mumbled, face squished into the couch cushion.

“Y/N?” You perked up when you heard Pedro’s voice. 

“Hey.” You mumbled, twisting and turning on the couch as you got into a sitting position. “What’s going on?” You smiled.

“Uh…” He started. You could hear there was something he wanted to say, he always had that tone in his voice when there was something on his mind. Whether it was for a certain role and he was frustrated, or it was just frustration from the days that merged together. “Are you home?”

“I am.” You paused, waiting for him to say something. “What’s going on?” You asked, hearing him sigh.

“Do you want breakfast?” He asked, you could hear the small smile in his voice. “I’ll pick some up and get to your place?” You could hear the smile in his voice.

“Okay.” You nodded, hearing him give you a quick bye and the phone hung up. The second you heard the phone click, you booked it off the couch, running to your bathroom for a quick shower.

You scrubbed away the sweat and ‘sins’ from last night, trying to remember what really went down. You went to the bars, bar hopping with the girls, taking shot after shot, did some dancing, did some grinding on random guys… what else? You went back to Megan’s house with everyone, changed your clothes, called Pedro-

“FUCK!” You yelled.

Oh no

Oh no

You stood there, the water spraying down your back as you tried to remember what you said in that call. It couldn't have been anything crazy, considering he’s coming over with breakfast. Honestly, it could’ve just been talking nonsense on the voicemail, and he didn’t think twice about it. He didn’t sound upset, that was a good sign.

You dried off quickly, your thoughts going a mile a minute as you tried not to freak out, tried not to overthink the reason why he was coming over. You tried everything in your power to try to remember what you said, if you said anything that made him uncomfortable. Should you act like you don’t remember? Act like everything is fine? “Fuck me.” You mumbled, hearing the doorbell ring. You tugged some clothes on, racing down the steps. 

As you got to the door you took a deep breath, trying to calm down, and act completely normal. 

You swung the door open, revealing Pedro as he stood there with a bag from your favorite restaurant. You smiled, looking up at him. He smiled back at me, but you could tell there was something that he wanted to say.

“Hey.” You smiled, opening the door a bit wider for him to walk through. He made himself at home instantly, making his way to the living room and setting the bag down on the coffee table. You followed, smiling at him as he set your food to the side for you. He gave you a tense smile, not saying a word. You took a deep breath, crossing your feet under you as you grabbed your food. “Is… everything okay?” You mumbled, taking a bite out of the breakfast burrito. He nodded, taking a bite out of his own, settling himself on the couch.

You knew something was wrong, and you knew it was something from last night, something you said. 

It was a tense silence, the two of you eating. You were panicking in your mind, trying to think of everything that happened, trying to think of what you could’ve possibly said to him in the voicemail that’s making him act this way. Obviously, it wasn’t anything too bad, because you were sure if it was he wouldn’t even be here. 

Pedro on the other hand, wasn’t sure what to do. After waking up and seeing that voicemail, he was shocked to hear your drunken slurring declaring your love for him. He was shocked hearing it, but hearing it only confirmed the way he felt about you. He was ready to call you right that second, declare his love for you as well, telling you he didn’t care about any of the obstacles either, and that he wanted to be with you.

But you were drunk in that voicemail. He wasn’t sure if you were even going to remember it the next morning, and he didn’t want to risk it if it was just some drunken talk. But he needed to know. But when he saw you, opening that door and that gorgeous smile that he loved to see, he knew that you didn’t remember anything of what you said last night. 

“What’s going on?” You huffed, setting down your half eaten burrito on the table, turning to face him. He shook his head, “No, don’t give me that.” You smiled, trying to lighten the mood a bit, and so far, you could tell it was working at the small smile he cracked at you. “Seriously Pedro, what’s going on?” You shoved at his arm. He set his burrito down on the table too, turning to look at you.

“Do you remember anything about last night?” He asked. The one thing you loved about Pedro, was his eye contact, the way he always kept it and the way he always looked like he was trying to get to the root of your problems. 

“I do.” You nodded, trying to play it as cool as you can. You knew what this was about. 

“Do you remember the call? The voicemail you left me.” There it was. You took a deep breath looking at him, seeing something in his eyes that you couldn’t explain.

“I remember calling you, but I don’t remember what I said.” You spoke honestly. You really didn’t. “Did I make a fool of myself?” You asked, shaking your head. He gave you a sad look, before shaking his head. He didn’t say anything as he grabbed his food, standing up and heading to the kitchen.

“Pedro!” You called after him, following him into the tiny kitchen, he stood there, leaning against the small island, both hands against the cold marble. “What did I say? I really don’t remember what I said last night.” You were growing panicky, wondering if what you said was something horrible after all. “Pedro.” you whispered, walking around the island to be near him. “Please tell me-” 

“You told me you love me.” He spoke, looking at you. 

You felt your whole body heat up. The kind of heat that covers the body when caught in a lie, that’s what you felt. It was as if your heart stopped at that very moment, hearing what you said to him last night. 

“You told me that you didn’t care about the age difference,” He stated, turning his body towards you. You stood there, like a deer in headlights as he spoke. “Told me how you’ve felt this way for years.” You were speechless, watching the way Pedro looked down at you. His eyes were searching your face, trying to find anything you were wanting to say. “Is that true or were you just that drunk last night?” 

You wanted to speak, but the way your throat was closing up made you think you weren’t sure if you really could talk. 

“Tell me that it was just drunk thoughts, and we’ll act like it never happened.” Pedro strained. He wanted you to tell him it was all lies and drunken thoughts, but as of now, you knew with him confronting you like this, you had to tell him.

“It’s true.” You whispered, feeling the tears swell up. This was either going to end with you crying in your bathroom listening to some sad ass music, or you were going to end up in Pedro’s arms. You were preparing for the worse.

You could tell on Pedro’s face he wasn’t expecting that answer, wasn’t expecting you to own up to it.

“What?” He whispered.

“I love you Pedro.” You smiled, your fingers messing with the hem of your shirt. You were nervous, waiting for an answer from him, anything. But there was nothing, only a blank stare on his face. “And I completely-”

He reached for you, cupping your face with both his hands, and kissing you with such a passion you were sure your knees were going to give out on you. 

He felt it, the way your body sagged against his chest, his arms coming down to wrap around your waist, keeping you to him as he kissed you. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him even closer as you gave yourself to him. 

You squirmed against him, giggling as his facial hair was tickling your face. He smiled against your lips, purposely rubbing his face against yours, making you giggle even more in his grasp. “Pedro.” You squealed, he grabbed your hips, lifting you up onto the counter, the cold marble making you jump as it came into contact with your thighs. He instantly settled himself between your thighs, his hands coming back to your face, brushing back some of your wet hair that fell. He stared at you, a loving smile on his face as he took you in, almost like he was looking at you in a whole different way.

“I love you, Y/N.” He whispered to you, like he was only wanting you to hear it. You smiled, feeling an overwhelming sense of happiness wash over you, your heart close to bursting in your chest with how happy you felt. “God, it feels great to finally say that.” The smile he had brightened his whole face, he looked like the happiest man on earth. 

“What else did I say on that voicemail?” You winced, thinking of all the embarrassing things drunk you could’ve said. He chuckled seeing that face. He leaned forward, placing a kiss on your cheek.

“Well,” He started, placing another kiss on the same spot. “You said how handsome I was,” You blushed, feeling him smile against your skin as he kissed your chin. “How I make you feel good about yourself.” You were sure you were red as a tomato, your whole face heating up as he went on. “How you don’t care about age.” He kissed your other cheek, pulling a bit away, eyes making contact. 

“I don’t.” You whispered to him, reaching up and cupping his face. He smiled softly at you, leaning into your hand. “I never did.” You took a deep breath, smiling at him. “But if that’s an issue with you, then-”

You soon realized that Pedro had a habit of cutting you off with a kiss, not wanting to hear you ‘doubting’ anything he felt. And you didn’t care to hear yourself talk about it either. He held you tight, not wanting you to slip through his fingers before he even had a chance to be with you. And you were the same, arms wrapped around his shoulders, hands clutching onto his shirt, not wanting to be a second away from him.

Time stopped when his lips were against yours, your heart pounding within your chest. You could focus on how soft his lips were, and the way he was invading all of your senses. He was all you think, smell, taste, hear, feel, he was everywhere, and you weren’t complaining. 

You kept your eyes half opened, sneaking glances at Pedro he pulled away for small gasps of air, making sure this was really happening, that this man right in front of you, was between your legs and kissing you until you were sure you were going to die. Every breath you took you smelt him. He smelled like his after shave, a mixture of a woodsy smell and a hint of rosewood. You could simply live off that smell for the rest of your life.

Your whole body tingled as his hands roamed your back, his fingers digging into your skin softly, hiking up your shirt slowly. He claimed your mouth, hungry and intense until it felt like your heart stopped.  You barely realized that your hands were moving on their own, reaching down to the hem of his shirt, slipping beneath the flimsy fabric, and touching his smooth skin. He moaned softly into your mouth, your hands moving their way up his stomach, to his chest. You smirked against his lips as you gently clawed down his chest, another moan leaving his lips. You wanted more, and you knew with the way his heart picked up under your hand, he wanted more too.

“Take it off.” You mumbled against his lips, weakly tugging at his shirt. He wasted no time as he pulled away, tugging the fabric over his head and grabbing you again. The way he tasted silenced all your thoughts, all you wanted was to feel him, show him your love, show him that you wanted him. 

“I want you, Y/N.” You moaned at the words he mumbled against your lips, chills running down your back as he grabbed you. “Can I have you?” You melted at his words, your thighs clenching around his hips, and he noticed, a hand going down and grabbing onto the exposed skin. 

“Always, Pedro.” You whispered.

He wasted no time as he lifted you up, your legs wrapping around his waist as he carried you, a hand cradling the back of your head, and his other holding your thigh. What felt like seconds you were already being tossed on the bed, a giggle leaving your lips as you bounced on the mattress, Pedro smiling down at you. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you like this.” He smirked, looking over you. You blushed, resting on your elbows, knees together as you stared at him, his own eyes looking over you, almost like you were a piece of art. You shook your head at him, biting down on your bottom lip. “What?” He smiled, kneeling down on the edge of the bed, the bed dipping slightly. 

“Nothing.” You giggled, watching as he brought up his other knee, staring at you with so much love and adoration.

“What is it, baby?” He whispered, starting to crawl towards you. You nervously giggled, watching as he lifted a hand, spreading your legs. You were nervous, the pet name, seeing him crawling towards you and spreading your legs made you nervous and excited. “Tell me.” He mumbled, leaning down and kissing your knee. 

“I can’t believe this is happening.” you breathlessly said, watching as he smiled, planting kisses along the inside of your thigh. He switched to your other thigh, kissing a little higher, smiling when he heard your soft moans. 

“I could listen to you moan like that all day.” He groaned, winking up at you. You were burning up, a blush rising on your chest and face. He loved it, seeing how his words made you react. 

“Pedro.” You whined, your whole body was just nerves, everything he was doing making you react to the slightest touch. Your body was so sensitive to him. 

“The way you say my name.” He groaned, a hand trailing up your leg, squeezing at your thigh. You moaned, your legs spreading a bit wider on their own account, wanting more of whatever Pedro was willing to give you. You were wrapped around his finger, and you didn’t mind at all.

“Please Pedro.”  You sighed, weaving a hand through his hair, scratching at his scalp. He moaned against your thigh, pulling away from you, grabbing your wrist and placing a soft kiss against the back of your hand. 

“You’re gorgeous.” He smiled, rubbing his hands on your thighs, moving them to your hips, bunching up the shorts you wore, exposing more skin to his eyes. “Absolutely beautiful.” The compliments made your heart race, you were sure you were going to have a heart attack at that very moment. 

You placed your hands over his, guiding them up your stomach, the shirt being pushed up. He watched, not even blinking, not wanting to miss anything that you were showing him. “You can take it off.” You whispered, stopping your hands at your ribs, giving him a teasing smile. He pulled his hands from yours, grabbing at the shirt, and lifting it. You laughed as he hurriedly pulled it over your head, tossing it over his shoulder. He laughed with you,  staring down at you. 

It felt like forever as he stared at you, his eyes looking over every inch. You started to grow self conscious, wondering if this is the time he’ll turn you away. With those thoughts running through your mind you began pulling your arms up, trying to cover yourself. “Stop.” He mumbled, grabbing your wrists, pulling them away. “Don’t.” He whispered, your chest risen as he stared at you, a warming smile on his face. “You’re gorgeous, never think otherwise.”

“I love you.” You whispered.

He was flushed against you, lips kissing along your collarbones and chest, making their way down to your breasts “I love you too” he mumbled. You sighed as he sucked a small hickie on your left boob, your hands finding their way into his hair once again. He groaned against your boob, your hands messing with his hair. He pulled his lips off of your skin with a small ‘pop’, a large purple hickie already forming. The small branding he left on you made you clench your thighs, wetness pooling in your panties at the fact that this man left his mark on you, and from the look of pure lust on his face, he liked it too. 

“You’re horrible.” You chuckled, seeing that smile spread on his face. 

“You love it.” He growled back. He was on you in a second, lips moving together, both of you wanting to feel one another. “Can I?” He whispered, his fingers going to your shorts, fingers already hooked onto the waistband. You nodded, letting out a loud squeal as he tugged them down. He kneeled, clumsily pulling the shorts. You moved your legs, trying to help out as you slipped your legs from the fabric, now completely bare for him. 

“Take them off.” You pointed, tugging on his jeans. He had that teasing smile, opening his mouth to say something sarcastic at your request, but he stumbled over his words as you spread your legs for him, revealing your soaked pussy for him. You bit your bottom lip, watching the way he stared at you, licking his lips. You’ve never had anyone look at you like that, much less the man you gave your heart to. “Take them off.” You repeated, using your foot to poke at his thigh. That nudged him from the trance he was in, his hands speedily working at his belt and jeans. 

He shuffled off the bed, tugging his pants down, his cock bobbing slightly at his movements. Your eyes went wide. You’d be lying if you said you haven’t imagined what he looked like before, but what you were seeing crushed all those images. He was thick and long, the tip already red, his cock throbbing as he wrapped a hand around it, giving himself a few pumps. He saw your face, smiling at your wide eyes, crawling back onto the bed with a proud smirk.

He kissed you softly, grabbing your thigh, lifting it around his waist. His touch was slowly and passionate, his kiss was showing you how much love he had for you, everything was… perfect. 

“I don’t have a condom.” He mumbled, reaching in between the two of you. He looked down, watching as he wrapped his hand around his cock, dragging the tip through your soaked lips. You gasped softly, Pedro moaning as he felt how wet you were, his head tapping against your clit, your body jerking slightly at the small touches. 

“It’s fine.” You whispered, cupping his face, making him look at you. His lust blown eyes met yours, softening as he saw you. “I just want you.” You whispered, gently caressing his face. He smiled, nodding. 

He rubbed against you a few more times, gathering your juices and coating his cock before lining up to your entrance. You kissed his cheek, making your way down his face and to his neck, peppering kisses as he slowly pushed inside. You gasped as he stretched you open, the slight pain, your thighs already shaking as he pushed in. You held your breath, fingers digging into his shoulders.

“Jesus.” he grunted. It felt like an eternity as he thrusted into you, but finally his hips met your thighs, his cock fully seated within you. You let out a shaky breath, feeling completely stretched to the max. “You’re so tight.” he groaned, hips bucking slightly as you clenched around him, the small thrust already sending your body into a wave of pleasure. “Stop that.” He chuckled, dropping his head to your shoulder. “You keep doing that, and I’m not going to last.” 

“I’m sorry.” You whispered, caressing his back. He stayed there, wanting you to adjust to him, and you were more than prepared to let him rock your world. “You just feel so good.” You whispered into his ear, placing a soft kiss to his ear lobe. He groaned, those words sending straight to his cock, twitching within you.

You’ve imagined this multiple times, what sex would feel like with Pedro, how’d he feel, and this was more than what you’ve imagined. You were filled to the brim with him,  hot and thick within you, twitching at every clench or movement that you did. “You feel amazing.” You whispered, clenching around him again

“I’ve always wanted this.” Pedro mumbled against your shoulder, placing soft kisses to your skin. Goosebumps rose, scattering along your arms, “To feel you.” He mumbled, moving his hips. He pulled out slowly, your toes curling as you gasped, his cock dragging against your walls. “To make you feel…” He stopped, the tip barely in you, before he thrusted back in, a small ‘ah’ leaving your mouth, “good.” He spoke, groaning at the tight fit.

“Jesus, Pedro.” you whined, wrapping both legs around his waist, crying out as he thrusted into you, hitting a bit deeper this time.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He grunted, his hand grabbing your hip, a bruising grip as he thrusted into you. 

The sound of your wetness, skin slapping against skin and your cries filled the air. His cock sending waves and waves of pleasure through your body. You cupped his face, turning your head and lazily colliding with his lips, pleasure filling both of your bodies. Your tongues slid against one another, drinking every ounce of each other, moaning at how each other's bodies felt with one another.

“You feel so good wrapped around me, baby.” he moaned, giving you a particularly hard thrust. You gasped against his lips, your walls contracting around him, mouth running dry with pleasure. 

“Again.” You begged, wanting to feel that roughness again. Pedro pulled back, slowing his thrusts down, arching an eyebrow at you. You smirked up at him, kissing his lips softly. “Harder.” You whispered, earning yourself a low growl from him. And he delivered. He held himself up, thrusting into you harder than before, the tip of his cock brushing against your g-spot each and every time. “Oh my god.” You cried, feeling that familiar feeling of your release washing over you, your lower stomach tightening and your walls fluttering around his cock.

The bed groaned with each thrust he gave you, rocking and hitting the wall. “Jesus, Pedro.” You gasped, letting out whimper/giggle, hearing the bed cry beneath you. He let out a breathless chuckle, dropping his head and kissing you. 

“Don’t act like you don’t like it.” He smirked, giving you a hard thrust. You didn’t even have time to answer as you became a puddle under him. Your body was boneless as he fucked you, both of you moaning and gasping at the intense pleasure.

“Pedro.” You choked out, eyes rolling as that intense wave ran through your body, white-hot pleasure shooting up your spine, “I’m gonna cum.” You cried, legs tightening around his hips.

“Fuck.” He grunted, feeling you tightening around him, gushing around his cock as you came. You jerked under him, fingers digging into his shoulder, hiding your head into his shoulder, biting down where his neck met his shoulder, crying out as you came around him. “Jesus, Y/N.” He moaned, feeling you clench around him, his hips faltering as your orgasm triggered his own.

“Cum in me.” You whispered into his ear, locking your legs around his waist. He groaned your name, a few more snaps of his hips and he was putty in your hand. He stilled above you, feeling his cock pulse within you, thick ropes of his cum filling you up. You moaned at the feeling, moving your hips against him, milking him of his cum as he caught his breath, falling against you as he emptied himself within you. 

You huffed softly as he put his weight on you, but you weren’t complaining, loving the feeling of him on top of you and in you. The two of you stayed like that, within each other's arms, letting what just happened settle. 

You slowly pulled your legs off from him, whining at the soreness that was already settling in your thighs. Pedro groaned, lifting himself up, looking down at you with tired, but loving eyes.

“What?” You mumbled, suddenly feeling sleepy as well. He smiled above you, kissing your forehead. You gasped as he slowly pulled out of you, both of you moaning softly. You blushed, feeling his and your cum leak from you slowly, coating your swollen lips. 

