#what else is there to be done. time to lay down

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Drinks And Threesomes

requested?: no pairing(s): john 'soap mactavish x afab!reader x smon 'ghost' riley genre: smut warning(s): threesome, smut, unprotected sex, reader is a virgin, oral (f&m recieving) doggy style, probably the best ever aftercare which has ever been written on this blog, masterbation, fingering, overstimulation, spanking (ass and pussy), orgasm denial, slightly oc!reader (she has a cat, change it if you want), simon not being a cat person (he calls reader's cat a rat), a LOT of mentions about sex before it acc happens, reader is rlly living the y/n life icl, dom!simon, dom!johnny, sub!reader, light choking, lap dancing (soap gets a lap dance from reader), breast-play, dry humping, kinda pervy characters icl, mentions of porn, johnny whimpers like once, reader is insecure about how her titties sit (dont be insecure about them my loves, you are all perfect), finger sucking, degredation, praise at the end, not proof-read (i was writing this at 1am and posted it today), hair pulling, squirting summary: 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘫𝘰𝘩𝘯𝘯𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘢 𝘣𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘳𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘺 word count: 5.1k (i cooked bro) a/n: first ever threesome on this blog and the longest fic i have written thus far. remember to eat and drink something, love yas, mwah! -Cilla (p.s. i ate this up)

it was another sunday, the night before you went back on deployment with the rest of tf141. you were excited, but albeit nervous. price had debriefed you all and told you it would be an especially hard mission. he hadn’t told you what the goal was or what you would be doing while you were gone.

since it was so close to deployment time, you were all cutting down on alcohol since you all wanted to stay healthy. it was a tradition at this point for you, ghost and soap to go out for mocktails and a meal. simon went begrudgingly, only because you and johnny had begged him oh-so nicely to go with you both. he didn’t know why he agreed, but as much as he acted like he didn’t, he did enjoy being there with you both.

today was like no other, you were all laughing over drinks with no alcohol and the best burgers you had ever had in all of your lives put together. but this time, johnny was going on about a recent rendezvous he had with a woman a few nights prior. he was going into a lot of detail for someone who was usually so secret about his love and sex life.

as he was talking about the things he had done to her (eating her out, fucking her in doggy, etc) something twisted in your gut. you felt jealous, but also something else. you didn’t know how you felt, but one thing you certainly felt was jealousy. you squirmed in your seat as you chewed on the straw of your finished drink.

simon was an observant man. and he was also sitting next to you. he had seen you squirming in your seat, and he was definitely smirking under that stupid ghost mask he always wore. however, johnny didn’t realise how… ‘uncomfortable’ you were getting. he kept talking about what he had done to her, and god was it filthy.

you had always found johnny and simon rather attractive, especially since you had always seen them on duty, their big arms holding the guns they could very much end a life with. they could bith very much end lives with how massive their biceps were, and sometimes they did. you wondered sometimes what it would be like if they squished you in-between their biceps, how it would feel when you slept on them, how it would feel when you bit into them due to the immense pleasure they were giving you.

you saw almost every part of them. their chests, their abs, their v-lines, their massive biceps, their happy trails, every part of them. you saw them shirtless every single time you were laying low at a safe house during a mission. you went practically crazy every time, and almost every time, you ended up with your hands stuffed inside of your panties. you were never able to come from it. you needed more than just your nimble fingers playing with your clit.

you were broken out of your daydream when you felt a nudge. simon was looking down at you from where he sat. you were now slightly slumped in your chair, johnny still hadn’t stopped ranting about his one night stand with the girl he didn’t remember the name of.

“you alrigh’ lovie?” he asks gruffly, his chest moving with every word, you watched it move. his eyes squinted as you did so. he was either grinning or his brows were furrowed, either one would still make him look hot. you had only seen him without his mask once.

you remember it clearly. he was getting dressed after a shower. his mask was off as he didn’t expect anyone to walk into the room unannounced. you walked in as you had just gotten to the safe house after being separated on the mission. you were wanting to ask him what he thought about the choice johnny had made for dinner that night when you saw he had no mask on. your mouth fell completely open. you stood there and stared at him for a good few minutes before he finally snapped you out of your daze.

“like what you see, lovie?” he asked. and god, you did. his blue eyes, pale lashes. god, he looked amazing. you couldn’t even speak. and you didn’t.

you stood there and gawked until you heard soap bounding up the stairs. simon put his mask back on, though he still remained shirtless. you had your phone still in your hand, although it had turned off god knows how long ago.