“Hold on.” He mumbled, pushing himself off the bed. You laid there, legs and arms like noodles as he walked to the bathroom, glancing back at you with a wink as he cleaned himself up. He came back with a warm towel, winking at you as he kneeled between you, cleaning up the mess the two of you made. You moaned happily as the warm towel soothed your sore core, Pedro placed soft kisses against your thigh as he finished up, tossing the towel on our pile of clothes. “I’ll get that later.” He mumbled, rolling onto his side next to you. You didn’t care about the towel as you rolled over.

Pedro pulled you close, sore legs moving to lay on top of him, resting your chin on your hand, feeling his beating heart slow down. You stared up at him as his eyes drooped, his eyes looking back down at you. “What?” He whispered, his hand coming up and tracing small shapes on your back. You shook your head, looking over his features, eyes going to his nose. You felt a strong urge to trace over it, and this was the time to do it. You reached up, a shaking finger tracing down his nose. He smiled, chuckling softly.

“What?” You giggled with him, watching that smile spread. “What are you laughing about?” 

“You mentioned that you really liked my nose in that call.” Your face heated up again, eyes rolling. 

“Oh my god.” You groaned, pulling your hand away and covering your face in his chest. “Stop talking about the call.” You mumbled against his chest. He laughed whole heartily, kissing the top of your head.

“Never.” He mumbled, pulling you tighter. “Hey.” He spoke softly. You looked up at him, still covering your face. “I love you, Y/N.” You didn’t think you could ever get used to hearing that from him.

“I love you too, Pedro.” You whispered.

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ruined parties // older brother draco (implied fred weasley)

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a/n: i didn't know how to label this without it looking like an incest fic and I just want everyone to know it is most definitely not an incest fic and I don't know how to make it look better why is this my life

i just saw this in my inbox unreasonably late and I loved it sm so I wrote this little overprotective big brother draco fic :) I wanted to thank @gaycatlord-stuff for the message and the meme because I loved it sm and it rly got the juices in my sahara desert brain flowing.

summary: Draco is a relentlessly overprotective brother who ruins all romantic opportunities for you.

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Sometimes, you wondered how different your life would be as a muggle. You wondered if your wealthy parents would have shoved you off to a nanny rather than house-elves; if you would have gone to a muggle boarding school and studied classic literature for an actual class and not just for fun, which Draco loved to remind you was one of the weirder things about you; if you would have learned to do laundry and wash the dishes and comb your hair without the brush levitating with a flick of your wand.

You wondered, most of all, how Draco would manage to beat up all the boys who showed interest in you as you grew up.

Draco went through his phases of the ways in which he would 'protect' you. He had really enjoyed the bat-bogey hex for a while in your first year. In second year and most of third year, he went with the safe option of the jelly-legs jinx. By fourth year he had matured to more advanced methods of transfiguration. He had managed to turn Michael Corner into a raccoon for at least a whole day when Michael had offered to carry your bag for you in the hall.

Fifth year was bad. He had been taken in by Snape, who offered him a number of tips and tricks in the world of dark magic. You insisted Draco didn't need dark magic, and he insisted that you mind your own business.

Draco was irritable and nearly unbearable by sixth year. He hovered over you like a vulture, sending glares to anyone who even looked at you. Your friends started calling him Bloody Mary because he was always haunting over your shoulder. You knew it was because your parents were putting a lot of pressure on him and his crush on Harry Potter was becoming inhumanely large, but still. It was annoying.

It was even more annoying when Draco seemed to have met a suitable match in Fred Weasley.

You had a bit of a liking for muggle things. The school year was your only chance to inhabit this hobby, with your father removing all your muggle posters from your room the second you left for the train. You took Muggle Studies and begged Dumbledore not to tell your parents. You had mostly muggle-born or half-blood friends, which you also told your parents nothing about. Draco found this all the more reason to 'protect' you.

"You ought to dye your hair," you gritted out, sulking over your breakfast and resisting the urge to kick Draco's shin under the table.

Draco didn't respond, shoveling beans into his mouth with an unamused look.

"Seriously," you continued. "Your hair doesn't match your energy. Black would be very striking. You and your boyfriend would be matching."

Draco kicked your shin under the table, making you regret not taking your chance earlier. Harry was a sore spot for Draco, but Draco had just done a wandless spell on Ernest Macmillan before he could ask you to Hogsmeade, and he deserved it.

"What are you reading?" He grunted, offering an unspoken truce he knew you would take.

You shielded the cover, "Killing your brother 101. Enlightening."

"How far into it are you?"

"Almost done. I'd prepare yourself if I were you."

Draco hummed, unfazed by your murderous threats.

"You finish the notes for Charms?" you shut your book, stealing a piece of cantaloupe from Draco's plate.

"Yes," Draco looked at you eating the stolen fruit unapprovingly, pulling some sort of older brother superiority with just one look at you. Infuriating.

"What's the time?" You abandoned the Charms notes, no longer willing to admit you didn't do them.

"Just past 7," Draco pushed his plate away from him, standing and straightening his tie.

"See you at dinner," you began putting your things away and Draco mumbled a goodbye, setting off for his own classes. You were just shoveling the last of the beans he left on his plate into your mouth when a foreign group of bodies were across from you in your peripheral.

You lifted your head, hunched over the beans and still chewing, to see Fred, George, and Lee.

You squinted, chewing slowly and leaning back as to avoid any sort of tripwire for a prank.

"Malfoy," Fred said pleasantly, which was not how people usually said your last name.

"Big brother leave you by your lonesome?" Lee added, also not taking the cruel tone most would when talking about your brother.

This was odd.

"What do you want?" you swallowed your food, eyeing them suspiciously.

"I thought she was meant to be the better of them," George stage-whispered to Lee.

"We are here to formally invite you to a party we are hosting," Fred continued, unperturbed.

Lee and George watched you, waiting for your reaction.

"Alright," you agreed and stood, joining your friends in the hall to walk to class.

"That was easier than I expected," Lee said cheerfully, visibly relieved now that he was not in your presence.

"I told you," Fred puffed his chest out confidently and place his hands on the table as he stood, "Without Draco around, she's perfect."

-

The party was in full swing and Draco was drunk. With one guess, you would have to assume it had something to do with the way Harry kept offering to top off his glass, his hand hovering on the small of Draco's back as they talked into each other's ears.

Drunk Draco was a luxury you were not often afforded. Drunk Draco meant living a life of your own, doing things without his watchful eye.

So you also got drunk. Your friends used the term 'waisted' the next morning, but we will say 'drunk' for maturity purposes. And drunk you got!

Fred was always suspiciously close to you, and suspiciously nice once you thought harder on it. You tried not to leave any drink unguarded while he hovered and stayed with friends as often as possible.

You eventually found yourself on a large leather couch in the center of the room. Ron was next to you, stoned out of his mind, and digging around in the pocket of his flannel for more rolling papers. On the other side of you, Luna's head rolled around her neck, falling onto your shoulder and the couch and finally landing on Ginny's lap when she passed out. You watched Ginny stroke her hair, occasionally tracing a line down her nose. Sighing, you accepted the blunt when Ron finally passed it your way.

You were passing it back, sufficiently stoned out of your gourd, when it was plucked from your hands. You thought you had dropped it, jolting back and looking around frantically until you saw those awful, bony, white fingers dangling the now soggy blunt in front of your face.

"C'mon!" Ron groaned, face twisting through the stages of grief as he saw his ruined creation.

"Pot?" Draco said as if he were 40 and with a mortgage.

"Pot," you replied as if you were 17 and at a party.

One of you had an accurate hold on reality. The other held a soggy blunt.

Ron took the soggy blunt and attempted to salvage it, sinking down to his knees to work on the coffee table in front of you. Draco took his seat and set his drink on the table to his side. He didn't drink from it, presumably because of a blunt that had been swimming in it for a moment.

"I thought you were with Harry," you said slowly, torn between wanting to hurt Draco if something had gone badly with Harry and actually wanting to know why he wasn't still with him.

"Yeah, he went up to bed," Draco answered, not sounding pitiful and mournful like he had a habit of sounding after interacting with Harry.

"He didn't take you with him?" you slurred, leaning into Draco's strong and seemingly sober shoulder.

"Shut up," he chuckled, wrapping an arm around your side and hauling you off the couch. You reached into his pocket, finding some loose bills you knew would be there, and slipped them to Ron as compensation before you left.

You felt accomplished, drunk and high, leaving a party after a fun time. It was also a highlight to have given Ron Weasley Draco's drug money.

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As per usual, you didn't have a date for Hogsmeade. Your friends were all in Madam Puddifoot's with their dates, gazing over the table at each other like lovesick puppies. Draco currently had you in a headlock while he rubbed his knuckles into the top of your head.

You shoved your heal into his foot, making him release you.

You both returned to your drinks with slightly labored breaths and scowls.

Draco was upset because Harry wasn't at Hogsmeade and you were upset because you were in Hogsmeade with Draco. You would have fallen at his knees and begged him to release you from the chains of this sibling dynamic if he weren't the one buying lunch today.

You ate, still scowling, and walked around scowling, and returned to Hogwarts scowling. You hugged each other, scowling, before bed and went to your respective dorms.

-

It was hot and there was no wind. Really, absolutely no wind. The water on the black lake was eerily reflective and the trees were unmoving.

You were walking with some friends, charmed fans moving around you as they blew cold air in your faces. You were returning from Hogsmeade with ice cream, very happy from the outing without Draco.

Regretfully, Draco did not seem to be as happy.

Stepping into the courtyard, you felt a drop of your ice cream land on your hand, sticky and cold and messy, and at the same time, you saw Draco hurl himself at Fred Weasley.

Fred sprawled across the courtyard, landing on some poorly transfigured pillows that you guessed were the product of George's wandless magic. His head was cushioned from what would have been a nasty hit on the stone. He squirmed under Draco, long arms and legs flailing against the steady weight Draco was putting on him.

You watched Lee and George leaning against a wall, presumably letting Fred fight this battle on his own.

You decided to do something similar.

You watched as Fred wrangled himself free, both boys tripping over the pillows until George vanished them. In the free space, they circled each other with their hands raised. It was funny to see two pure-blood wizards fighting so viciously without a hint of magic.

Draco took a step forward with his left foot, tricking Fred out to lunge at him from the right. He had Fred's leg and then Fred was on the ground again, grunting in pain. Draco flipped him and pinned him, knee resting on Fred's back and hands holding his arms together. Deciding Draco had enough fun, you walked over.

"Fight Club?" you offered, quirking an eyebrow.

"Did you go to Hogsmeade?" Draco ignored you, panting slightly. Up close you saw he had a nasty bruise on his cheekbone and some blood coming from his nose. Fred must have gotten a few hits in.

"Yeah," you licked your ice cream, "bloody scorching out."

"Hm," Draco hummed, adjusting his grip on Fred's arm and causing Fred to yelp in pain.

"How are you?" you asked politely.

"Alright. You?"

"Alright."

Draco nodded.

"So, what's this about?"

"He said he was going to prank you," Draco said, shrugging and adjusting Fred's arm again on purpose.

You gasped in faux shock, crouching down to look at Fred.

"A prank?" you asked him, smirking.

"No!" Fred yelped when he tried to move his arms.

You looked to Draco, whose eyebrows were furrowed. "I heard you! You said you were going to take her out!"

"Draco."

"Draco!" Fred yelped, finally getting his arms loose and crawling from underneath Draco's grasp.

"Oh my fucking god."

"Merlin," Fred mumbled, looking at your face and then Draco's guilty expression.

"Oh," Draco said simply, head tilting as he added up the moment's events in his head.

"Oh my fucking god," you repeated.

Draco got his feet under him.

"Oh my fucking god!" you hurled your ice cream cone at his back, hitting him hard as he ran. You chased him, narrowly avoiding the trail of melted strawberry ice cream he was leaving through the halls.

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First Name Basis

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou X Y/N

Summary: After becoming friends w/ benefits with Y/N, Bakugou finds himself thinking about her more and more. The problem is they agreed that they couldn’t catch feelings for one another. If Y/N finds out, he’s totally screwed.

Word Count: 2.8k

Rated M for Mature; intended for 18+ audiences.

Part One

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Maybe the first sign was that he found himself infuriated when you called him Bakugou.

It felt.. impersonal, as though the two of you didn’t have some kind of sexual favor arrangement. As though you hadn’t touched every inch of one another behind closed doors. Like you weren’t spending hours of alone time with each other for the past few weeks. “Bakugou, do you have a pencil I could borrow?” You were whispering in a nearly silent classroom as everyone worked on an essay for finals, but he winced as though you had caught him off guard by screaming at him. At first, he wasn’t going to say anything. One of his spare pencils already extended out to your grabbing hand. His brow furrowed with a small pout etched into his frown, and his thoughts made his grip on the pencil linger. With a small tug, you noticed the seeming reluctance he had to give you his pencil. “I’ll give it back to you after class. Rela-” “Call me Katsuki.” He cut you off, finally retracting his hand after his statement. For a moment you’re too surprised to continue your classwork, the request coming out of the blue. You weren’t sure how to respond so you just nodded. For the rest of the class, you struggled to finish your essay, wondering if you should’ve responded properly or not. By the time lunch came around, you had concluded that even if you wanted to, you were too choked up with surprise to call him Katsuki at that moment. Plus, you hadn’t called him by his first name before. In fact, you were pretty sure the only time you heard anyone call him by his first name was in the first year of UA when Aizawa bothered with attendance, and the few times you saw his mom with him in public. A few other classmates had nicknames for him, but none ever used his first name. And as far as you knew, he hadn’t requested for them to.                                                           - - - - -

You sat down at lunch, a few hours after Bakugou’s sudden request, waiting for the rest of the squad to join you. Unsurprisingly, he was sitting next to you moments later, just like he was every lunch, with a bento box that was definitely packed by his mom. You could tell because of the notes she left. ‘Don’t be a brat!’ was written today on a sticky note that rested on top of his food. A small heart was drawn in the corner, causing your lips to curl with a smile. “Aww, Katsuki, your mom’s always so sweet!” You meant it. The fact that she always took the time to write out a special note for his lunch showed how much love she had for her only child. It made you a little jealous, with the lunch you had prepared on your own last night in front of you. Although, it wasn’t your parents fault when they had such busy work schedules. A scowl paints itself on his lips, even though Bakugou felt like smiling and laughing with a small spark of joy. 

“Shut up!” He yelled curtly. While he was embarrassed at the fact that his old hag had managed to slip another note into his bento, it was hard to focus on that when there was a more important fact that happened. You actually said his name. His first name.

His heart felt like exploding and he couldn’t thank Kaminari enough for coming to sit at the table to distract you after you giggled at his small outburst. It would probably be unfavorable for you to notice the effect you had on him. After all, he knew the rules of your arrangement. He couldn’t fall in love with you and you couldn’t fall in love with him. Otherwise, the late night stress relief sessions would come to an end. And you’d probably never talk to him again. That’s what scared him more than anything. Nothing was worth giving up the precious time he got to spend with you. Bakugou covers his mouth with his palm and leans his elbow on the table, inwardly cringing at his own thoughts. God, what was wrong with him? This shit was beyond sappy and he didn’t do sappy. At least that was what he believed at first. So he chose to attempt ignoring the extremely distracting thoughts he had about his feelings for the moment. And it kinda worked…

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For a while, he was able to push aside his personal feelings as he found himself focusing on integrating into the world of being a pro hero. Luckily, Fat Gum kept him busy with missions he could do solo. Occasionally, he worked with Kirishima since they had what Fat Gum called “Unattested Camaraderie”, meaning they had more trust in each other than any duo he’d seen; And that status of friendship with Bakugou and Kirishima wasn’t going to change any time soon. 

Since you and him left UA, you didn’t see each other as often. After about two months of only getting to see you once a week, Bakugou was uneasy. Perhaps a tad bit on edge. Somehow, you had managed to creep back into his mind, and no matter what he tried, it was impossible not to miss you.

A harsh sigh escapes him as he settles into the break room on the sixth floor of Fat Gum’s Agency. “Whoa Bakubro, you okay?” Kirishima, who was across the room getting himself water, looked at his friend with a deep concern. Even though over the years he had definitely mellowed out a bit, Bakugou was always such a ball of energy, explosive or otherwise; so seeing him look so exhausted was unusual for Kiri. He almost looked defeated, with the way his shoulders slouched and how his hands held his head over his lap. Bakugou doesn’t even glance his way. “ ‘M fine, Kiri.” He waves his right hand dismissively. “Just tired.” He seems to punctuate his sentence by laying back on the couch, eyes closed with supposed drowsiness. Kirishima gives him a skeptical look, but seems to take his word for it. “Alright.” The redhead takes a deep drink of water from a paper cup. “Well, if you’re up to it later tonight, Kaminari invited everyone to go to this new club downtown. It should be fun.” He can see the protest bubbling in Bakugou’s chest before he adds, “Y/N is gonna be there.” From his seat on the couch, Bakugou opens his eyes to glare blunt red daggers in Kirishima’s direction. He can see the sly look his friend gives him, and sighs again, combing calloused fingers through his spiky hair, which has become tangled and dirty from a long day of hero work. “Fine.” The blonde speaks through gritted teeth. Curse Kiri and his damn stalking. Why did he always have to be so involved in Bakugou’s personal life? Of course, Kiri wasn’t intentionally stalking. You just get to know people and their private lives a lot better when you’re roommates with them. “Be ready by 6:30. Kaminari said to be there at 7.” “I’ll be ready whenever I damn feel like being ready, Shitty Hair.” Bakugou grumbled before getting up to finally leave the agency for the day.

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Bakugou was ready to leave at 6:00 and anxiously tapped his foot until a neon sign reading ‘Boulevard 3’ hung just above Kirishima’s crimson sports car. In which case, he was forced to stop tapping his foot as he got out of the vehicle and entered the club. Unsurprisingly, he and his redheaded friend were let in immediately by the bouncer; past bunches of people who were packed in a line that would probably never make it inside. That was just one of the perks of being a pro hero. As Bakugou walks in, he can see the many other pros and sidekicks who have been let in for opening night. 

The music thumped in a way that made him feel like a second heartbeat, and the air was already humid from fog machines placed below the DJs platform. Rather than joining in with the sultrous dancing, Bakugou found his way to the bar.

He thought it would be much easier to spot you from here. 

And he was right.

There you were, on the edge of the dance floor. A skin tight black dress clinging to your curves perfectly as you danced.

Bakugou had no idea how long he was watching you for, but he couldn’t help it. You looked so carefree and happy. Like someone who had nothing to worry about except how much fun you had with your friends. 

At first, you danced with Mina. Spinning and waltzing around as silent giggles spilled from your mouth. The longer the night went on, the more people seemed to join you on the dance floor. And eventually you found yourself between Mina Ashido and Denki Kaminari, a sheen of sweat layering your body as everyone swayed to the music. 

Your hands gently held Mina’s hips, and every once in a while you would lean to put your lips to her pink neck as you told her something; and she would laugh in response, pressing against you as the music pumped through her veins. Behind you, Denki grinded against the plush feeling of your ass as his hands wandered to whatever places of your body he could touch. You didn’t mind, given the setting, plus the fact that you knew him well enough to know he would back off if you wanted him to. 

But in the moment, you were enjoying how it felt to dance between two of your friends. You were thriving off of it because the music made you feel electric and alive. 

And Bakugou hated it. 

He hated watching you dance with Dunce Face and Raccoon Eyes. He hated the way Kaminari’s hands groped so greedily at your body as he shamelessly ground himself against you. He hated how closely you were bringing Mina to you. And most of all, he hated the fact that he wasn’t dancing with you. 

In a jealous flash, Bakugou finds himself pulling you by the wrist out of the club and into a much more private alleyway.

You look at him with anger in a way he had never seen you before. 

“What the hell! What’s wrong with you?!” You yell at him and he almost flinches at your words. “You can’t just pull me away to fuck when I’m having fun with friends!”

Bakugou looks at the ground, contemplating why he had done that without a plan and, meaning to apologize, he responds, “Just friends, huh?” His normally loud voice comes out in a mumble. “Dunce Face seemed to have a little more than ‘just friends’ on his mind.”

For a moment, you feel like slapping him. 

“Are you kidding me?” You settle for just glaring at him as you wait for an actual explanation. After a few seconds, your expression softens. Why does he look so.. Sad?

“... I’m sorry.” The apology coming from his mouth makes your jaw drop.

“Wh-”

“I was jealous.” Bakugou finally looks up at you to see that your fury has been replaced with confusion. “Don’t fucking make me repeat that. You heard me, alright?” His red eyes find their way back to the ground again.

God, he messed up. He messed up bad. 

But at this point if he didn’t confess, he was gonna explode.

“I think..” He pauses and winces before saying what he had to. “I think I’m in love with you, Y/N.” He expects you to punch him and tell him ‘it’s over’, that you would never speak to him again. Instead, you stand and stare at him, an unreadable expression on your face. So he continues, ready to outline the terms of your agreement for himself. 

“I know, I know. That means what we’ve had is over.. My dumbass went and fell in-”

You cut him off by standing in front of him, your eyes on his as you utter the words, “Kiss me, Katsuki.”

It takes a second for his brain to recircuit and process your words. Before you know it, his lips are on yours, fervently kissing you with a passion you haven’t felt from him. It makes you melt into his hands as they guide themselves around your hips and waist to push you against a concrete wall. 

His knee finds its way in between your legs so that his well muscled thigh can rub against you.

He pulls away from your lips and kisses roughly along your jawline, nibbling gently until he gets to that one sweet spot on your neck that makes you moan so angelically for him.

“Mm, Katsuki..” You moan his name breathlessly as he abuses your neck with his teeth, leaving marks that would no doubt take days to disappear. You can’t help but grind against his thigh for relief that your core so desperately needs. 

Your moans echo softly off the walls of the alleyway the two of you occupy, but neither of you could care less about the setting.

Not when all either of you wants is the carnal desire coming from the other. 

One of your hands snakes down to rub Bakugou’s caged erection, eliciting a sinful groan from his lips. “Fuck-” Breathing heavily against you, his shuddering breaths cause goosebumps to crawl across your skin. 

Your fingers rush to undo his pants so that your hand can reach more efficiently into his boxers. 

As your bare hand touches his cock, he bucks his leg against you, giving delicious pressure to your clit and making you pause to enjoy the feeling. 

“I need you, Y/N.” He punctuates his sentence with a soft kiss to the junction between your neck and collarbone. Agreeing with him, you nod, unbuttoning his dress shirt faster than you ever thought you could, just so you can touch his skin. 

He slips your panties to your feet, letting one of your feet slip out before hoisting you up against the wall. 

Your dress rides up as you wrap your legs around his waist, settling your dripping pussy against the head of his cock with a small whimper. 

Wasting no time, Bakugou bucks into you, stretching you in that glorious way he always does. Except it feels much better to feel his cock without a condom smoothing the surface. You cry out, grasping his bare shoulders tightly as he finds a relentless pace for you. 

You moan his name, pulling him into a kiss while you’re sent into blissful pleasure. 

“I love you-.. too- Katsuki.” 

The confession makes his cock throb, the warm walls of your pussy enveloping him in a way that makes him curse. “Shit- I’m gonna cum.”

You nod the best you can, whimpering a small, “Me too.”

“Cum with me, baby.” He prompts, and moments later your walls flutter around him tightly while you moan in ecstacy. 

“Fuck!” 

Bakugou grunts, his cock twitching in your warm hole. You can feel a hot liquid fill you in spurts and can’t help the small whine of pleasure that leaves you as his cum covers your sensitive walls. 

Both of you still pant heavily when Bakugou places you on your shaky legs. He slips himself back into his pants and you just get done with adjusting your own clothing when you hear a loud “OH!”

Turning to the end of the alleyway with surprise, both you and Bakugou redden when you see Kirishima standing at the end. His sharp-toothed grin gives away that he knew exactly what had just gone down. You flatten your hair abashedly as Bakugou berates his roommate. 

“Oi! What the fuck, Shitty Hair!” 

He stomps to the redhead angrily, probably intending to push him back into the club, when Kirishima reaches into his pocket to grab something. 

Before Bakugou can reach him, he throws car keys at him. 

“Take my car, Bakubro. I’ll catch a ride home from Mina or something.” Bakugou grabs the keys, which fell unceremoniously to the floor, and when he looks up, Kirishima is already gone. 

“Damn Shitty Hair..” He grumbles as he walks to you, although he seems to fall back into a favorable mood with you closer to him. “Let’s get you home.”

You smile, unconsciously gnawing your bottom lip, which was already swollen from Bakugou’s own teeth. “I could always spend the night at your place..” Nonchalantly, you readjust the collar of his shirt before buttoning the bottom of it. 

Your eyes meet his and you lean in as he smiles in an uncharacteristically soft way. 

“It wouldn’t be bizarre for a girlfriend to spend the night with her boyfriend now would it?” For a moment, Bakugou just appreciates the fact that you called yourself his girlfriend. Then he appreciated the way you look after you’d been fucked. 

The way your cheeks flushed. The way the hickeys on your neck started to become purple. The swollen look of your lips after kissing so intensely.

But most of all, he appreciated the way your eyes seemed to light up when you looked at him now. It was strange that he never noticed before. 

“No. No, it wouldn’t be.” He answered before giving you a gentle kiss.

[moonbeambucky]

Hey Neighbor (Part 22)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader, Peter Quill x Reader Word Count: 3377 Warnings: fluff, angst

Summary: You had a plan and then life came along with one of its own. With your future almost derailed you worked hard to get yourself back on track and finally everything seemed to be going right… that is, until your new neighbor moved in.

A/N: I’m not going to lie, you’re going to be mad for a while. Feedback is always appreciated!

HEY NEIGHBOR PART 21 | HEY NEIGHBOR MASTERLIST

If you told yourself that after what happened Bucky you would be smiling and laughing more than ever before you would have called yourself crazy. At one point it felt like you would never be happy again and then you met Peter.

Peter was the sun that shined brightly pushing the clouds away. You went on a few more dates, texted everyday and found that there was no longer room in your mind for sadness. Bucky was the past and though you didn’t want to be friends at the moment you didn’t hate him as much as you had before.

“Ooh flowers! Someone must really like you,” Mr. Lee said, smiling from the security booth.

You smiled walking over to him, setting down the large vase with the gorgeously arranged bouquet Peter had delivered to your office.

“I think he really does,” you beamed, thinking about how sweet Peter has been.

Sure it’s still very new but you really like him and can’t wait to spend the weekend together. He had both days off and it was so tempting to call out of your internship. If you hadn’t taken off last weekend for the stupid wedding you would have, but you know that you can’t.

Steve finally hangs up the call he was on, and you didn’t miss his tight lipped grimace and the way he eyed the flowers as if they had wronged him personally.

“If you’re happy with Peter I’m happy for you but you really need to let Bucky explain.”

Your eyes flared with a flash of rage wondering if Steve betrayed your trust and spoke to Bucky and on top of that you were really tired of people telling you what they think you need to do. You bite your tongue, not wanting to berate Steve in front of Mr. Lee with the variety of colorful words that were swirling in your mind.

Instead you replied calmly with only the teeniest hint of sass in your voice, “Steve, there’s nothing to explain and I don’t care.” You wished Stan a good weekend, grabbed the flowers and walked out.

Steve knows you’re lying, that despite what you said you’re still hurt, he just wished you weren't so stubborn about admitting it.

Laughter filled the air in Peter’s apartment as the two of you danced in his living room, the lively music from his “Awesome Mix Vol. 1” playlist bouncing off the walls. Groot lays across the couch watching as Peter’s other pet, Rocket, a ferret with raccoon coloring thanks to the dark mask around his eyes, tries to unhook the latch of his cage.

Life has been so much happier with Peter in it. You love snuggling up next to him, petting Groot who insisted his head stay in your lap as you watched a movie together. Peter’s lips press a gentle kiss on your forehead, stirring you from the sleep you had nearly given in to. A tender smile spreads across your face as you look up to him, reaching forward to kiss him. A surge of desire ignited your senses, leaving you and Peter to some heavy petting that did not involve Groot.

The following Friday night you and Peter were eating at his place, trying your best to ignore poor Groot who whimpered beside the table. Steam was rising from the fresh pizza that sat on the table and as appetizing as it looked your stomach couldn’t help but twist with a little guilt. But pizza wasn’t something exclusive to Bucky, that’s silly. You could have pizza– it’s food, it’s fine. You shook off the thoughts.

Groot’s eyes followed the slice in hand to your mouths, gruffly barking in frustration because he wanted some.

“Down,” Peter commanded after Groot pawed at him.

You gave the dog a sympathetic smile, feeling bad as you continued to eat. Your eyes shifted towards your screen that lit up with a message from Wanda, wondering if you were going to make it tonight. You hadn’t hung out with everyone in a long time, spending whatever days Peter had off together. And then there was the fact of really not wanting to run into a certain someone, but Wanda assured you Bucky was not there.

It would be nice to introduce Peter to everyone, maybe Steve could change his attitude if he met the man that made your cheeks ache from smiling so much.

“My friends are all hanging out at a bar right now and invited me so, I don’t know if it’s too early for this but if you maybe wanted to come with me?” You cringed at yourself, realizing how you unconfidently rambled on.

“Sure kitten, I’d love to meet your friends.”

“Really?” You bit your bottom lip, smiling widely as Peter’s hand reached over to caress your cheek.

“I’d do anything for you.” The light sparkled in his eyes as he stared at yours, dropping his gaze to your lips and gradually back up again.

You would have texted Wanda back if your fingers hadn’t carded through Peter’s hair, your lips on his as he lifted you up, your thighs wrapping around him as he carried you to the bedroom. An unwatched table left Groot alone, happy to steal a slice for himself.

The night air was cool on your hot skin, still a little sweaty after your romp with Peter. You wondered if the smell of sex lingered on you, walking towards the bar together and stopping every few paces because Peter couldn’t keep his hands off you. With his arms around your waist he pulled you close to him, the metal gate of a closed store clanging as he leaned against it to capture your lips.

You were all smiles by the time you walked into the bar, hand in hand with Peter. Your eyes lit up when you spotted Steve and Clint, with Peggy and Natasha being revealed the closer you got to the table. You saw the back of Wanda’s head and were about to call out for her but your voice died in your throat as you spotted two familiar faces.

Bucky, and with him was that woman, Claire.

Your lips press tightly as you stare at her. Looks like Bucky kept his date after all, adding another fuck buddy to his mix since you left.

“Hey Y/N! Glad you could make it!” Sam waved you over.

Wanda whipped her head around, her brows raising with concern. With the squeeze of Peter’s hand against yours you put on a smile. Sam was the first to get up and introduce himself but you took over, introducing Peter to everyone including Bucky and the woman whose name you pretended you forgot.

“I have to go to the bathroom,” Wanda said, smiling tensely.

She grabbed your arm before you had a chance to stop her, pulling you into the women’s room.

Her hands balled into tight fists that she shook in frustration. “I wish you told me you were coming. I thought you didn’t answer because you weren’t and Bucky only showed up like twenty minutes ago but if I knew I would have– ”

“Wanda, I don’t care.” She studied your smile, looking for cracks in the facade she knew you had to be wearing.

“Uh huh, okay.” She rolled her eyes not believing you. “It’s barely been three weeks and you’re telling me that you don’t care? That’s bullshit Y/N and you know it.”

“Wanda, I mean it!” you snapped. “Bucky and I had sex– that’s it!” The cutting motion of your hand emphasized your words. “I’m with Peter now and I’m happy so you need to drop it, okay?”

You pulled the handle of the door roughly, wanting to quickly get back to Peter. A smile graced his face with everyone’s eyes on him. You slid in next to him, catching the tail end of a question Clint had asked.

“Hmmm craziest story. Well there was a time we got called to an apartment in Queens because this kid had a Q-tip stuck in his ear.”

Everyone wore a look of confusion that only grew the more Peter spoke.

“It was this high school kid with his buddy and one of ‘em thought a spider crawled in his ear. So apparently they were trying to shake it out but it wasn’t working so the other thought they could dig it out with a Q-tip but he pushed a little too far and panicked, thinking it was stuck in his brain.”

“And what happened?” Peggy asked.

“The EMT’s were able to remove the Q-tip but the whole time the kid was freaking out, saying he could feel the spider biting him in his ear but they didn’t see anything.”

Claire spoke up, not that you wanted her to. “That’s why I always advise patients not to stick anything in their ears.” Whatever miss know-it-all, I’m sure Sam would say the same thing too.

“But the weirdest thing is that a week later I saw this same kid walking by the station so I ran out to see how he was doing. He turned down an alley and then he was gone, disappeared outta nowhere. So I look up…” Peter paused, making eye contact with everyone before finishing, “... and he’s climbing up the walls– like a spider!”

Everyone burst into a fit of laughter and Peter admitted the first half of the story was true. He wrapped his arm around you, proud to have seemingly won over your friends’ approval. Most of them at least. You tried not to make eye contact with Bucky but it was hard. You felt his gaze burn deeper with every sign of affection Peter showed, and anytime you happened to give in and catch his eyes you felt your upper lip tremble.

But this was fine. The chapter in your life with Bucky is over. It wasn’t even a chapter really, it was a short story, a few lines of prose and it’s over. This is fine.

This is fine...

It took a while to fall asleep that night. Even though your body was desperate to rest after another an amazing round of sex with Peter your mind could not shut off. You were thinking of Bucky and the emotion that poured through his eyes, the tense line solidified in his lips. Was he upset with you? He couldn’t be. You haven’t done anything wrong. You weren’t the one that fed him lies and played with his heart like a game, tossing it aside for a shinier toy. No. If Bucky is upset that’s all on him, because he let you go and not the other way around.

In the early morning you and Peter walked with Groot until you went separate ways, the two of them heading to the station to begin Peter’s shift and you headed home. You didn’t bother sneaking in like you had before. If Bucky heard you then whatever, you don’t care, but you don’t want to speak to him.

Last night had been very awkward, having not said a word to each other. You’re not sure if anyone who wasn’t aware of the situation realized there was tension, though Natasha had given you a curious look when you said goodbye. If she didn’t know she probably suspected and you’re fairly certain you’ll be under interrogation soon.

You couldn’t help but wonder if Bucky was under the same scrutiny. His mom was still tagging you on Facebook posts, a mix of funny animal videos and “mom approved” memes. Does she know what happened? Probably, considering the Fourth of July is coming up and she hasn’t extended a barbecue invitation. Does she know about Claire? So far you hadn’t seen Claire Temple on her friends list.

Yes, you stalked her through Bucky’s Instagram. It’s not a big deal, you just wanted a little more information about who she was.

                                              Claire Temple            Compassionate Helper 👩🏽‍⚕️ Avid Runner 🏃🏽‍♀️ Coffee Addict ☕

Scrolling through her photos you learned she is a nurse and (after having a minor heart attack) you learned she used to work at Metro-General. She doesn’t post much, a few pictures of the sun setting between the skyscrapers or graffiti on the side of the building; typical aesthetic pictures. But sprinkled in between those were pictures of her with people; colleagues from her new job at Sacred Saints, smiling as her arms barely wrapped around a brick of a man; her brightly colored sleeves popping against the umber of his skin. She grinned from ear to ear with him, ex-boyfriend perhaps?

Stop stalking her Y/N, stop it now!

You exit her profile, vowing not to look again though you’re not sure how much you trust yourself to keep that promise. But then again Claire was just one of many people that Bucky was sleeping with, so unless she was insanely clingy you didn’t think she’d be flaunting a picture of a guy she knew she didn’t have a chance with.

Besides none of this mattered anyway. Even if Winnie invited you to a barbecue you wouldn’t have been able to go because the Fourth of July happens to be Steve’s birthday and everyone was getting together to celebrate.

Luckily Peter had off the whole weekend and you were so happy he was coming with you. He looked very handsome in his FDNY shirt with casual shorts that showed off his thick calves while you stuck with a mostly red, white and blue theme, breaking out your red converse again with jean shorts and a blue tank top with stars on it.

In the late afternoon you boarded a crowded train to Brooklyn where Peggy’s friend Carol was happy to host a party to celebrate America and America’s ass. Apparently that was her nickname for Steve, teasing him with it because she knows how red he turns when he hears it.

Steve and Carol became close because of Peggy and though she seemed a little reserved at times you could tell they had broken the ice with each other. You met Carol before, seeing her at Steve’s apartment, and with her girlfriend Val when everyone went out for Peggy’s birthday a few months back. Carol lived in a building right off the water in Brooklyn Heights and had the perfect view for fireworks.

Hand in hand you and Peter walked down a lively street with kids riding their bicycles past you, and rhythmic music flowing from open windows. You were buzzed into the building, climbing up a hefty flight of stairs before reaching Carol’s apartment.

Val opened the door, her face lighting up as she threw her arms around you. There was barely a moment to admire the white stars painted around the eyes of her light brown skin as she introduced herself to Peter, catching him off guard in a welcoming hug before inviting you both in.

“Can I get you guys something to drink?” she asked, gesturing to the assortment that filled the kitchen counter, various bottles of soda and seltzer, beers, bottles of liquor. “Firecracker jello shot?” she offered, holding out a tray of them.

“I think I’ll say hi to everyone first, thanks,” you replied, making your way into the living room.

Steve was staring at the view from the window, setting the beer down from his hand when he heard you call his name.

“Happy Birthday!” you greeted, hugging him tightly. “What’s this?” You smirked, pointing to his jaw as he and Peter were saying hello. “Too lazy to shave on your birthday?”

Steve ran his fingers along the beginnings of a scratchy beard. “I think I’m growing it out.”

“I wonder what Peggy thinks… Peggy!” you turned to shout for her, seeing her on the other side of the room with Carol.

You said hello to them, meeting a few of Carol’s friends along the way. Soon more of your friends showed up and you were having a great time until Bucky and Claire walked through the door. You were the closest one to the entrance, wishing you had Peter by your side to distract you but he had been caught up in a conversation with Carol about her time as an Air Force pilot.

“Uh hey Y/N,” Bucky spoke, your name a foreign word on his tongue, “Happy Fourth.”

It was probably because of the fact that you were on the spot, with all eyes on you as Sam shouted for Bucky, that he leaned in to give you a half hug. Your palms didn’t quite make it up to return the favor. His touch reminded you of the ways he had you crying out his name, but now you shivered because it all felt wrong. Claire actually hugged you though she was a little hesitant, unsure if meeting you once constituted a greeting like this.