“wha’s takin’ so long, bon? are we gettin’ a chippy or not simon, I fancy a kebab so it better be a yes” soap stood next to you in the doorway. you and simon stared into each other’s eyes for a moment longer, sharing something of understanding.

“lovie was just giving me ideas on what to order” johnny obviously took that to his advantage and began to talk about what was the best things to get from a chip shop.

eventually you had all come to a conclusion on what you wanted, and simon offered to go out and get the chippy. obviously, you wouldn’t forget what happened with johnny after that.

simon snapped his fingers in front of your eyes, bringing you back to the covert of the pub. you had all finished eating a while ago, and you just continued to chew on the plastic (shocker) straw of your mocktail.

“you alrigh’ bon? you’re very quiet tonight” soap observed (another shocker). you didn’t say anything and only nodded. he furrowed his brows, “ye sure, bon, you would’ve usually chewed my head off abou’ worrying about you by now” he asks, his tone slightly teasing.

“i’m fine, really, just thinking about what i’m gonna do when i get home tonight” it was a white lie. you were wet and you knew it, but you refrained from rubbing your thighs together as you felt it would make it a lot more obvious.

“are ya not gonna be a crazy cat lady when you get home?” he teases. you glare at him.

“i have one cat. one. besides, he’s in the catery for a while until i get back from deployment” you say, putting your empty mocktail glass down on the table in front of you. you fold your arms.

“wow, never woulda thought you would put that rat somewhere where he would be away from you for a long time” simon chuckles, you thwack his arm.

“i’m not gonna leave him for however many weeks without being looked after by someone nice” you defend “and he’s not a rat” you add pointedly.

“alrigh’ bon, enough abou’ the cat. what are you doing tonight?” soap interjected.

“dunno, probably just watch a movie. or a kids show to make me feel better about the fact we’ll be going god knows where doing god knows what for around a month” you speak, and as you finished, you looked down at where your hands were in your lap. you started picking at the skin around your nail.

simon discreetly placed a hand over your knee, stopping it from bouncing. you smiled appreciatively.

“how’s abou’ you come stay with me and simon for the night, bon? we was goin’ to stay together tonight anyway since we can jus’ get up and go tomorrow mornin’ it would be no trouble if you decided to stay. really bon” his voice started off uncertain, but by the time he reached the end of it, it sounded like he was pleading you.

“i would, really, i would, but my bag is at my house and i-“ soap cuts you off.

“we can go get it before we go over to mine. bon, i know you’re worried about the mission and what better stress relief than to stay with your best friends in the whole world” he says with that massive shit-eating grin on his face.

“i’m not sure simon is my best friend. especially not after he called dusty a rat” you say with a small smile after thinking for a couple of minutes. simon pats your hand that he was still sort-of holding.

“well, i didn’ hear a ‘no,’ did you, simon?” he turns to the man with the mask.

“i didn’ either, johnny” your smile got wider at the response simon gave.

“well, its sorted then, sleepover!” johnny cheers louder than he probably should have for a middle-aged military man. luckily, people were to engrossed in their own conversations to nosey over at your conversation.

you didn’t realise when, but somehow the bill had come over, you thought maybe simon had called it over while you were talking with johnny about your ‘sleepover’. but before you even tried to open your purse to pay your share of the bill, simon grabbed it and put it back into your bag. you furrowed your brows.

“what good gentlemen would we be if we didn’ pay the bill for our little bon?” soap spoke up, placing some cash on the bill, simon followed suit and put some more cash on the bill. both of them out on more than enough to cover everyone’s food and at least a twenty pound tip.

“home time” simon says as he gets up. you grabbed your bag before following behind the two men who were walking in a single-file line.

you eventually got back to soap’s car. you sat in the back while the two large men piled into the front and johnny started driving. it wasn’t long before you were back at your house, asking before you left the car if there was anything else you should bring with you other than your bag.

“only those nice little brownies you make, bonnie” you smile softly and jog towards your house, unlocking the door and going to the kitchen, grabbing a small plastic box and putting the rest of the brownies you had made inside of it. you grabbed your pink duffle you left by the door. you locked the door and made your way back to johnny’s car. both of the men were staring intently as you made your way back.

you got into the back of the car and rested the box of brownies on the seat next to you, johnny turned back and grinned at you.