You made your way back to the living room, uneasy and in need of a distraction, not finding that in Peter who was still deep in conversation. Clint’s gaze caught you from the opposite side of the room, and he signed asking if you were bored. You shook your head, forcing a smile and signed back, “Not with you here.”

Clint strode over, grabbing a handful of chips first before he stopped beside you. You hadn’t seen him that much so it was nice to catch up a little. He was so happy the school year was over, hoping now he and Natasha might have some time to actually plan their wedding.

“Speaking of couples, it’s weird to see that, right?” He nudged his chin towards Bucky and Claire.

“What’s weird?” You’ve seen Bucky’s fuck buddies before, that girl Dot tried to weasel her way into hanging out with everyone on St. Patrick’s Day but at least Bucky had the common sense to spare you all.

“Bucky. That he actually settled down. Who would’ve thought?”

Clint chomped on chips as your mind spiraled into panic. You tried to control the tremble of your voice as you asked for more details, finding out Bucky actually decided to date Claire. Bucky Barnes. The man that’s fucked more people than the American healthcare system was actually, seriously, honestly in a committed relationship.

Your heart pounded in your chest, overwhelmed by this knowledge that has you on the edge of screaming at the top of your lungs and bursting into tears. Your feet took you straight to Val, not having to do much convincing to get her to do a jello shot (or three) with you. It seemed she had sampled a lot already herself and you wanted to feel just as loose.

She wooed loudly, grabbing some patriotic tinsel that decorated the table and placing a bunch first behind your ear and then hers. She stumbled a little bit but you caught her, both of you laughing as you helped her stand somewhat upright, fixing the metal necklace engraved with some sort of Norse symbol from around her neck.

With a bit of booze in you things didn’t seem so bad, except for walking down the stairs, that wasn’t the best idea, but by the end of the night that’s what everyone did. Carol’s apartment was on a dead end street that led right into the entrance of a pedestrian walkway that stretched out above the highway. It had perfect views of Manhattan, the Brooklyn Bridge and the beautiful booming fireworks display.

Peter stood behind you the whole time, his arms around your waist, face nestled in your neck pressing a kiss that made you squirm in delight. But your mind was cruel, reminding you of Bucky’s lips where Peter’s had been; of the chill on Bucky’s nose as he sought the warmth of your skin; of Bucky’s hands around you, holding you close like a puzzle piece fitting perfectly together.

The fireworks were reflected in the tears of your eyes, that you thankfully brushed away before anyone noticed. That was the last night you hung out with your friends as a group.

You couldn’t do it anymore, seeing Bucky and Claire hurt. Maybe it was the lies, all the bullshit you ate up like a starved child. And then it hit you.

Bucky wanted a relationship, but not with you.

PART 23

[yummyinmytwistedtummy]

Draconic Instinct: Malleus x Reader vore

So... this was originally going to be posted on the 7th for @twistedtummies2′s birthday, but I saw that they were having a rough time recently and decided to post it a bit earlier. I’m a little unsure about how this one came out but I’m gonna post it anyways. I hope ya’ll like it, and happy early birthday/happy easter @twistedtummies2.

I swear I didn’t mean to make it so romantic. It just kind of happened.

   There were hardly any words to sum up how you felt at this moment, but to say the very least you no longer envied ant man's power of shrinking on command. You supposed fictional characters couldn’t get vertigo but you certainly did and it wasn’t pleasant.

   Groaning, you sat up and held your stomach and head. It hadn’t taken you long to figure out what happened. The only thing you were left wondering was how and why it had happened.

   With awe and slight fear you gazed at the world around you and how different it was to when you weren't the perfect size to soak in a teacup.

   Everything was 10 times the size it had once been. Maybe even bigger. Bushes loomed over you, flowers were bigger than your hands, grass was like walking through a corn field, and when you looked up at the trees they were larger than skyscrapers. In comparison you were roughly the size of someone's palm. 

   Being shrunk definitely wasn’t on your bucket list, but NRC never really seemed to care about what you wanted. “Great, how am I gonna get back to the dorm now?” You huffed and placed your hands on your hips. 

   Several ideas came to mind yet none of them were actual solutions. You couldn’t walk, it would take forever. You couldn’t call anyone since your phone had cracked when it fell from your hands before you shrank. You also couldn’t ask Grim for help since he was already back at the dorm.

   The one day you actually needed his help he was sick because the little furball ignored your advice and ran out into the cold rain the night before. You sighed and looked at your surroundings again. 

   It was rather odd that you were shrunk today. Not that being reduced to a few inches tall was ever normal, but today was a particularly peculiar time to fall victim to more troublesome magic. 

   Today was your birthday. 365 days in the year and today was the day that something like this happened to you. At this moment your gorgeous beau was waiting for you back at the ramshackle dorm with some movies so you could cuddle up and relax together after a long day of school.

   Although you doubted Grim would let you have any alone time with the prince since he was so sick. A sick Grim was a clingy Grim. You didn’t mind as long as he was comfortable but you had been hoping to watch your boyfriend indulge in some ice cream later that evening. You still loved Grim but you were a bit bitter about the fact that your favorite bonding activity with your boyfriend was cancelled.

   Now you couldn’t care less about it as it seemed that you might miss the evening all together. A frown decorated your features and you grumbled unhappily about the situation as you began to walk in the direction of the dorm.

    You would never make it home in time, but there was no use in standing around and pitying yourself. As you walked you tried to recall anything out of the ordinary that had happened during school. Besides the birthday wishes and occasional presents, everything checked out.

   Maybe it was someone’s unique magic. You hadn’t seen anybody around as you were walking home but then again you weren't really paying attention either. Apparently you weren’t paying much attention now either as you hadn’t noticed the giant teen approaching you until it’s shadow fell over your very tiny figure.

   You looked up and gasped. A very large hand was reaching down to grab you, which had been the cause of the shadow. You did what any sane person would do and tried to book it. The giant hand was faster.

   “Let me go!” You shouted angrily, but stopped when you were swung upwards in a way that made you worry that you were going to lose your lunch. “Oh boy…” Even after the ride was stopped you felt dizzy.

   “Well, well, well, lookie here. The high and mighty prefect of the ramshackle dorm!” A smug looking face appeared in your vision and you had to hold back a scream.

   The giant in front of you was the owner of the hand that had plucked you from the ground. He was dressed in a Savanaclaw uniform and resembled a bear. His smirk displayed two rows of sharp teeth that in any other situation would make you swoon. Right now though your fear conquered your kink.

   “Got ‘em good there Bazz. Aw look at ‘em all tiny and trembling. Hahaha!” Another student who you didn’t recognize came from the side and sneered at you. “What a weakling. Hardly fit to be called a prefect, especially without any magic.”

   Oh… That’s what this was about. You glared at the two men and started struggling. “Put me down you oafs!” It had been a while since you first arrived at NRC but it seemed that some people were still insistent on bullying you about your lack of powers. 

   This wasn’t the first time that other students had decided to pick on you. People sneered and called you names in the hallways all the time. It wasn’t hard to ignore them after a first few weeks and soon you began to think that they were just words. 

   No one had tried anything like harming you so far, but it wasn’t entirely out of the question. At a villain school it’s generally to be expected. It was why you so often only travelled with others. Your fellow students that you had established relationships with and trusted accompanied you back to the ramshackle dorm most days. And if they weren't around, Grim was usually there to take care of you.

   Except for today.

   You were in no way a weak individual, however it was much harder to defend yourself when you were 5 inches tall.

   The second student, a Scarabia student from the looks of it, had a curly mop of red hair and cheeks spotted with hundreds of freckles. His eyes were a light blue color and his crooked smile revealed good dental work. He would have been more attractive had he not been leering at you or practically peeling apart at the seams from sunburn.

   Bazz, the bear manimal, had dark skin and medium length black hair. His eyes glowed yellow as he smirked with teeth so disgusting they almost matched his eyes.

   Several more students, from nearly all the dorms, crept out of the shadows and surrounded your initial two captors. The color drained from your face and you willed yourself not to tremble as a series of horrific opportunities entered your mind.

   “Oafs! Ha! We aren’t oafs, you're just a shrimp!” The group laughed and you glared at them with as much malice as you could muster. “Not that name calling ever does anything.” Bazz drew your attention back to him. “We had hoped that by telling you that we didn’t want you here, you would get the message and scram. But some herbivores just don’t get it, so us predators, both physically and magically, have to teach you where you belong on the food chain!”

   You gaped and let your eyes widen. Did these buffoon’s know who you were? That you had saved their arses on several occasions, both from others and themselves. You weren’t super buddy buddy with Leona, (cause he’s a pain and doesn’t like you very much anyways), but he still seemed to care about you enough that he didn’t want you to die. At the very least Ruggie could still get some free chore help out of you.

   And if Kalim and Jamil found out what one of their students was doing they would both be unhappy, angry even if he actually managed to hurt you. There was also the deal with Azul, situation with Riddle, and the show Vil put on as well. Truthfully there were so many reasons that they shouldn’t hurt you. It was almost shocking that they still wanted to hurt you after everything.

   One thing you did notice was that there wasn’t a single Diasomnia student in the bunch. That comforted you a minor amount. At least no one in your boyfriend’s dorm disliked you enough to go behind their dorm leaders back in order to get rid of you.

   “G-guys, let’s just t-talk this out.” You held out your hands in hopes that you could calm them into a negotiating state. “Listen, you don’t want to do this really. So if you could just turn me back I’m sure we could work somethi-”

   “Shut it, meat!” the savanaclaw barked at you. The noise made your ears ring and you held your hands over them to muffle the loud shouts. “Heeheheehe… is the little herbivore scared. That’s alright no need to be shy, I like it that way.”

   The circle of boys surrounding you, howled with laughter and you cringed from the stimulus. 

   As the laughter died down, Bazz looked at you closely. “Scrawny thing like you would have barely made a meal full-sized. Guess we’ll have to kill you the old fashioned way instead.” You gasped and began to thrash in his grasp as some of the students whistled. 

   “Bazz, you should feed her to yer snake!” “Bazz! My little sister’s been looking for a new doll to dress up!” “Bazz, hey! My dog needs a chew toy and that thing is the perfect size.”

   Threatening ideas that all promised a painful demise bounced around the group, each one more horrific than the last. The scarabia boy looked like he was about to lose it with laughter and Bazz watched you struggle as if it was the most entertaining thing in the world. No one noticed the clouds above head slowly circling and becoming denser. 

   “Alright alright! Hey everybody shut up!” Bazz, who you had concluded was the leader by this point, shouted at his lackeys. “I’ve decided how I wanna kill ‘em.” he said darkly with a smirk. An almost crazy look came to his eyes and he turned you so you were on display for the whole group to see. 

   “This little magicless shit and their raccoon thing have been plaguing this school for too long. I saw we knock out two birds with one stone and get rid a both of ‘em at the same time.” he paused for dramatic effect. “We’ll coat this one in tuna and leave it for the racoon to eat, and when he’s finished we’ll tell the headmaster and he’ll be expelled!”

   The group cheered and you moaned in utter exhaustion with a dab of hopelessness. Why was this school so ridiculous. You swore one day these imbeciles were gonna set the school on fire and when they turn to you for help, you were just gonna roast marshmallows and watch them panic. 

   A part of you was scared of course, you knew how Grim got when it came to food, but there was no way he wouldn’t notice you. Besides you weren’t really all that nervous anymore now that you noticed the sky.

   Dark clouds swirled around and flashes of green lit up the sky momentarily before dying down. Malleus was obviously looking for you and he was obviously not happy. Moments after you realized he was coming a massive lightning bolt struck the ground only feet away from where the pod of students stood.

   You screamed and shut your eyes as pain lit up behind them. You were swung around as the bear man protected his eyes as well and nausea took over you temporarily. 

   Even after you opened your eyes, only blackness filled your vision. Luckily you could still hear pretty well and relief flooded your veins when you picked up the voice of your boyfriend.

   “Hmm… it appears a bunch of scoundrels have decided to pick on my darling. Unfortunate as it seems, I am at fault for letting them walk home alone. Please return them and I won’t harm you.”

   Malleus was a frightening person to be up against, however the number of other students seemed to give them hope. “Not happenin’” You heard Bazz growl. “I caught ‘em so their mine!”

   The dark fae stiffened and you inhaled sharply. Thunder boomed and some of the students appeared frightened for a moment before attempting to return their expressions to confidence. They failed miserably.

   Malleus’ eyes widened before slanting dangerously. His pupils which were already slits, thinned out in an even more reptilian like way. His cape billowed around him as the wind picked up as a result of his rage.

   Being possessive doesn’t even begin to cover how Draconia feels about you. To him you were the most magnificent treasure in his entire hoard. The shiniest most beautiful precious gem he owned and his mate. After many many years of near solitude, Malleus had come to appreciate your company more than he could describe with words. Hearing another try to claim you ignited the fire in his belly and drove most logical thought from his mind. 

   The only thing he was thinking about was getting you back to him, completely unharmed. You supposed this might be the reason that the next events were so seemingly out of character for him. 

   He growled threateningly and the students took a step back. Two of them ran for it and one looked like he was just about to. Bazz and the Scarabia student stood stiff and nervous but didn’t back down. 

   Your eyes finally adjusted and you watched as a pomefiore student foolishly took a step forward. As first years they had practically nothing to use against the dark prince, who waved his hand and a gust of wind blew the student over like he was made of cardboard. 

   Malleus obviously wasn’t in the mood to play, yet he didn’t take out the students just yet. He decided he would show them something. “Bring my treasure here!” he snarled. Bazz shook but didn’t comply.

   “Fine, be that way.” the half dragon snapped his fingers and you were effortlessly teleported into his hands. You knew from experience that he could only do that to smaller objects so you supposed it was a good thing that you were shrunk.

   “Malleus!” You cried out and looked up at him with relief. His eyes momentarily flashed with the familiar adoration that he used when he gazed at you everyday. They turned dark again when the Scarabian boy shouted, “Hey! We caught that little rat so it’ ours. You're gonna have to fight us if you really want to take them!”

   “I will.” his voice was eerily calm as he stared them down. “In due time, but first,” he raised a finger and you squealed when he lifted you suddenly. “I need to tuck my treasure where it will be safe. I wouldn’t want my mate getting damaged or having to see the gruesome mess I am going to turn you into.”

   Confusion etched itself on your face but quickly shifted into understanding. Scared understanding, but understanding no less. “Umm… Mal… I don’t think-” 

   “Shh…” he quieted you and smiled at you softly. Despite your fears you nodded, giving him permission to continue. 

   The two of you had discussed this before, as he was well aware of your interests, however you had both decided that it wasn’t the time yet. Now, apparently was the time as you found yourself hovering over him in anticipation of what was to come.

   You glanced to the side and saw the last 4 students’ faces undergo the same transition yours did except they appeared much more horrified. Squirming, you looked down and gulped when Malleus gave you one last comforting look before stretching his jaws wide beneath you. 

   A flush crept onto your face as you gazed down into the open maw of your boyfriend. His teeth were sharp like spikes waiting to clamp down and tear through anything that he decided to consume. Each dip and crevice of pink pulsing flesh was oozing with clear slime. The back of the throat was illuminated by a strange green glow that came from below. Hot, stale breath washed over you and blew your hair slightly.

   Nervousness and anticipation spread through you as you were lowered into the large mouth that you realised resembled a sort of odd cave. His long forked tongue curled around your torso tightly as it carefully pulled you past the sharp fangs and into his mouth. The action was weirdly comforting as you picked up on his concern for your wellbeing. 

   Soon you were pulled completely into the slimy maw and watched, mildly afraid as the jaws shut, sealing off your exit. The tongue unwrapped itself and slid over you instead, prodding and feeling as it tasted you. It particularly enjoyed any part of you that wasn’t covered by clothing. And as your shirt was pushed up slightly so the tongue could lap at your midsection, you felt and heard Malleus humm in delight.

   You squirmed and giggled as the tongue continued to tickle you as best it could. It pulled back suddenly when a loud groan echoed up from below, telling Malleus that it was time to eat. He had never been one to deny himself of food if it was within appropriate terms so he tipped his head back and you felt gravity shift as he began to swallow you.

   The fae grunted and swallowed thickly, using a finger to trace your form in his throat. He scrunched his face as you sank slowly down past his chest, which he thumped in order to speed up your journey. And finally he felt you plop into his stomach.

   You panted for breath as the ride down had been far too tight for your liking but almost immediately gagged when you were hit by the horrid stink of whatever meat and sweet dessert Malleus had eaten last. 

   The gut around you was fairly large and spacious compared to the size you currently were. The walls pulsed and throbbed as they sensed you in their space. It was almost as if they were trying to locate you. That’s when you realized they were. 

   A high pitched whining sort of sound alerted you to the fact that your boyfriend was checking to make sure if you had made the journey safely. Quickly you trudged through the sludge, which tingled your skin when in contact, and placed two hands on what you assumed was the front wall of the stomach. 

   You could see due to the eerie glow in the stomach but you weren’t quite sure which direction you were facing. You received an answer when a handprint pressed against you in a comforting manner. 

   “I’m alright!” you called, “Don’t worry about me!” The stomach lining tensed and you heard Malleus growl, “Impossible!” You blushed and smoothed your hand over the slimy walls in appreciation for his undying concern for your wellbeing. 

   Outside, the remaining two students who had failed to flee when they saw Draconia swallow his lover whole, trembled in their spots. Both whimpered when his gaze turned towards them and fixed with a cold and dangerous stare that promised pain. 

   “You!” the dark prince seethed, “attempted to take my mates life!” His voice raised and lightning flashed behind him. “And for that, you will pay dearly!”

   You were flung backwards into the sludge as you felt Malleus jerk swiftly as the fight began. He pointed his staff at the two buffoons and muttered an incantation under his breath before a large jet of light blasted towards them. 

   Both jumped out of the way just in time for the laser to scorch the ground where they had previously stood. 

   They looked at each other fearfully and then back at Malleus. Scrambling, they attempted to stand up and fight back, but neither were successful as they were suddenly blasted by another powerful spell. 

   Your boyfriend smirked wickedly as he watched the two students deform and shrink until there was nothing left but two large rats screeching panickedly in the grass. “You’re lucky my mate disapproves of murder. Otherwise you would be in hell right now!”

   Lightning struck again and Malleus vanished from his spot, leaving the, now rodents to scamper off into the woods, hoping the spell would wear off. 

   Flickering lights flew around the room as its owner appeared out of thin air, transported home with magic. He sighed and leaned his staff against the wall with a huff. You were quiet as you listened to the dark mage begin to undress enough to leave his midsection exposed. 

   He gently sat down on the bed and you gripped the stomach wall to remain balanced. He leaned back and grunted, placing a palm over his stomach. “Darling, you are still alright?” his voice sounded slightly strained and you raised an eyebrow.

   “Um, yes, yes I am.” he sighed in relief. “That’s good. In that case please do excuse me but-” you didn’t hear him finish his sentence before the air around you thickened momentarily before rushing upwards in a loud blast.

“GRRRRWWWWWWOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

   You gasped and felt your legs weaken beneath you. The large eructation bellowed around you and seemed magnified from you being inside of him. 

   Malleus moaned softly. His eyebrows drew together and he sat a bit straighter on the bed. “My apologies, darling, it appears you gave me quite a bit of gas.” He muffled another burp, which rumbled deeply in his throat and blew the fetid air out the corner of his mouth.

   “N-no need to apologise.” you said hesitantly. You were very aware of your boyfriend's aversion to rudeness, however, your interests didn’t care much and you always found yourself shaking at the knees when he let loose a bit. 

   He smirked and rolled his eyes at your reaction and wished he could see your no doubt adorably blushing face. His hand rubbed large circles over his stomach and a low purr like sound began to rumble through his chest.

   You trudged over to the wall again and placed your hands against it. He pressed back lightly in conformation that he knew you were there and you smiled fondly as you began to rub the stomach lining.

   He let out a low croon and you felt him sink into the bed. You could almost see the look of pure delight that would slip onto his face anytime you massaged his belly. If only you knew how much better it felt to him now that you were applying your ministrations from inside.

   Malleus hummed softly and peered down at his stomach with a loving and satisfied gaze. You were safe. Away from those bullies who he would further deal with later once you weren’t around to stop him with morals, as most humans had. Safe, warm, delicately tucked away inside of him, where nothing and no one could get to you. 

   His most valuable possession, most treasured jewel, most worshiped treasure. His mate. HIS! The instinctual possessiveness and protectiveness had died down a bit now that he was back in his ‘nest’ with his mate, safely stowed away in his stomach. Now feelings of regret and guilt began to fester within him as he thought about how he hadn’t really asked for permission before swallowing you.

   “Darling?” you stopped rubbing and looked up, not that you could see him, “I… I wanted to say I’m sorry…”

   You made a confused face and pressed against the lining a bit. “Why?”

   “I’m sorry for several reasons, actually.” he sighed. “I’m sorry that I wasn’t there to protect you in the first place. I’m sorry that I didn’t prevent such an event from happening. I’m sorry that you were scared and in danger while you were under my care. I’m also sorry that I ate you…”

   He paused and you cocked your head. “It’s… it’s a dragon's instinct to protect their valuables no matter what. For you… in such a position… I felt that you were too exposed, too vulnerable. Even if I had placed you in a pocket there was no guarantee that you wouldn’t get hurt. What I was sure of was my ability to protect my own body, so I decided to temporarily add you to it.”

   The dark fae wrapped his arms around his midsection and frowned. “Oh darling, I hope you can forgive me.”

   You stepped back from the wall and swung your fist at it as hard as you could. He was unable to stop a magnificently large belch from erupting past his lips, which you were quite delighted about but shoved those feelings to the side. You had caught his attention, so now it was your turn to speak. 

   “Malleus Draconia!” you said sternly, “If you think for one minute that I am going to let you blame yourself for something entirely out of your control then you’ve got another thing coming to you.”

   The half dragon stared in shock at his gut and let his jaw drop. 

   “It is in no way your fault that those jackasses decided to pick on me. In fact it was bound to happen sooner or later so it was only a matter of time. Besides you can’t be with me 24/7. It’s just not possible. So you stop being sorry about it this instance or I am going to give you the gut ache of your life!” You kicked his stomach again to prove your point and he released a deep burp into his fist. 

   “HHHHRRRRRMMMMMMMRRRRRLLLLPPPHHH!!!!”

   “Oh and another thing,” you started, “I have no idea why you would be sorry in the first place, since you saved me.” He paused and knit his eyebrows together as he thought about it. “You saved me Malleus. I’m safe. I’m safe and I’m not scared or unhappy or hurt in any way. I’m safe and in fact I’m also quite content.”

   The half dragon sat up in surprise. “Yes, that’s right.” you continued, “I am enjoying this experience deeply. True it would be a bit nicer if you could stop repressing, but I know how you feel about that. So don’t feel bad that you swallowed me to keep me safe. You probably could have swallowed me just to add some fat to your thighs and I would still be in heaven.” 

   He growled at the suggestion of him killing you, even if you would appreciate it due to your twisted sense of what's arousing and such.

   You chuckled and restarted rubbing his stomach lining. “Malleus, I love you. I trust you and your decisions. If you need to do something to keep me safe, even if it did make me slightly uncomfortable. I would still love you just as much.” 

   He began to purr again and sighed. “Thank you darling. I… I suppose you’re right.” he paused. “I love you too. So very much, and because of that, along with the fact that it is your birthday… I will indulge you as much as you like.”

   You paused and gasped. As much as you’d like…? You almost shook with excitement and Malleus chuckled, sensing your joy. “Shall I start with the usual?” You nodded vigorously, then realized he couldn’t see you and blushed in embarrassment. “Yes I would like that very much.”

   Malleus smiled at your enthusiasm and waved his left hand, conjuring a bottle of soda. He much preferred to drink from a glass and have his beverage stored in glass bottles, but for simplicity's sake he decided it would be alright to drink from a regular two liter.

   Another wave and he had sound proofed his room. Something he found himself doing often since you had begun to come over. 

   Carefully he unscrewed the bottle cap, wary of it potentially exploding. You heard the hiss of air being released and backed up against the wall in anticipation of what was coming next. The next sound you heard was a series of thick squelches and some fizzing accompanied by the noise of liquids rushing downwards. 

   Soon enough a waterfall of sweet, sugary soda cascaded through the open valve above. You squeezed your eyes shut and hissed when it splashed you as it hit the stomach bottom and mixed with the acids that pooled there.

   The liquid level around you rose steadily and you heard it bubble and hiss as it frothed incessantly upon exposure to the heat in Malleus insides. The pressure in the air doubled until it became almost too thick to breath. 

   By the time Malleus had finished the bottle, the liquid level had risen past your hips and rested just below your waist. He pulled the rim of the bottle away from his mouth and panted. Almost hesitantly he replaced the cap on the now empty bottle and placed it on the bedside table. 

   “Alright darling,” he grunted, “I’m HURP!- hah… I’m ready. Give it a good kick.” Almost immediately he felt a sharp pain in the side of his middle as you gave the inside of his gut a fierce blow. His stomach groaned loudly and the air pressure thickened harshly before Malleus opened his mouth and let out one of the loudest, deepest, longest belches you had ever heard.

“BWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUULLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!!!!!!!! - HACK!!!”

   It came to a close after a sheer 14 seconds of filling the room with its hellacious stench. The paintings on the walls had rattled and shaken in its wake and the bottle fell off of the table it was placed upon. 

   Your ears rung and you were sure your nose was bleeding by how intensely hot you felt. Your whole face turned a lovely shade of crimson almost as dark as Riddle’s hair. 

   Malleus gasped and moaned, letting his head fall back on the pillows. Despite his favor for elegance and manners he could never deny how simply incredible it felt to release a large amount of pressure from his stomach. 

   He puffed out his cheeks as he felt another massive burp roll up his throat.

“HHHHHHHHUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRP!!!!!”

“BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPPP!!!!”

“BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRRRRRRLLLLLLLLCH!!!!”

“BRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUUUUUUUUUUUUUUOOOOOOOOOOOORRRP!!!!!!!!!”

   Several more belches, all magnificent in size, erupted past his lips and echoed throughout his bedroom. You moaned and listened as your boyfriend continuously burped without restraint. This was a once in a lifetime experience and you intended to enjoy it to the fullest.

   Finally the burps tapered off and Malleus groaned, rubbing his throat which stung a bit due to the power behind the eructations. He looked down and realized that while busy emptying his stomach of gas, he had also hacked you up. 

   The ride up had been short and tight but you hadn’t been paying all that much attention when it happened so you couldn’t say for sure if it had been uncomfortable. Rolling over on his stomach where you happened to end up, you smiled loopily up at him and he flushed looking you over.

   It made him feel nice, seeing you so small and content. While you were in danger he hadn’t gotten the chance to appreciate how simply adorable you looked, being this tiny, or how delicious.

   Malleus’ stomach growled disapprovingly at having lost its new favorite snack but he ignored it in favor of muttering a short incantation which quickly cleaned you of gut gunk. Now clean, you stood shakily since his midsection was bloated a bit, and tried to walk over to your boyfriend's chest. 

   You ended up falling over, since it was slightly like walking on a waterbed that wasn’t totally full. Malleus chuckled and you saw his eyes flash a bright green before your perspective changed rapidly. 

   It was only moments later that you found yourself, full sized once more staring into the captivating eyes of your beau. 

   “Hello darling.” he spoke softly. “Did you enjoy yourself?” You nodded rapidly and he sighed wrapping his arms around you. His hand gently runs over your hair and you let your head sit on his chest. 

   The sound of his heartbeat fills your ears and you sigh. It was quite a relaxing sound, but you still preferred the low burbles that his stomach provided. The two of you lay this way for a while, simply enjoying the presence of each other. However Malleus eventually shifts underneath you and whispers your name.

   Curiously you look up at him and he beckons you closer. 

   Closer. 

   Closer.

    Your lips touch in a brief kiss and he pulls back with a smile. “I have a birthday gift for you, but first.” He loosens his grip so he can sit up, positioning you in his lap. You shiver in anticipation when he gazes down at you greedily. Finally he leans forward enough to lick a stripe up your cheek and bite your earlobe teasingly.

“HHHHHHHHRRRRRRRRRMMMMMMMLLLLLPH!!!! - Phoosh”

   As he pulls back he suppresses a thick belch and blows the leftover fetid gas into your face. Your eyes water and you cough while inhaling deeply at the same time. You opened your eyes and Malleus could have sworn he saw hearts in them.

   “Thank you…” you breathed and he smirked. “Mmmm… as delightful as it is teasing you and getting to see...” he flicked his tongue along your lips, “taste your sweet blush. I do have an actual gift for you.”

   He moved so you could see the table where he had previously placed the soda bottle, and lifted a hand in a swift motion and whispered a few words. Suddenly a large ice cream cake appeared with a scrawled “Happy Birthday” on top. 

   The ice cream appeared to be chocolate vanilla swirl, and the frosting on top was vanilla. Decorative chocolate thorns encircled the cake’s base and had been arranged to appear as if they were climbing the dessert. Just above the wording a candle in the shape of a spinning wheel sat delicately. The spindle part was engulfed in a small green flame that danced almost eagerly as it waited to be blown out.

   You gasped and turned back to look at your boyfriend in surprise at the complicated cake he had (ordered you presumed) gifted you. The overly large size and ice cream part didn’t slip your notice and you had a feeling this night's adventures with your interests were far from over.

   “And one more thing.” Malleus spoke hesitantly, as if nervous by the next gift. He waved his hand and a small box appeared. He handed it to you and you opened it carefully. Inside sat a silver ring that had been made so detailed it looked as if it had literally been woven together with several tiny vines of thorns. Right in the middle of the ring was a small emerald which flashed in the candlelight.

   Your eyes widened and you glanced up at your beau who looked as if he was holding his breath. “It’s to signify our relationship. It’s not an engagement ring, it is meant to be worn on your right hand.” You watched as he gently slipped the ring onto your right hand. 

   In the valley of thorns we have something similar to the gallagh ring that you told me exists in your world. Instead of wearing it a different way depending on your relationship, the gemstone in the middle turns black when you are single. It turns the color of your partner's eyes when you are in a relationship, and when you become married it permanently changes to that color and the band turns gold.”

   He explained how it works in a quiet voice while you admired the pretty ring and your hand held in his. Malleus pressed a kiss to the ring and looked at you nervously. “Do you like it?”

   You threw your arms around him and smiled wide. “It’s the best gift I’ve ever received. Thank you so much Malleus.” You pulled back still smiling, he sighed in relief and smiled back. “That’s good to hear.” he looked like he was about to say something else but was interrupted by a loud growl that came from his stomach.

   “Sounds like you’re hungry. Why don’t we eat some cake?” he smirked and tightened his grip on your waist just a bit. “Hmmm. you mean, you eat some cake and I eat all the rest, only to end up with a big bloated tummy for you to rub?” You blushed fiercely. 

   “Yes, I do believe that sounds like an appropriate way to end the evening.” He leaned forward and kissed you once more. “Although you will always be the sweetest treat I have ever had the pleasure of tasting.” You giggled. “I love you too, Malleus.”

[whumpzone]

Tomas and Rowe - Part 4

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CW: pet whumpee, aftermath of abuse, injury detail

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Tomas waved as Kasia headed off down the street. Seeing his friend had given him a new boost of energy. It felt so good to discuss Rowe with someone who handled Pets every day. If anyone was going to understand, it was Kasia.

He looked down at the cupholder in his hand, within it two hot drinks. A latte for himself, and a hot chocolate for Rowe, since he was probably wired enough without an extra dose of caffeine.

‘’Rowe?’’ he called, making sure Rowe wouldn’t jump when he pushed open the bedroom door. ‘’I’ve brought you a- oh my goodness, what happened to you?’’

Rowe was huddled in a corner, a bloody hand over his face, his t-shirt splattered red. He didn’t move or speak, just looked up at Tomas with frightened, tearful eyes. His chest was rising and falling erratically as he sobbed.

Tomas rushed over, setting the drinks on the floor and kneeling down.

‘’Oh Rowe, Rowe love, what’s happened here?’’

Rowe blinked and several tears ran down his cheeks, but he stayed silent. Tomas gently reached out to the hand that was covering the bottom half of Rowe’s face. Rowe didn’t resist as he gently took it and lowered it out the way. He gasped, and Rowe shrank.

‘’That… that looks painful. Can you tell me what happened? Please?’’

Rowe took a shaky breath, more tears streaming down his face. ‘’I-I tripped, Master. And I’ve ruined your shirt, and I-‘’ his breath hitched, ‘’-I’m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know I mustn’t cry, I’m sorry-‘’

‘’It’s okay, it’s okay, you can cry,’’ Tomas soothed, still holding Rowe’s bloodstained hand. ‘’You tripped, oh Rowe, that is so unlucky. Hold on and I’ll fetch you some painkillers and we can sort your nose out.’’

‘’P-please, I don’t deserve it, please Master, don’t w-waste them on me.’’

‘’You’re in pain, Rowe. Your poor nose. Just wait two seconds and I’ll be back.’’

Tomas hurried to the kitchen, grabbing a pack of frozen peas and a teatowel. Upstairs, he rummaged around in the bathroom until he found a packet of painkillers. He made Rowe sit cross-legged as he cleaned the worst of the blood off his face and pressed two pills into his non-bloody hand.

‘’Here, wash them down with a sip of this, yeah?’’ Tomas said, offering him the hot chocolate. ‘’I nipped out while Kasia was here to get us both a drink.’’

‘’Th-thank you, Master, I’m sor-sorry for b-b-being so useless.’’

Rowe swallowed them shakily, his eyes widening as he tasted the sugary drink.

‘’Hahah, it’s tasty right?’’

Rowe didn’t reply, just drank a few more sips, choking slightly as his sobbing made it hard to swallow. Tomas wrapped the frozen peas in the teatowel and waited until Rowe had put the drink down.

‘’Okay, you need to hold this on your nose for the time being. It’ll feel funny, but it’s for your own good, I promise. It’s not a punishment.’’

Rowe nodded, and Tomas held the ice pack to his nose.

‘’You’re not useless, Rowe,’’ Tomas said, ‘’Everyone has accidents like this. If you want, I’ll give you some chores to do in a bit?’’

Rowe’s sobbing calmed down somewhat at this. ‘’Y-yes, please Master, a-anything you want, I’ll be good.’’

‘’I bet you will be. You’re taking this ice pack like a pro. Well done.’’

‘’I, I,’’ Rowe mumbled nervously, ‘’I’m sorry for ruining your shirt, Master. I wa-was so careless.’’

‘’What? We can sort that, no problem. Oh Rowe, I do feel bad now for confining you to your bedroom and then leaving the house. Kasia would have happily helped sort your nose out if you’d gone and got him.’’

Rowe went quiet, and still, and Tomas wondered what he’d said wrong. Perhaps it was a bit early to be forcing Rowe to mix with strangers, he conceded. He sipped his coffee quietly and watched as Rowe’s breathing slowly returned to normal.

. . .

‘’Rowe?’’ Master Tomas called as the door opened, and Rowe knew there was nowhere to run, nothing he could do. He would sit here obediently and take whatever his Master dealt out. ‘’I’ve brought you a- oh my goodness, what happened to you?’’

He stayed silent. His Master had asked him a question, but he had just been reminded of where speaking got Pets. Maybe it was a test. Surely Master preferred Rowe without his whining.

‘’Oh Rowe, Rowe love, what’s happened here?’’

Master Tomas sank down on his haunches, looking at Rowe head on. He had some disposable cups with him, which he placed safely out of Rowe’s reach. If his nose weren’t filled with blood, he probably would have enjoyed the smell. Slowly, deliberately, Master reached out and took Rowe’s hand, forcing him to show the damage on his face. He gasped, and Rowe just wanted to hide. Master’s one wish, his one desire for Rowe so far was for him to be pretty, and he had already fucked that up.

He had brought this beating on himself. But it seemed that his Master was totally oblivious to his friend’s actions. And now he was being asked to lie to his Master? But if he could just be good, please his Master, it would be a one-off. Rowe suddenly realised Master Tomas was speaking.

‘’That looks painful. Can you tell me what happened? Please?’’

This time it was an order. Rowe had to obey. His voice was so soothing and it only confused Rowe more because he had to be angry, he had to be, surely he was furious with the state of his Pet? All Rowe had done since his arrival was cause problems and force his Master to waste precious time on his worthless self. He had deserved that beating. Even if he did tell the truth, why would Master believe him? Rowe knew then which answer would better please Master Tomas.

‘’I-I tripped, Master,’’ his voice sounded stupid and nasal and he hated the way his breath caught as he wept.  ‘’And now I’ve ruined your shirt, and I- I��m so sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I know I mustn’t cry, I’m sorry-‘’

‘’It’s okay, it’s okay,’’ Master Tomas said, mercifully stopping Rowe before he babbled too much. ‘’You can cry. You tripped, oh Rowe, that is so unlucky. Hold on and I’ll fetch you some painkillers and we can sort your nose out.’’

Rowe did his best to not whine in desperation. ‘’P-please, I don’t deserve it, please Master, don’t w-waste them on me.’’ This kindness, it had to be a game. It was too much, no one would ever treat a Pet with such warmth, what point was there to it? Rowe would do whatever was asked of him whether or not he was fed or patched up. Master Tomas must enjoy knowing that Rowe owed him for this, for the food and clothes and bathwater. He would make him pay for it later, Rowe was sure. But Master Tomas was being so generous, and the thought of what he’d have to do to make up for it terrified him. Once his old master had let Rowe sleep through the night, and he’d paid for it with three days of no food. What was this building up to?

He faintly heard Master Tomas telling him to stay still, and Rowe watched helplessly as he left the room, returning shortly with a packet of medicine and what looked like a bag of ice.

‘’Here, wash them down with a sip of this, yeah?’’ Master ordered, giving Rowe two pills and passing him one of the cups. ‘’I nipped out while Kasia was here to get us both a drink.’’

‘’Th-thank you, Master, I’m sor-sorry for b-b-being so useless,’’ he choked out. More kindness. Rowe did as he was told. The drink tasted amazing, he’d never had anything like it, and his surprise made Master Tomas smile.  

‘’Hahah, it’s tasty right? Okay, you need to hold this on your nose for the time being. It’ll feel funny, but it’s for your own good, I promise. It’s not a punishment.’’

Not a punishment. That would be coming later. Maybe Master Tomas had been planning a long torture session, and wanted Rowe to be at his best for it. That would explain why he was so keen on Rowe looking pretty, and why his only ‘punishment’ so far had been incredibly mild. The only thing that confused Rowe was why Master Tomas had bought a second-hand Pet if he wanted him in such good condition? But Rowe knew that it was not his place to try to understand his owner. He held the bag, which he could now see was filled with peas, to his face. It felt odd, but not unpleasant.