“the best bon in the whole world” he grinned before turning his head back on the road and drove to his house. it was fairly far away from your house, and you had always been someone who was quickly able to fall asleep in cars.

you fell asleep fairly quick, and you had a weird dream. or rather, maybe you could call it a flashback.

the night simon left for the chippy that johnny had pre-ordered (you all chipped in with the bill, well, you tried to. they didn’t want your money even when you insisted), you were sat on the counter in the kitchen. you were sat sipping on some lemonade in nothing but johnny’s oversized tee and some skimpy knickers when johnny walked into the kitchen.

your legs were in the way of the cabinet johnny needed to get to in order to get to the non-alcoholic drinks you had stored. but instead of being a normal person and asking you if you could move your legs so he could get a drink, he spread them.

but then again, it was johnny, what did you expect? you were flushed when johnny patted your thigh and said a small, ‘thanks bon’ before he left to go drink his drink in the lounge. you never forgot about that, especially that night when your slipped your hand into your panties and failed to make yourself come for the umpteenth time in your life.

you only woke up when you were in someone’s arms, your cheek pressed against that someone’s chest. you opened your eyes and looked up at who is was. you were met with a ghost mask and concentrated eyes, not looking at you, but the way forwards. you closed your eyes again and squished your cheek more against simon’s chest.

soon, you were layed down on what you assumed was johnny’s sofa. you pretended to be asleep for a little while longer until you heard the tv turn on. it was a random tv show that was on way past a child’s bed time, and because they still thought you were asleep, it was on a very low volume. you opened your eyes and peeked at what tv show it was.

you eventually got engrossed in the tv and was fully awake watching it. you assumed the two other men knew you were awake, but your assumptions were wrong when they started talking. about you.

“simon?” johnny asked, simon grunted gruffly in response, “why’d bon get so quiet after i started talking about having sex with that lass?” he was so ignorant it almost hurt, simon shot him a sideways glance.

“maybe because she wanted to be in her place” simon shrugged. you were already rigid, but somehow you managed to become more stiff.

“what? i always though’ bon wan’ed to have sex with you. that’s why i laid off off her” you almost rolled your eyes at his foolishness. almost.

simon looked over at you. that’s when you knew you were busted.

“mornin’ lovie” simon drawled. you gulped as you took in how he was sat. legs spread, an obvious tent in his pants. since simon was fairly comfortable with you and johnny, he also didn’t have his mask on. you could see how his face darkened when he took in that you were fully awake.

you sat up and stretched.

“is it true?” johnny spoke up from where he was sat. his ankle was resting on his other knee, his large bicep laying along the back of the sofa, letting his elbow downwards dangle from the back of the chair.

“is what true?” you tried to play innocent.

“oh, come on, bon. don’t try to be all innocent. did you want to be in her place? the girl i was fucking” he said it so plainly, so seriously that you flushed red and shuffled where you were sat.

“does it matter?” you ask, avoiding both men’s gazes and instead looking and fiddling with your fingers.

you were so busy playing with your own fingers that you didn’t realise that someone else’s had begun to lift your chin. the two men stood directly in front of you, making you have to crane your head fully to look up at them.

“yes, it does” simon said gruffly.

“because we can make it happen if you wan’ us to fuck you, bon” johnny husks. it was his fingers that had lifted your chin, and they were beginning to trail down to your neck.

“we can fuck you good. make you cum all over our fingers, faces and cocks- so good you won’t want to be fucked by anyone else after we’ve done with you” simon lusts next to him.

you squeeze your eyes shut. they didn’t know you were still a virgin, you never shared anything about your sex life, not to anyone. it was now or never to tell them, you squeeze your eyes shut.

“i’m a virgin” you practically squeak, and when you opened your eyes again, looking up at the two men in front of you through your lashes, they were well and truly gone. well, mentally.

“oh fuck” johnny almost moans, “you tellin’ me that tigh’ little pussy hasn’t been fucked by anyone? haven’t even made yerself come?”

“i’ve tried, but it never worked” you say shyly, a faint blush creeping up your neck, painting your ears and cheeks a shade of light-ish red.

“what did you think about when you tried, lovie?” simon spoke up.

“you two” you blush harder, the light red now turning almost a wine-red colour.

“oh fuck” this time johnny did moan, the bulge in his cargo pants becoming more and more prominent. “you know how to lap dance, bon?” it was an unexpected question, so unexpected that you thought you turned redder, if that was even possible.

you didn’t trust yourself with words, you knew you would just become a stuttering and stumbling mess, so you let yourself shake your head.

“tha’s alrigh’ lovie, johnny‘ll show you” simon drawled.

as johnny sat down, you were practically hauled onto his lap by simon. johnny’s hands instantly found your hips, kneading, squeezing and guiding. out of your peripheral, you saw simon sit down not that far away from where the both of you were sat, having a clear picture of the two of you. johnny dragged your hips down until your barely clothed pussy came into contact with his bulge. you gasped and your hips jerked, but they jerked downwards, applying more pressure down onto his clothed cock.