‘’You’re not useless, Rowe. Everyone has accidents like this.’’ Even though Rowe was sure this was just a game, a way to trick him, Rowe couldn’t help but feel calmed by Master’s soft voice. ‘’If you want, I’ll give you some chores to do in a bit?’’

Finally, something Rowe understood. He felt himself relax, just a bit. ‘’Y-yes, please Master, a-anything you want, I’ll be good.’’

‘’I bet you will be. You’re taking this ice pack like a pro. Well done.’’

Master seemed…. he seemed happy with him, and Rowe wanted to keep being good. ‘’I, I- I’m sorry for ruining your shirt, Master. I wa-was so careless.’’

‘’What? We can sort that, no problem. Oh Rowe, I do feel bad now for confining you to your bedroom and then leaving the house. Kasia would have happily helped sort your nose out if you’d gone and got him.’’

He froze up at the mention of Master’s friend. The memory of his nose slamming against the wooden frame played out in his mind, over and over, and through his red-raw eyes Rowe could see Master’s face fall. He had reacted poorly again. He braced himself for Master to kick him, or throw his hot drink over him, or grab the bag of ice and grind it into Rowe’s nose and make him scream. But, agonisingly, nothing came, and Rowe was left to overthink. Master seemed content to sip from his disposable cup in silence. Rowe was happy with that too. He never wanted to talk again.

 It must have been at least twenty minutes before Master broke the silence abruptly- ‘’My arse is numb from sitting on the floor. Shall we go and give you some chores?’’

‘’Yes, please, Master.’’

Downstairs, before Rowe could kneel, Master held out a slender hand, stopping him. ‘’Let’s have a look at your nose.’’

Rowe placed the bag into Master’s hand, watching his face for any indication of how bad it was. Master frowned, pressing his lips together, but his eyes weren’t angry. ‘’It’s not crooked, which means it’s not badly damaged. It should heal up on its own soon. Does it hurt?’’

‘’No, Master,’’ Rowe replied, and it didn’t. Not really, anyway.

‘’We’ll give your face a rest before we do more ice, hey?’’

Master Tomas put the bag back in the freezer and sat down in the same spot on the sofa as earlier. Rowe kneeled below him and tried to look pretty despite everything. Master gave him a strange half smile.

‘’Do you want to sit on the sofa with me?’’

‘’My place is at my Master’s feet.’’

‘’Then at least kneel on a cushion, here.’’

Rowe was handed a soft cushion and obediently slid it under his knees. It felt…nice? What was the point of this?

‘’Did your old master come and get you every morning?’’ asked Master Tomas.

‘’No, Master. I had my daily duties to carry out, and I completed them without prompting.’’

‘’Right. Well, for a start, I want you to eat breakfast every morning. And you are free to get that yourself, without waiting for me. In fact, that also goes for lunch.’’

‘’Yes, Master. Thank you.’’

Rowe’s stomach had twitched with nerves as his Master announced another indulgence, but then Rowe remembered what Master had told him that morning- he preferred his Pet well-fed. In a way, it was another order to follow, another way to please his Master, and this made him feel better.

‘’During the week, I’ll be mostly in my office working. I need you to collect any letters I get and stack them neatly on the kitchen table for me. I’ll tell you if I’m expecting someone, so if the doorbell rings unexpectedly, I’ll come down and handle it. If in doubt, come and ask me. Got that?’’

Rowe blinked, then nodded. Keep on top of the post and don’t answer the door unless told to. He could do that.

‘’Do you know how to make a cup of tea?’’

‘’Yes, Master, and I can cook. I just don’t know the layout of your kitchen, yet.’’

‘’I’ll show you, no problem. As long as you can make tea though, that’s great. I’ll need you on hand to make a pot while I’m working.’’

‘’Of course, Master.’’

‘’Oh, and keep an eye out for spiders. Ideally, don’t let them get in at all. And, uh- make your bed every morning.’’

‘’Would you like me to make yours too, Master?’’

‘’No, no thanks. I do mine myself, it makes me feel ready to face the day,’’ Master Tomas mumbled, his eyes drifting idly. ‘’Good habit to get into, so I’m told.’’

. . .

…Right, Tomas thought. What are some other bullshit ‘chores’ I can give him?

He almost cracked a smile at his own silliness. He was so bad at this! Surely Rowe could smell a rat? It was hard to tell- Rowe seemed to have two modes, terrified or blank, and right now he was the latter.

Tomas wracked his brains. He was already regretting telling Rowe to make cups of tea- what if he got boiling water on himself? But he had looked so eager at the prospect of being given tasks to do, and it was the closest he’d come to a positive emotion, and also Tomas was keen for Rowe to not go mad with boredom.

He considered asking Rowe to do the laundry, but that would mean clueing him in to just how often Tomas spilt toothpaste down himself, and he was not ready for that. And, he reminded himself quickly, Rowe is not my bloody maid. I want to help him. Jesus Christ, Tomas.

Rowe seemed to take Tomas’s prolonged silence as an indication that he had finished giving out chores, and pressed his forehead to the ground, his thick hair almost touching Tomas’s foot.

‘’Thank you, Master. I will be a good Pet, I promise. B-but please, may I know the punishments if I fail to meet your standards?’’

‘’Punishments, right…’’ Tomas hummed as he thought up some more nonsense on the fly. ‘’Well, if I notice a spider has gotten in, you’ll have to get rid of it yourself. I don’t see how anyone can make tea wrong, but if you do, you’ll have to remake it until I say it’s good enough.’’ Bed making was so juvenile he couldn’t even be bothered to make up a punishment. There was only one rule that he was actually keen to ensure Rowe stuck to. ‘’If I find that you haven’t eaten all day, I’ll have stop working to sit with you and force you to eat something. And I really, really don’t want to do that.’’

 That night, Tomas lay awake, listening to the sound of Rowe’s screams. He deserves a full night’s sleep, even if it is filled with nightmares, he decided, and rolled over.

[imaginethisdarling]

Quarantine date’s

word count: 2.2k warnings: none, pure fluff, and okay onee swear word at the end but lets not be fucking children lol summary: ehhhh date inside since we cant go nowhere

ps:hope you are all doing well, and if not i hope you soon be.

“Babe I have an idea.” Henry spoke out of nowhere. Y/n moved her head from his chest to look at him. “Considering you past few ideas, do I really want to know?” she teased and Henry looked genuinely hurt.

“I still don’t see what’s so bad about jumping from our balcony onto the trampoline but fine, then I won’t share it with you.” he pouted and moved his gaze back at the movie they were watching.

Y/n laughed but kept staring at him; she knew he would give up and tell her anyways so there was no point in getting into the movie when she will be interrupted once again.

“So, I was thinking.” Henry started and Y/n giggled. One : zero for Mrs. Y/n, Cavill.

“Since we can’t leave the house and I can’t take you on a proper date, we could have a date indoors.” Henry suggested taking his eyes off the tv to look at Y/n.

“We are kinda already having a date babe. Its called a movie date; all three of us are snuggling and Kal is really enjoying it, we are watching a movie, have snacks; both are in our pj’s. I mean it couldn’t possibly be better than this.” y/n said.

“Yeah and it is great” he raised his hand to make sure not to make it sound like he was having a bad time, “but I was thinking more of a formal date. You know, I cook, you take an afternoon off and relax, get ready in peace. That sort of things.”

Y/n sat up on the sofa and turned her body to face Henry, raising her index finger. “wait, wait, wait, let me get this straight. You are telling me that I have to get up and do my hair, my makeup, get dressed in something that ain’t your t shirt and sweatpants? Yeah buddy, I’m not sure that will work.”

Henry giggled. “come on you lazy ass. You don’t have to put makeup on for all care; you are beautiful any way you chose to be.”

Y/n stared him dead in the eyes “I look beautiful with no makeup? Right now? With this dark circles around my eyes making me look like I come from a family of raccoons really? Really henry? I thought you were supposed to be a better liar.”

Henry laughed at her response “are you calling me a liar? that’s a low blow.”

“I know I ain’t calling you a truther, that’s for sure.” She giggled back.

“Well, I just thought it could be fun, you know.” Henry sighed.

“but I’m already having fun this way.” y/n whined leaning her head against the sofa.

“Okay it was just an idea. Come here, lets finish this movie.” he said extending his hand for her to snuggle up to him again; she quickly did so.

Five minutes into the movie she couldn’t stop but feel guilty. He just wanted to do something nice for her, during this awful times. All they did all day was lay inside, cook, make love, eat some more, maybe workout but mostly cardio, walk Kal every night, watch every movie and tv show possible.

And now he comes up with a different idea and she had to be a lazy twat who isn’t willing to put on a dress for like an hour. When did she become so grumpy sounding like? How does he even put up with her? Well if that ain’t love I don’t know what else is she thought.

“fine, we will have a date tonight.” She mumbled against his chest; henry laughed. “don’t worry babe, we don’t have to it was just an idea.”

“I said we are having a date tonight so you better think what you will cook.”

Henry laughed “yes ma’am.”

Once the movie finished Henry got up making his way into the kitchen, yelling on his way “pick you up at 8 in our bedroom.” Y/n couldn’t help but laugh at her silly boy.

Y/n made her way upstairs into the bathroom. While the man cooks her some nice and healthy meal, she might as well enjoy a little bath time.

Once she got inside her nice and bubbly bath she started thinking what was she going to wear. How formal should she go? He did say it should be formal, but how formal though. But also, when she brought up not wearing sweats he didn’t say she could wear them meaning not that kind of formal.

Should she wear that black dress? Naah the times are already depressed enough for her to wear a black dress. What about that red cocktail one? No, she already wore that too many times for their dates. A white one? Eh, she is bound to spill some food or wine on herself so maybe not that.

Then it dawn on her; she had a perfect dress she never had a chance to wear, so why not tonight. It was sleeveless, long coral blue dress. A deep heart neckline, slit on the right side of the dress, all the way to her hip, right side of the top covered in silk the other in fabric; decorated with a little silk here and there.

It was actually a dress her mother made, and she never even tried it, so tonight will be that night.

She got out of the bath, combing her hair; she decided to tie it up into a high ponytail with few strands of her hair left down. She decided on light makeup, a little of bit of foundation and concealer to make her look human again. Tiny bit of glitter on her eyelids and only lip balm.

She knew henry way to well; he was bound to kiss her during their “date” and he hates when he has lipstick left on his lips, so for his sake she wears none; or she just forbids him from kissing her. Easy peasy lemon squeezy

Heels. Almost went barefoot; she decided for simple, low heel silver shoes.

she put on a perfume she knew henry preferred, silver earrings, a necklace and she was ready to go. She looked red carpet ready, sadly only their grey carpet in the living room would see her.

She looked herself up and down one more time in the mirror deciding she was ready. Does she need a purse? What would she put in, her phone? Well yeah, she needs her purse for her phone.

She looked at the clock and saw it was nearly 8. C’mon Mr. Cavill, the lady awaits.

Few moments later he opened the bedroom door smiling from ear to ear. “You look gorgeous.” Henry said smiling making his way towards her, but Y/n put her hand on her hip the other one out to stop him and took a step back. “So now you ain’t even gonna knock?”

Henry stopped in his tracks, looking at her confused, “why would I knock in my own house?”

“Because, Mr. Cavill, you were the one that wanted to have a formal date indoors and formal date you shall have. So now get out, knock and make this a proper date.” y/n said with a stoic face, never cracking a smile but henry wasn’t that lucky.

He had to bit his tongue to not burst out laughing; he only nodded and exited the room.

The moment he closed the doors she could hear him burst out in laughter and she couldn’t help but join in. after few more moments of their laughter, henry composed himself and knocked on the door.

y/n walked over and opened the door, taking in his appearance. His curls were messily put on one side of his face; his face was clean shaven even though she preferred when he had a little stubble going on; he was wearing his black tuxedo.

Only then she noticed he had a bouquet of roses in his hand, where did he get those, she wondered. He smiled and handed them to her. “You look gorgeous.” He smiled and brought her in for a quick kiss.

“You don’t look so bad yourself.”

He extended his arm and she took it, closing the doors behind her and following him down the stairs.

He dimmed the lights and along each step was a lit candle, creating a beautiful atmosphere. He smiled seeing her surprised reaction, but if she thought that was beautiful she wasn’t ready to see the dining room.

He decorated it with even more candles, adding flower paddles, which again made her wonder where he got those. On the table there were two plates, one across the other; two glasses on each side, one for one and one for water; a bottle of red wine sitting in ice; soft music playing from somewhere probably the tv in the living room, making this even better ambiance than any restaurant could pull off.

“wow.” Was all she managed to mutter out. “You really went all out didn’t you.”

“All the best for my lady.” Henry said kissing her one more time.

He pulled a chair out for her and disappeared into the kitchen, fetching their dinner, while Y/n put the flowers into the vase that was already on the table.

The smell of the food made her love it even before she saw what he had prepared.

He made her favourite dish and she couldn’t wait to devour it. They ate with a small chat here and there. Once they finished their food, he brought out the desert and she nearly melted; another one of her favourites, he knew her so well.

As they finished their desert, Henry got up and Y/n gave him a questioning look. He extended his hand asking, “May I have this dance with you?”

Y/n giggled admiring his old fashion ways; it was so sweet. Sadly, not many guys are like him left and she made sure to enjoy every gentlemen gesture he had instore.

“Yes, you may.” She replied and took his hand.

He walked them into the living room that was just as nicely decorated as the rest of the house. She was in awe, still not being able to comprehend when did she get so lucky to get herself a man like Henry.

She put her hands around his neck while he put his around the waist and they slowly swayed to the sound of the music.

She could’ve stayed like this forever, in the arms of the man she loved, she would never get bored; he was the only reason why she didn’t go nuts during the quarantine or cut her own hair.

“You know I love you right?” he asked and she only giggled. “and I love you too.” She replied.

He separated them so they could look into each other’s eyes, never losing the contact, still slowly swaying to the music.

“My whole life I felt like I’ve been searching for something; something more in my life, to fulfil me to, to be mine and mine forever. And I fulfilled that with Kal for a while, but that wasn’t enough, I wanted more, I needed more; until I found you. you spun my world around the moment I’ve seen you three years ago, in that bar, looking like a goddess in the sea of mortals. I knew nothing about you, yet I knew I needed you in my life, I knew you were just the thing I was looking for; and I went for it, and every night that I get to sleep next to you, I get to fall asleep with you in my arms, I thank God for giving me the courage to walk up to you. I never had a problem with walking up to any girl I wanted, but with you.” he paused and laughed a little, “You made me so self-conscious I nearly didn’t. but I did, and here we are today, three years later; happier than ever. I’ve never been so in love with a person as I have been with you. you make me a better man, a happier man. You get me out of the bed when I don’t want to see anyone, you make me smile when I only want to be grumpy. You make me want to live and be more, so I could be more with you. and that is why.”

he paused letting go of her, reaching his hand into his pocked and took out a small velvet box.

He got on one knee opening the box, revealing the most beautiful ring Y/n has ever seen. She was in so much shock, she just didn’t see this coming; her eyes were full of tears, her hand covering her mouth.

He looked at her, taking her other hand and smiled “I want to ask you if you will make me the happiest man alive and become my wife?”

A tear rolled down her face but she couldn’t find her voice from how surprised she was, to say that little word so she just nodded.

“Yes, yes, yes of course I will.” She said finding her voice.

He put the ring on her finger and kissed her passionately. “I love you so much.” He mumbled against her lips. “So fucking much.”

She tried to reply but she only choked on her tears so she kissed him again, providing an answer.

“Can’t wait to spend the eternity with the best woman on this planet.”

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Klaus x Powered Reader

Summary: Reader is part of the umbrella academy but came when they were 12 due to parents needing help for them, ya know controlling powers and whatnot. They can shapeshift into any animal and their senses are heightened n such.

Warnings: bloody, fighting bad guys, bit of Klaus fluff

You know that moment in a movie where they freeze frame and then the character says something like “you’re probably wondering how I ended up in this situation.”

Yeah with Klaus you have those moments more times then you could count. In fact, if you had a dollar for every time Klaus has gotten you into a freeze frame moment. (And you’ve thought about this often.)

You could probably afford a real nice apartment with actual food in its fridge. Instead of living at the Academy with some apples and Klaus’ latest alcoholic beverage.

But alas, here you are in a back alley as Klaus’ bodyguard waiting for some Italian mafia members to come get their money that he owes them. Well that’s what you’re assuming but Klaus insists they’re just some moody tough guys. Okay sure.

You watch Klaus as he paces back and forth in front of you counting his cash for about the 50th time in the past 10 minutes.

Klaus stops abruptly and turns to you with a smile, “You know what I love about you, Y/N, every time I think things could get worse I look at your pretty face and I know you got me.”

Sighing in knowing annoyance you look up at him, “Are you short.”

Klaus snorts, “No actually I’m pretty long.” He says with wink.

You look up to the sky trying not to crack, you couldn’t give him the satisfaction even if it was funny, not the time or place. Especially considering his dumbass is short some cash he definitely owes very soon.

You look over to Klaus again and raise an eyebrow.

“Alright how much?”

He twiddles is fingers while avoiding your curious gaze. “Oh you know...a couple hundred or so.”

“So that’s why I’m here, emotional support my ass”, You say rolling your eyes a bit amused nonetheless.

Klaus may be an idiot but he’s funny and kind and you love him. Also you do enjoy beating up gangsters or whoever these thugs of the hour are.

Folding your arms while giving Klaus a smirk you tell him, “Well your friends better get their asses here cause when they do. I’m gonna knock their teeth in for making us wait in this shit ally. I’ve been suppressing the urge to vomit for 10 minutes.”

He nods in agreement, glad you’re not about to rip him a new one for his latest antics.

“Wait, does it really smell that bad, I mean the dumpster is at the other end of the ally.” He says in confusion.

You put your hands on your hips glancing at the dumpster and then focusing on Klaus.

“I’ve got the whole animal kingdom inside me Klaus, I know you can kinda smell that dumpster from here, but listen. For me it’s 1000x worse and let me tell you it doesn’t smell like a bath and body works around here.”

Klaus laughs scratching the back of his head, “Right, right, sorry.”

Suddenly a sketchy looking black car rolls into the ally, coming to a halt as three angry looking men walk out. Clearly hiding something within their coats, the “leader” it seems steps up and speaks.

“You betta have that 1,000 you owe us right fucking now you little theif, I don’t appreciate you takin’ my mother’s gold necklace, rest her soul.” He growls.

Klaus raises his hands up, “Listen buddy, you stole that from your own mother at her funeral...and let me tell you she’s not to happy about it.” He says looking to his left where you assume this guys dead mother is standing.

The bald guy behind him shakes his head and says, “So fuckin what? We needed that shit for other important purposes raccoon eyes.”

Klaus now lost as to where this situation is about to turn looks over at you clearly needing assistance. While mouthing “help me”.

Walking past him you hold your hands up showing you have nothing to hide, “Now that’s not very nice, a real shit personality, your mother would be very disappointed in how you’ve turned out. Cause let’s be honest it’s not like your looks are doing anything for you either.” You say snickering trying to see how they’ll react.

The first guy smirks reaching into his coat to pull out a nasty looking knife. “See this right here, I’m a good old fashioned man, I don’t believe in guns.”

You raise your eyebrows at him, “Oh well in that case we should all be quite relieved then.”

Looking behind him you notice as his two friends pull their own weapons out, which consists of a hammer and some type of meat hook.

“Klaus couldn’t have picked an easier bunch of idiots to fuck up then these psychos.” You thought.

The bald one begins to move brushing past the first guy looking like he’s seeing red.

“Jesus, man I didn’t mean to offend, I’m just making friendly conversation.” You muse.

Baldy begins to charge holding up his hammer ready to strike. “Come here you bitch, that’s my husband you’re talking to.”

He swings as you side step him, tripping him as he falls directly onto the concrete. Conveniently dropping the hammer in the process. Klaus being the ever troublesomely fantastic sidekick, picks up the hammer and throws it at you.

Gripping the hammer tightly, baldy rises from the ground faster then you’d expected mouth bloody and boiling with rage.

But in a hot second his bearded buddy in crime sprints towards you with his meat hook seemingly out of nowhere.

Klaus yells for you to watch out but you didn’t even need to look, this guys heart beat is louder then a firework and you’re faster then a viper, your senses on overload. As you turn around in record time to grab the guys right arm with the meat hook.

With your left hand tight around this guys beefy one you hold on and push his assault giving him more power. Effectively fulfilling your plan and leading the hook right into baldys chest. Who was fortunately running towards you.

A split second later with the hammer in your right hand you swing it forcefully into the guys shins. Hearing a sweet sickly crunch sound and the wild howls protruding from your assailants throat.

“Sorry I didn’t know you were married.”

“Fuck you!” He screams.

You look up hearing the sting of metal being swung in the wind, to see a knife heading straight for your throat.

With lighting reflexes you grab his wrist, the knife inches from your vulnerable skin.

Klaus gasps in the background terrified and relieved at not getting your throat slit.

You turn your fingernails to sharp cat-like claws that dig dangerously into his flesh, causing hot blood to drip out. The man drops the knife and grimaces in pain.

“I don’t know about you but I don’t think my boyfriend owes you three motherfuckers shit.” You growl, eyes beginning to glow an electric blue while the whites of your eyes shift to black, something that happens when you start to use your power.

“Fuck you, and fuck that thieving piece of junky shit crying in the corner.”

Your mood darkens, “Wrong answer.”

Letting go of his bloody wrist you grip his throat with your left hand lifting him off the ground. He begins to choke and struggles against your tight grasp.

“I know you’ve heard of me from other friends of yours, so listen very closely. If you touch Klaus again or anyone else around here who’s just trying to survive in this city. I won’t be so generous next time. Or maybe I should rip your fucking face off right now.” You squeeze tighter drawing blood.

“Y/N.”  Klaus says softly.

“Let’s go home.” He asks with pleading eyes and you snap back to reality smelling the iron scent of blood on your hands.

Sometimes you can get carried away feeling the rush of the hunt, a taxing side affect of your power, one you’ve always struggled to control.

Letting the man go he slumps to the ground coughing and sucking in straggled breaths.

“ Alright, me..me and the boys...won’t do nothing....you have my...my word....no bullshit nothing....I swear.”

“Good cause your friends are gonna need more then some stitches.”

You quickly leave the ally and start walking down the street towards the Academy.

Breathing heavily, you look up at Klaus who’s at your side as you start to feel a bit embarrassed that he saw you lose it a little.

He holds onto your arms stopping you, “Don’t worry, we’ll have a bath and watch some movies...hey you like that Museum one?”

“The Night at the Museum.” You say smiling still feeling off.

Klaus’ face lights up, “Yeah that one, with the big T-Rex skeleton and President Roosevelt on a horse.”

He links your arms together and you both begin walking again.

“Y/N, I’m not afraid of you, you know. I never have been, I actually find it pretty sexy of you to beat up bad guys for me and keep the neighborhood safe-er. Ben thinks so too, minus the sexy part of course. Only I get to enjoy that.”

You relax more into his side and once again start to feel a bit more at ease with yourself.

“Oh wait a second, here put these sunglasses on, your eyes are still playing mood rings with us. Don’t wanna freak out the civilians” He laughs.

“Thanks, I did wonder why that kid back there looked like he just saw a ghost.”

Klaus winks, “Maybe he did, cough cough..Ben...cough cough.”

“You’re an ass.” You say while rolling your eyes

“Yes indeed my love but remember I deal with the supernatural of all sorts, from ghosts to monsters, nothing phases me.” Klaus states proudly.

You laugh, “ Okay Van Helsing, this monster wants a bath with her hunter then.”

Klaus kisses your cheek, “That can be arranged my dear.”

Smiling up at him you hold him tighter and think to yourself how weird your life is, but you wouldn’t change it for anything.

- okay wow alright, first story ever I hope it’s good or at least some people like it. It was honestly fun to write ngl.

[prolestariwrites]

Triple Play

➔Fandom: Resident Evil ➔Rating: Explicit ➔Characters: Chris Redfield, Jill Valentine, Carlos Oliveira

➔Summary: Chris and Jill have been partners for years, but he never actually considered her a woman before. When he finds out more about her dating life than he ever wanted to know, it starts to make him re-evaluate his own (lack of) love life. Beta read by @solynacea. 

My first RE fic, and of course it’s a smut oneshot! Hope you all like it. It’s also on AO3, so visit me there!

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Chris remembers that Jill is a woman about two years after Raccoon City. They are finishing up a briefing and looking forward to a few days off when Capriotti makes a joke about Jill wearing lipstick. He hadn’t noticed himself, and turns his head to see that she is, indeed, wearing some color of pink on her lips. She’s also wearing eye makeup, subtle but there, and a shimmering top under her jacket. He guesses he didn’t pay close enough attention earlier, just acknowledging her when she arrived and launching into the gains they’d made until the meeting wrapped up.

Capriotti cracks a joke about a hot date, and Jill replies slyly, “Don’t you know it.”

Chris frowns as the others guys laugh. “Who is it?” Capriotti pushes.

“Yeah, I asked you out like five times,” Sami complains.

Jill makes a face. “How do you know it’s a guy?”

“It’s not?” Capriotti howls, half laughing and half in shock. “You’re not serious!”

“You afraid I’m getting more pussy than you?” she jokes.

The group continues to laugh but Chris tunes out. Jill is…? Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but how didn’t he know? Should he have known? He wishes he didn’t know now.

He gives her a little signal as the group heads out and she walks over to where he stands at the head of the table. “What’s up?” she asks.

“Uh…” Chris clears his throat, looking up to check and make sure the rest are gone. “I was just wondering… I mean, I didn’t know you were a lesbian.”

Jill’s eyes go wide and then she bursts out laughing. “Are you kidding me? I was just messing with those guys.”

“Okay. Not that you couldn’t be. I was just surprised you hadn’t mentioned it.”

Chris’s face is hot but Jill just shrugs. “Not like we have time to date. Or talk about dating. I guess it never came up.” She laughs again and shakes her head. “But no, I’m not a lesbian. If I change my mind, though, you’ll be the first to know.”

She’s teasing him, he can tell that much, but he stammers a bit as he asks, “So, who are you seeing? Someone I know?”

“Yes, actually,” she replies, with a little grin. “Carlos Oliveira.”

“Oliveira?” Chris repeats, his brows drawing together. “The guy from Raccoon City? The Umbrella guy?”

“He’s not the Umbrella guy,” Jill corrects. “But yes, him. He’s with the UN now doing anti-terrorism work. And we actually both have time off together for once, so I’m spending it with him.”

Chris nods, still trying to wrap his mind around the idea. “Didn’t realize you had stayed in touch.”

She gives a shrug. “We see each other when we can. I like him. He’s not at all like most of the guys I meet. They either want to see Miss Badass become their sex slave or want me to step on their balls.”

He goes red again at the idea. “What?”

“You know what I mean. But Carlos just wants me. It’s refreshing.” She tilts her head for a second, considering him. “You should have some fun while we have a few days off. Go out on a date or something.”

“I date,” he argues. Jill gives him a look that shows she definitely doesn’t believe that at all, so he hurries to clarify, “Plus, like you said, we don’t have time for it.”

She pats him on the arm and turns for the door. “Anything else? I have reservations.”

“No, but does that mean we’re not meeting Tuesday?” he asks.

Jill shoots him a look over her shoulder. “No, we’re not meeting on Tuesday. I’m on vacation. As are you. So no check-in this week. Plus,” she adds with a grin, “if I’m lucky, I won’t be able to walk by then.”

He makes a face, and she laughs as she heads out the door. The room is blessedly silent, but that leaves Chris with his thoughts, which are now filled with Jill on a date and that is just too weird for him. So he picks up his stuff and heads out, hurrying back to his apartment.

Yet all the way up the elevator his brain can’t stop thinking. Jill, and that guy? His partner Jill, Jill who could shoot a zombie right between the eyes at twenty yards, Jill who was the only one on the team who didn’t throw up in the sewer when they were chasing a monster that had been mutated with three different virus strains? Jill. Dating Carlos.

Chris had met him, of course, after Raccoon City. The second he had gotten word of what went down, he caught the first flight back to the States to find the rest of S.T.A.R.S. Hearing that his sister had headed that way only made his panic worse, so when he arrived at the Red Cross encampment, he was only able to stay long enough to find out that almost everyone was dead before he was getting pulled to go work. Jill had seemed fine, shaken and exhausted but okay, and she had introduced him to Carlos, saying he had saved her. But Chris’ eyes went immediately to the red and white emblem on his shoulder, and barely heard another word as he promised to check in once he got a hold of Claire.

That guy? It’s so hard to picture. He’s not even Jill’s type. Jill’s type is…

Chris draws a blank. She’s mentioned dating before, right? He frowns as the elevator slows. Maybe, maybe not? But he knows for sure she’d never go for that type, the tall-dark-and-handsome or whatever. Too cliche.

Why do you care? his brain scoffs. Not like he’s interested, which he is not. Chris clears his throat, thinking that’s even weirder. Jill is… Jill. Not a sister really, not like Claire, because he doesn’t have the undeniable instinct to protect her at any cost. He doesn’t need to, because Jill can do fine on her own. Jill is his buddy. His partner. His pal. So why do you care?

“I don’t,” he says aloud, as the elevator doors open.

There are two agents on the other side who give him a funny look, and he sheepishly steps around them. He heads to his apartment in the officers’ building, relieved when he’s finally inside. Almost two weeks off, maybe a bit more if the world doesn’t end and they aren’t needed back immediately, and Chris decides he’s going to enjoy it. He’s going to relax and do some reading and… something. He’s got two weeks to figure it out.

Go out on a date or something.

He huffs at that as he moves around his kitchen, making some pasta. Date who? Nobody on the team, and everyone else is either under him or over him, so it’s all too awkward. There is the staff at the agency who keep the machine working, and he remembers Lisa from lab reception. “See? I date,” he says to the empty apartment. He had taken Lisa out to dinner after she had dropped some subtle hints at being interested, like “Do you want to get dinner sometime?” Chris grins smugly at himself as he stirs macaroni. The relationship didn’t really go anywhere after a few months; too hard to be away for days or weeks at a time, even though Lisa was good-natured about it. She was sweet in bed too, but not exactly his style. “I date,” he says again, as if to confirm.

The pasta and sauce are ready so he takes his bowl to the living room to find a game to watch. This is how you enjoy a vacation, he decides. Feet up, comfort food, America’s pastime on television. He sinks into the cushions as the third inning starts, feeling satisfied. Better this than getting all dolled up to go out, get sweaty, and meet someone for a night that goes nowhere.

Yet all that thinking about Jill and Carlos and Lisa has made him realize it has been a while. A real long while, and when he puts aside his empty bowl his mind starts to wander. His hand rubs against his crotch, soothing the erection growing underneath his sweats, and he thinks about Lisa. Lisa with the blond curls and the little dimple on her left ass cheek. She liked him on top, but he pictures her on his lap, dragging her fingers through his hair. It’s her hand that is fisting his cock, and Chris lets go a grunt as he lifts his hips to tug the waistband down enough to free it, giving in to the fantasy.

He sighs and tilts his head back, almost feeling her hair brushing his face as she strokes him boldly. But Lisa was never exactly bold in bed, so when he opens his mind’s eye it’s not her, but Jill on his lap. She’s wearing a t-shirt pulled too tight over her chest, and when his free hand reaches out to grab onto her hip, he realizes she’s wearing nothing else.

Jill says his name with her signature smirk before kissing him, and in his confusion he accepts. His hand moves faster, the end inevitable now, and he wonders how her lean body would feel against his, so much tighter and stronger than Lisa’s soft little self. His fingers dig into his thigh just as they would dig into her hip and he comes, pleasure sharp and intense and unexpected as it runs down his fingers.

Chris opens his eyes, breathing heavily as he shakes himself back to reality. “What the fuck?” he laughs, sitting up slowly to reach for the box of tissues. He might as well be in goddamn eighth grade, getting lost in a vivid daydream like that and not having the sense to prep for cleanup. What the hell is wrong with him?

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Four days later, Chris is bored. A guy like him who is used to action doesn’t do well without anything to keep him occupied. He works out and goes shopping and works out some more, but after going down to the bar around the corner for a drink and dinner, he realizes that vacation isn’t all it’s cracked up to be. And it’s too late now to call Claire and invite her somewhere, especially since she’s in California or something.

He needs to get out of this rut, so Chris makes a decision. He sends an email to the team and invites everyone over for poker the next night. He grins as one acceptance after another comes through, jokes ranging from Captain? You dying or something? to Get your money ready, making him chuckle. But then he is surprised when Jill emails him too: I’d love to come, alright if I bring Carlos?

It’s fine, he answers back, but what happened to not being able to walk?

It takes a full five minutes to get an answer back, and Chris smirks to himself at being able to surprise Jill Valentine. But eventually she does answer: I’m a girl of many talents. Damn her.

The next night is plenty fun. He splurges on the good beer and even an excellent bottle of bourbon, figuring if he can’t spend his salary on booze, what else is there? Peterson brings cigars and there are eight of them that wind up playing, including Carlos, who fits right in with the group well enough that Chris can pretty much ignore him and the way his hand sits on Jill’s thigh.

They play a few rounds but they end up talking more than looking at cards, so the game evolves into a proper party of drinking and stories. Chris orders pizza and when it arrives, the crowd gathers in his kitchen to eat and he realizes Jill is missing. He heads down the hallway to check the bathroom but finds it empty. So is his office, and curious, he pokes his head into the bedroom. That’s also empty, but he hears something in the master bath, and without even thinking he walks through the room and opens the door.

Chris finds them alright. Carlos is fucking her against his sink, their arms locked around one another, her shirt pushed up and her jeans dangling from one knee and his jeans in a puddle around his ankles. He comes to a stop as his eyes go wide, watching in a weird moment of frozen time, noticing how they’ve knocked over his little container of cotton swabs and that the mirror is steamed up from their breath. Then Jill gives a yelp that shakes him back to present, and he gets a quick glance of Carlos’ dick pulling out of her flushed folds before yelling, “Shit, sorry!” and promptly closing the door.

He is sure his face is red when he returns to the others, but they must assume it’s the alcohol because no one says anything. Jill and Carlos join them a few minutes later, and he feels distracted, not because of what they were doing, but because he is oddly curious if they finished or not.

The evening winds down and everyone helps clean up a bit before they say their goodbyes, and somehow he ends up alone with Jill and Carlos as the only ones left. “Let me help you with this stuff,” she says, and he notes the blush on her cheeks as she fills her arms with empty bottles and cups and walks to the kitchen.

Chris is about to go after her when Carlos pats him on the arm. “Hey, man,” he says. “Sorry about earlier.”

He shakes his head. “No, it’s fine.”

“I’m so embarrassed.” Jill reappears, laughing and shaking her head. “That was not the right place or time.”

“Didn’t think anyone would catch us if we snuck off,” Carlos offers, laughing too. “You scared the hell out of us though.”

“Sorry.” Chris chuckles, thinking that this should be awkward and glad that it’s not. “Hey, at least the place saw some action. Not like there’s a lot going on in that department.”

He gives another laugh, but the other two don’t find the humor. “Don’t say that,” Carlos replies. “Guy like you is probably beating the girls off with a stick.”

“Not exactly,” Chris says. He pushes a chair under the table to cover his embarrassment. “But really, it’s fine.”

“I take full responsibility.” Carlos puts a hand up as if swearing an oath. “It was all my idea. I just can’t keep my hands off her.”

“Carlos!” Jill scolds, holding her forehead in her hand.

He points at her with a grin. “Hey, it’s not my fault. You’re fucking gorgeous. And your ass in those jeans? I mean what is a man supposed to do with that?” He turns to Chris with a smile. “I mean, you know what I mean, right man?”

“Chris doesn’t think like that,” Jill teases. “He is too respectful.”

“Well you’re disrespectful in those jeans.”

“Carlos.”

“I don’t,” Chris interjects. They both turn from their fun to look at him, and he hurries on, “I mean, think that way about Jill.”

Carlos makes a face. “What? Are you telling me you two never…?”

“Never!” laughs Jill.

“I’m surprised,” he says. “I wouldn’t be able to do a thing if I looked at her all day.”

Chris shrugs. “Sorry. I just never thought of her like that.” He glances over, surprised that she is frowning. “What? Are you mad or something?”

“No,” she protests. “But you didn’t have to be so adamant about it.”

He opens his mouth to argue before he remembers that he did, in fact, think of Jill that way, just the other day, not three feet from where they were all standing. “So you want me to then?” he laughs.

Jill rolls her eyes. “I don’t care if you do or not. All I’m saying is that if you did, you wouldn’t have to be ashamed of it.”

Chris clears his throat. “We’re partners. Not exactly appropriate.”

She sighs and walks towards him, her arms folded. “Chris, when are you gonna get over bullshit like what’s appropriate? We spend our whole lives fighting biological weapons, killing monsters, saving people. Every single day. We leave here on each mission not knowing if we’re coming back. Not knowing who is going to get infected or shot or bitten, if you’re going to have to pull the trigger or if I am.” Jill is standing in front of him now, barely an inch away, and he searches her face, wondering when this turned serious. “So when I’m not killing monsters and hunting people who want to see me dead or worse, I’m going to do what I want. I’m not spending the time I do have worrying about what’s appropriate. And if I want to have sex with someone, then I’m going to fucking have sex.”

He gives a huff, not quite a laugh, not sure what she’s trying to say. “I understand,” he replies.

“Do you?”

Now it’s his turn to roll his eyes. “Yes. As a matter of fact, I did think about you like that. Jerked off to it too.”

The words are out before he can stuff them back in, and his eyes go wide the second they are released. Panic rises in his throat for the longest second of his life as Jill’s mouth opens in an O of surprise; but then she smiles and presses her palms to his chest. “Did you really?” she asks.

“Yeah,” he chokes out.

Jill then does the last thing he expects. She leans up and kisses him, pressing her mouth firmly on his, one of her hands moving to cup the back of his neck. She should be slapping him or something, calling their supervisor, maybe shooting him? But instead she tilts her head and gives his lower lip a little bite, and a split second later he puts his arms around her waist and pulls her against him.

Her mouth opens and his follows suit. Her tongue rolls into his mouth, sliding along his, sending a little thrill up his spine. Chris realizes he had been right; she feels nothing like anyone else, her body somehow both solid and light as he presses her firmly to him.

Jill breaks the kiss suddenly, and he stares at her in shock as she blinks up at him. “Is this okay?” she asks.