“oh fuck, bon, yer makin’ me so hard” he rasps from beneath you. letting his head fall onto the back of the couch, his throat bobbing with a swallow.

he continued to move your hips, moving them in a circular motion. you were now wishing you had worn better panties instead of your skimpy light pink thong. at least they made your ass look good.

you glanced over at simon, which proved to not be a good idea at all. he was palming himself with a look in his eyes, watching the both of you with the darkest most lustful look in his eyes. it made your stomach flutter, hips stutter, but your stomach burn with confidence. johnny’s hand was now travelling up your body to your breasts. he was now watching you too, hypnotised, transfixed.

he gave you a look when his hand hovered above your breast. you nodded and he instantly began fondling with it. grasping, pulling, pinching. you were out of your mind, and with your new-found confidence? you felt almost unstoppable.

you took control, guiding your hips in a seductive way, wiggling them, grinding down on johnny with such force he actually whimpered. your ego was growing within the second. johnny’s other hand began to also travel up your body, and when your thought he was going to play with your other tit, he kept moving it upwards, around the collum of your throat. he squeezed slightly, not enough to cut off your oxygen all together, but enough to make a statement.

you continued to grind against johnny’s cock. at some point, you even threw your head back for dramatic effect.

that was until you were hoisted up over someone’s shoulder, your ass given a small slap when you instinctively kick. it was simon. you could tell by the blond hair. you looked up and saw that johnny was following and that simon was taking you upstairs.

you didn’t know where you were until simon threw you down onto what you knew had to be a mattress. nobody moved for a few seconds until you spoke up.

“what’re we doing up here?” you barely had time to get your words out before someone’s mouth was on yours. you instantly melted into it, tugging whoever’s hair that was kissing you. soon enough, your mouth was pulled away from the mystery person’s and another mouth was placed on yours. you couldn’t tell, but you had a sneaking suspicion you were kissing simon first before johnny wanted a turn.

who you thought was simon began to kiss down your body until he needed to pull the sundress you had on, off. johnny (you think) helped pull off the sundress before reaching over to the nighstand and turning on a lamp so everyone could see better. your suspicions were right when you looked up and saw johnny hovering over you with red lips and simon was down in-between your thighs.

“oh fuck” this time it was simon’s turn to groan. “these panties are the best fucking thing i’ve ever seen on you, lovie” he said lowly, kissing the inside of your thighs, wrapping his arms around them, “gonna keep these on while i make out with this pretty cunt, okay lovie?” johnny was watching the whole exchange before looking down at your panties.

you saw his eyes close and he took a deep breath, very clearly fighting the urge to take over from simon and ravage you until you were begging for him to stop. luckily, you didn’t have to wait much longer after a comment simon made about being drenched that its soaked through your panties before he moved the thin pink fabric aside, spread your legs and put his mouth on you.

he licked a large stripe up your cunt. from your hole to your clit, giving his tongue a flick when it got there. your hips jolted and hands flew to simon’s hair as he did so, a silent prayer, urging him to keep going. you honestly barely paid any attention to the fact that you were almost fully naked in front of the two men until johnny started suckling on one of your tits. you didn’t like the way your tits sat.

you had watched porn, obviously, you were curious. and whenever you saw a female’s tits, they always sat so nicely. yours didn’t, and you felt insecure about it. simon never stopped devouring you, not listening to the conversation you and johnny were having and instead focusing on making you feel good, plunging a couple of fingers in occasionally and scissoring them as well as curling them into a really good place.

“i- oh fuck- i know they don’t sit nicely-“ johnny looked up at you as you spoke, never disconnecting his lips from your nipple, but he looked at you curiously. “they don’t sit as nicely as other girls’ tits do- i don’t like how they sit-oh fuck, simon keep going”

“no, simon, don’t keep going” johnny sat up with furrowed brows. simon stopped sucking your clit with a wet pop.

“you should taste her johnny, so sweet” simon wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, sucking on the fingers he had just taken out of you.

“how do you think her tits look?” johnny asks, staring down at you intently. you try to sit up, but johnny placing his hand on your throat stopped you. you laid back down.

“they look perfect, why?”

“she doesn’t think they do”

simons eyes widen, you sigh.

you were then lifted up, turned around and forced on your hands and knees.