Chris is about to answer when she looks to the side, and he realizes she’s talking to Carlos. He gives a start, releasing his grip; how did he forget Carlos was standing there and watching? The guy will deck him for sure.

Carlos nods, a little smile on his face. “Yeah. It’s all good.”

A million and one questions instantly flood his mind but her mouth is on his again, and Chris can’t deny the absolutely undeniable pull she has. Jill has always been like this, hasn’t she? Like a rocket, or an anchor, or a little beacon that pulses and makes people shut up and listen.

Which is what he should be doing now instead of listing adjectives in his head. “Sit,” she says, and Chris realizes she’s pulled him to the couch. Her hands push his shirt up and he helps her remove it before he sits, and Jill steps between his legs, leaning down to slide her touch along his arms.

“You good?” she asks, and her concern is almost touching.

“Yeah,” he replies.

He watches with great interest as she unbuttons her jeans and shimmies out of them, pulling her underwear down with them. Chris’ heart beats faster to see her slim thighs that curve up into perfect hips, his favorite part of a woman. Her stomach is flat with the hint of muscle underneath, her waist tiny and trim and making him start to get hard before his eyes even fall to the place between her thighs. As if she knows, Jill presses her hand against her sex, rubbing herself as she climbs onto his lap.

Her knees straddle him and she reaches for her shirt, but Chris stops her. This is it, his fantasy that he had conjured, and he takes a minute to just enjoy Jill Valentine half naked on his lap and the tight anticipation of what her chest is going to look like bare and what she is going to feel like sliding onto his dick. His hands press against her thighs and he slides them up, tracing the path his eyes took over hips and stomach and waist until he grazes the underside of her bra.

Jill shifts on his lap and Chris catches sight of Carlos. He is leaning against the table where they played cards on the other side of the room, just watching, his hand rubbing himself on the outside of his jeans. And fuck is that hot, knowing he’s watching and enjoying as he gets ready to fuck his girlfriend—what the fuck is wrong with him? He’s not this kind of guy, he doesn’t do kinky shit like this, he doesn’t get off on having sex in front of people or fucking his partner or having sex without at least buying dinner first and the pizza didn’t count at all.

“Hey,” Jill murmurs, tilting his chin up. “You still with me?”

“We really doing this?” he asks stupidly.

She snorts. “Yeah. If you want to.”

Fuck-shit-damn yes he wants to, his cock is like steel now at the very idea. He wants to do this. He wants to give up control and hand it over, stop playing by rules that don’t work and write some of his own. He wants to stop being in charge for one night and let someone else make decisions, wants to follow instead of lead, wants to be anyone other than Chris Redfield, special agent. He wants to fuck the girl every man wants as her boyfriend watches, and that nearly short circuits his thinking.

So maybe it’s not such a surprise that he says the dumbest sentence ever uttered, one that later he’ll think about and want to kick his own ass. “But you’ve already had sex tonight.”

Carlos chuckles from where he stands and Jill laughs along, stroking his cheek. “I got a special dispensation from the president,” she says, before sealing her mouth on his in a kiss.

She is cool and light against him, and Carlos was right, her ass is perfect. He grips her backside and squeezes as she grinds on his lap. Jill groans into his mouth and Chris realizes it’s because she’s rubbing herself against his erection, pressing up in a hard tent at the front of his jeans. Her fingers stroke against his shoulders and down his chest, running through the hair there and tracing along his pecs until they move lower, outlining his abdominals. She rolls her hips again and again and he can feel her getting his jeans wet, or maybe that’s him? Either way, he lets go of her long enough to open them, needing the relief more than ever.

Jill moves up on her knees to let him slide his pants down his hips, and she uses the opportunity to pull her t-shirt off over her head. Now she is left in only her bra, a lacy red thing that is so opposite of everything he knows about her that he can only stop and stare. He reaches up to carefully pull one cup down to expose her pink nipple, rubbing his thumb against the hard bud.

There is moisture leaking from the tip of his cock, and Jill uses it to stroke him, her hand tight as she pumps his length with quick, firm movements. Chris leans forward to lick her nipple, then presses his lips to her body, sucking lightly. Someone like her, would she even like the normal stuff? But she sighs in response, her other hand pressing to the back of his head to keep him there, and Chris uses his teeth and tongue to tease her until she is rubbing her sex against his.

Jill gives a groan, and he looks up to see that Carlos has moved behind her. He cups her chin up and to the side, his curls falling a bit to cover their kiss. Chris freezes momentarily, but then Carlos pulls away with a playful bite to her lip. “Does he feel good?” he murmurs.

“I can’t wait anymore,” Jill pants.

Carlos reaches into his pocket and pulls out a condom, handing it to her between two fingers. Jill snatches it and smiles at Chris as she tears it open, and he leans back on the couch, pressing his hands to the cushion. He watches in a sort of daze as she rolls it down his length, anticipation tightening his stomach as she leans up and angles him against her body before finally sinking down around him.

Chris lets out a hiss of pleasure as he throws his head back. Jill’s mouth is hot on his neck as she works to take him in, but with her slick body and the lubricated condom he slips inside with little trouble. She squeezes tightly around him, nearly taking his ability to breathe, before she pulls back and braces her hands on his shoulders.

When she starts to move, he risks a peek, groaning as the sight of her sends a jolt of excitement straight through his cock. Carlos is kissing her shoulder, undoing her bra and pulling it down her arms to toss it away before he grabs her bare breasts. She reaches up one arm to wrap around his neck as the other digs hard into Chris’ shoulder, and he watches in rapt attention as she fucks him while Carlos fondles her chest, delivering open mouthed kisses along her neck. Chris reaches up and presses his hands to her waist, dragging them over her hips as his eyes go downwards and giving another groan when his gaze falls on where they are joined, his cock disappearing in between her lips.

Jill stops the roll of her hips momentarily, keeping him buried inside of her, and he can feel her nearly pulsing around him. “She’s close,” Carlos says roughly, and Chris’ eyes snap up to his when he realizes he’s talking to him.

“Already?” he pants. Carlos nods, and Chris huffs a laugh. “So am I.”

Jill grins, opening her eyes as she bites her lower lip. “Can’t let this end too fast.”

She pushes off of him to stand, and Chris swallows a protest, his cock bobbing when it is released. But Jill grabs his pants and pulls them down his legs, and once they are removed she kneels on the carpet, carefully pulling the condom away. “I bet you taste delicious,” she says, and his eyes nearly roll back into his head when she lowers her lips onto his length.

Jill sucks him hungrily, making his head spin. Chris jerks upwards into her mouth, but fists his hands into the couch to let her work. Behind her, Carlos has pulled out his own cock and is stroking it freely, watching with dark, hooded eyes. “You’re so beautiful,” he groans before going down on his knees.

As Carlos pushes her thighs apart and pulls her hips upwards, her moan vibrates along his cock as she swallows him completely. Her eyes squeeze shut as she sucks for as long as she can before coming up for breath, panting against his wet length as Carlos starts to fuck her from behind. “Slow,” she pants, and Carlos instantly eases his pace. Her eyes meet Chris’ and stay there as she rolls her tongue around the head of his cock; then she is swallowing him again, the sensation nearly driving him mad with desire. It strikes him that he never understood before why someone would want it like this, least of all a woman, finding porn like this vulgar and strange: but now he realizes that it’s because she’s in control, with two men ready to worship her body, and Chris is willing to give her anything in this moment.

Soon he is close again, and he hisses her name. Jill pulls off and grips his cock, stroking him quickly as her mouth drops down to press her tongue against his sac. Carlos starts to move faster, drawing a whine from Jill’s throat, and when she shudders against him, Chris realizes she’s coming. It sends him right over the edge, his body tightening almost painfully before his seed spills out in a great spurt that she quickly moves her mouth to swallow. Carlos holds her firmly by the waist as she trembles, but Chris can only focus on her lips sliding along his cock in time with the pulsing that rocks deeply through him. He lifts his hips to push in further with the final waves of pleasure, and Jill swallows him with a sigh that she releases when he finally slides his cock from her mouth.

Carlos pulls her closer to him, and he muffles a groan against her shoulder as he jerks his hips. Jill looks up at Chris, their eyes locking as she licks her lips, and Chris swallows thickly, knowing Carlos is finishing inside of her. His erection is softening, but not nearly as fast as it usually does, and when she turns her face to kiss Carlos and he watches her tongue slide into his mouth, his cock jerks uncomfortably.

She laughs a bit when Carlos finally releases her. “Damn,” Carlos sighs, rubbing her arms. “So fucking hot. Told ya, man.”

He is grinning at Chris, who nods, rubbing the palm of his hand on his forehead. “Yeah,” he agrees lamely.

It feels so damn awkward now, but the other two don’t seem fazed, climbing to their feet as they chuckle together. Carlos yanks up his jeans before grabbing Jill, pulling her into a deep kiss as Chris looks up and watches. He remembers how he couldn’t believe they’d be together just days ago, and now he knows what an absolute idiot he is.

“Carlos and I are driving down the coast tomorrow,” Jill says, turning to look at him as Carlos kisses her neck. “Do you want to come? Spend a few days on the beach?”

“With you two?” he asks stupidly. Carlos lifts his head and Chris holds up a hand. “Yeah. Dumb question. Sorry.”

He stands awkwardly, wanting to put on some clothes, but Jill slides her hand over his hip. “Well? Do you want to come?”

The question makes his neck heat, and he nods. “Sure. Why not.”

“Good,” Carlos says.

They banter a bit as they get dressed, Chris just listening as he tries to figure out what to say. He spots the condom on the floor and quickly picks it up, and when he returns from throwing it away Carlos is at the door, grabbing his jacket. “Hey,” Jill says, stepping up to press her hand on his chest, just like she had before. “You good?”

“Yeah,” Chris answers. “I’m fine.”

“Be ready by ten.” Then she gives him a wink and they head out the door, Carlos slinging his arm around her shoulder as he gives a wave.

The door shuts behind them, leaving the apartment in silence and Chris standing with his pants half undone. “See? I have sex,” he says to the room.

[echo-three-one]

Whatever It Takes

Previous Chapter : Alex - Resurgence

Alex is now assigned to the 141 with the task of defeating Nero. Meanwhile, the Scottish Solider, John "Soap" MacTavish is tasked to train the newest addition to the squad. Will he be able to prepare her for the rescue mission bound to happen soon? Why am I asking you questions? Are you really reading this bit of text?

Chapter 2 to another story made by Ray (echo-three-one) Comments and Reviews appreciated! I hope you enjoy! Love you all ❤️

F.N.G.

John "Soap" MacTavish

Task Force 141

Task Force 141 Headquarters - Briefing Room

Nero. 

This was John's first official target after being moved to the 141. He was excited and terrified at the same time. He wanted to run another round at the Obstacle Course right after this brief. He wanted to be 100% fit for this job. He learned a lot at Verdansk and realized that he always had to be ready for the worst.

The briefing ended with Captain Price calling him over. John easily followed the British Captain as they huddled for a small discussion.

"Hey lad. Heard you're beating everyone's records in the training room." Price chuckled and tapped his shoulder, his thick moustache wiggled on his every word.

"Anything to get me in top shape, Sir." he humbly replied, grinning a little at the praise he gave him.

"I got a little task for you. See that girl over there?" he pointed toward a soldier in uniform by the chairs, her straight black hair fell as she took off her baseball hat.

"Aye. What about her." John questioned, his eyes focused on the subject hand.

"General Shepherd wants her in at the last minute. Just make sure she's ready for tomorrow." Price whispered as he quietly left and made his way toward the other members.

"Is she-" John leaned and realized Price already left. 

"Bloody Great." he muttered as he crossed his arms, Price already left. 

John joined the rest of the team involved in the Nero case as they walked a straight line across the hallway, each slowly dispersing to wherever they were needed to be, until such time that the only ones left were Gary or Roach, Alex, the CIA from Verdansk who lost his leg in a fight somewhere, and the new girl.

"Soap?" Gary called. The fellow ex-sergeant looked at him as if he wanted to ask a favor.

"Whatcha got there Roach?" Soap replied, his accent articulated each word quickly.

"I've got my hands full escorting Alex to his quarters. Do you mind sending France here to the training grounds? Price told me you were going that way, anyway." Gary asked politely, scratching the back of his head.

Soap nodded. He's going to help her train anyway, so that's two birds in one stone.

"Aye. I'll take care of her." Soap spoke quickly, nodding at the two as they make their way to their destination. 

"Cool guy huh, wonder what happened to his leg." France mused. Soap rolled his eyes toward her not tilting his head.

"Heard he had to manually detonate a chain of c4 charges. Everyone initially thought he died due to the explosion." Soap replied as he gestured her to follow him to the training area, whose entrance was at the far side of the building.

The walk was too quiet but Soap was sure she's following. Her footsteps echoed the halls right after his steps. He wasn't the best at meeting people but he tried his best to get comfortable, she's going to be a teammate after all.

"So, what's your deal here?" he spoke, his voice echoed across the empty halls.

"What?" she replied.

"You heard me." was all he said.

"Stealth tactics and close combat." She muttered. MacTavish raised his eyes and nodded in acknowledgement. 

"Hmm. We're going to be playing in an open field soon. What made Shepherd think you're up for this?" his question was out of sheer curiosity but the female soldier furrowed her brows and took it differently.

"Maybe he thinks I'm that good." she retorted, emphasizing the word 'that'. 

Soap stopped on his tracks and turned to her, 

at this angle she could only see his left eye, noting the scar that ran across his eyebrows down to his upper cheek.

"Then why are we heading to the training room? You could just take a rest or something. Relax that best condition of yours." he complained. France stared at her angrily, his overall attitude towards her was questionable, and she expected Gary's words were true, guess he lied or he was wrong.

"Formality." she said, her voice felt it was holding back emotion.

"Aye. Then let's go." John turned back and continued walking to the training area. His mind was silently tracking her steps is she's still following. He couldn't help but sigh at the attitude he showed earlier, but what can he say? He wasn't good at people and it's something he wished to improve on here at the 141.

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"Switching to your sidearm is faster than reloading." he muttered over France who was halfway through the course. He couldn't see it but he felt her roll her eyes as if saying, "I know that already." as she coursed through the area, shooting enemies and evading civilians. When she said she was great at stealth and close combat, she wasn't lying. Soap noticed how she smoothly maneuvered through the area, she knew which walls to hug, which enemies needed to be killed first to allow space and which spots would be the weakest and easiest to breach through. Soap was utterly impressed by her skills and now realized why Shepherd insisted on adding her last minute. This lass got some skill.

"1 minute and forty three seconds. Pretty good for your first." Soap mused noting her time.

"Let's-"

"Wait." she panted, catching her breath and looked at the board.

"I wanna go again." she exhaled. Soap turned his head in confusion.

"Okay. Then ready up." he casually instructed her as she made her way back to the start of the course.

"I'm never leaving this place until I get to that top spot." she waved and jogged to the start of the course. MacTavish chuckled.

"You could try." he boasted, but she was far enough for her to hear him. And that was what he intended.

Second try. Soap noticed a sudden spike in her efforts clearing the first area in as early as twenty seconds. Soap actually felt nervous, he wasn't rooting for her to beat him but at the same time he wanted her to… A little competition wouldn't hurt. He thought to himself

"Stop." she panted.

"Forty-five." He muttered, trying not to sound impressed.

"Another one." she panted.

"You sure? Don't over exert yourself." he replied.

"Just give me water." France demanded, lowering her rifle on the desk. Soap turned to her and nodded.

"Fine. It's over there. I'll bring you there." 

"Great." 

"What did you do to get that record? I tried it twice and I can't find a quicker route without taking a lot of time." she asked as she placed the cup on the desk.

"I could show you, because I can't put it into words." he muttered. France always found his words boastful, maybe because she didn't really like this guy's general attitude or maybe she expected a different John.

"Yeah? The master shows me a live demo?" she mused jokingly. She wanted to get into his nerves, if he's going to behave that way towards her then she isn't backing out without a fight.

"More like, the master teaches you how to ace this course. There's a pen and paper over there if you want to take notes." he winked and ran to the course. France crossed her arms and watched the Scottish soldier take the course. It was impressive, he was quick on his feet and accurate on his shots, never wasting a single second to think what's next. He finished the first part in under 10 seconds, France's jaw wanted to drop but she forced herself not to. She still had a lot of time to beat that record, and she isn't going to stop until she made it to the top.

Thirty-four seconds was all he took to finish the course. He didn't huff or show signs of exhaustion, France only noticed a faster rise and fall of his chest. 

"So, how did I go?" Soap placed his rifle on the table in front of her.

"It was good. You're actually fast. If you give me enough time, I'll beat you and rise on the top of that list." she said proudly.

You got yourself a deal." he chuckled, leaving his hand open for a handshake, a sign of promise. She smiled sarcastically and walked out of the training area, something Soap never expected from her. 

"Finally, some good competition within the base." he muttered as he picked up the rifles, unloaded them and placed them back on the armory. They didn't finish the whole training course protocol, but it's a simple thing to lie about to Price when he asks for it soon.

It was lunchtime when John finally spotted his new found rival. She sat on the usually empty table, which was now occupied by her and Alex, 141's FNGs. A Fucking New Guy and A Fucking New Gal. He lifted his tray and went straight to their table. Gary stopped his funny raccoon story and watched his fellow comrade leave their table and move to the new ones. Ghost didn't mind the move, he didn't mind anyone's affairs anyway. He just sat there and continued chewing on his food while listening to Gary's hometown shenanigans.

"Hey Alex. Do you mind if I sit here?" Soap smiled and asked the former CIA. Alex nodded in agreement and tapped his shoulder. It was a long time since they once saw each other and Alex noted the changes he had been through.

"Whoa MacTavish, impressive gains you had there. Almost didn't recognize you." Alex greeted. MacTavish sat down and placed his tray containing a single red apple.

"Verdansk taught me that I needed to be better." he muttered eyeing at the new gal who wasn't even looking at them.

"You're looking pretty fine yourself!" Soap laughed at Alex's new tan, something he wasn't aware he had.

"Yeah. This is what happens when you miss the beach so much." he scratched his head, laughing.

"So… Nero. I heard you already acquainted yourself to him." Soap informed, Alex turned to him.

"Not directly, but my previous case was about him."

"What's his deal? Intel says it's not classified as terror activity yet. Why are we after him?"

"He's got large connections to the CIA with a serum capable of deleting, altering and extracting memories. Multiple people are already reported missing and reappearing in a trance state and they think it's in preparation for a global threat." France accidentally scraped her fork causing the two to turn to her. What they saw was France, looking down on her plate, tears slowly falling, her hands gripped the utensils tightly ready to be used as weapons.

"You okay, lass?" Soap finally broke the silence.

"Ttthey.. " she sobbed, her sentence was cut off as she started to catch up with her breathing.

"There there…" Alex immediately rushed to her side to console her. Soap tried to reach out to her hand but she quickly retreated it to her pockets.

"They took my sister… and they're going to pay." she spoke softly, continuing her tears. It must be rough to have someone you hold dear get taken away. Soap thought.

"I lost someone too…" Alex whispered, France leaned on him and released her emotions. She found someone she could relate to. Soap realized that Alex may have lied just to console her, making him the second person who's willing to lie for her sake. 

In the middle of all the chaos of the 141 cafeteria, the PA system alarmed the people involved on the Nero case to immediately report to the briefing room.

"Looks like the informants found something." Alex stated.

Chapter 3 : Run Through the Jungle