“simon, you fuck ‘er mouth. make sure she swallows and makes you come before she gets to. keep ‘er quiet from saying absolute bullshi’” you try to protest, but before you could even make a sound, simon’s cock was shoved down your throat.

he groans and keeps your head steady while he made sure you weren’t going to gag anymore. johnny then leaned down and ripped your panties straight off, discarding them somewhere in the room.

“they were my favourite panties” simon says through a groan as you took him deeper into your mouth.

“you never saw her in any others” johnny says pointedly before leaning down for his mouth to become level with your cunt.

“they were still my favourite” you moan around simon’s cock as johnny shoved his full face into your pussy, thrusting his tongue inside of you, hitting all the right places that make you moan and gasp around simon’s cock, making him pull your hair and groan back.

you didn’t know how long it would take to make simon come, but you knew by how johnny decided to make him fuck your mouth, he would last a while. johnny had already denied you an orgasm three times and you were beginning to feel hopeless.

and he did, every time you began to feel some kind of knot forming in your stomach, it would simmer away simply because johnny took his mouth away as his best mate hadn’t come in your mouth yet. simon gave you little to no warning when he was about to come.

the thrusting into your mouth became shallow and sloppy, you thought he was close, and he was. simon came with a low groan, spilling every little drop into your mouth. you swallowed instantly, since you knew johnny said if you swallowed and made him come that you could come.

simon pulled his cock out of your mouth, prying your mouth open with his fingers, looking to make sure you had swallowed every drop.

“how did it taste?” simon asks lowly, johnny was behind you, slowly rubbing circles on your clit.

“salty” you reply softly, almost gagging as simon shoved his fingers down your throat.

“she can come now” simon agreed along with johnny.

johnny got back to it, licking your clit, sucking and teasing, all the while, simon had his fingers in your mouth, making you such and gag on them. luckily, it didn’t take long before you felt the coil beginning to tighten in your lower stomach you felt unreal as you let go.

you let out an outright pornographic moan as you came on johnny’s tongue. your saliva dripped down simon’s hand, your legs were shaking as you came, your first ever orgasm.

when you came down from your high, you didn’t have long to adjust to being back before a cock was nudging at your hole.

“can i fuck you while johnny fucks your little mouth? please lovie, need to feel you wrap around my cock so well” simon practically begs.

“yes-oh please fuck me” you practically spread your legs a little, the two men chuckle as you do so.

you didn’t look down at simon’s cock as it entered your hole. it was full, and it burned as it stretched you out, johnny also gave you a couple of seconds before he opened your mouth, letting you take his cock into your mouth. you gagged as it hit the back of your throat. it was definitely big. like simon’s.

simon didn’t move until you were ready. you nodded slightly, moving johnny’s cock further into your mouth. you gagged, but it soon turned into a moan when simon slid his cock almost entirely out of your hole before slamming it back inside, making you take more of johnny’s cock into your mouth.

“oh god” you moan around johnny’s cock.

“not god, just simon and johnny, lovie” simon retorted.

“shouldn’ talk with yer mouth open, bon. ‘s not very polite” the scot pipes up.

“you’re right, johnny. maybe we should teach our girl some manners” simon coos, running a hand lightly down your back before slapping your ass harshly.

you yelped and jolted forwards onto the cock in your mouth, you barely had time to recover before you felt a hand come down on your clit. you were still sensitive from before, so you squeaked and your hips jolted away from the man who had just slapped your pussy.

you felt a few more spanks on your pussy and ass. each one as unexpected as the others before simon began to piston his cock in and out of your hole. your pussy was tight around his cock, he told you so. as did the squelching noises in the room. you were moaning, drooling, whining and completely in bliss as you tried to make johnny feel good.

“oh, just like tha’ bon” johnny moans out, gripping your hair when you did something right. you didn’t know what, so you let johnny take more of the lead.

they both moved in tandem, the only thing you were doing was making pathetic little noises, as well as occasionally bringing a hand up to cup and massage johnny’s balls.

you didn’t know how much longer you could last, especially not when simon had then reached forwards and began to fondle with your clit with his ring and middle finger. the lewd squelching sounds were bouncing off of the walls of the house. it was times like theses where you were happy that johnny lived in a semi-detached house so his neighbours would not have to look at you differently.

you couldn’t give any warning about your oncoming orgasm, partly because you didn’t know it was about to happen yourself. but before you knew it, you had screamed out, the sound muffled by johnny’s cock, but still loud enough that the two men had heard.

you were coming down from your high when you felt liquid dripping down both of your thighs. you were completely soaked, and you could say the same for the bed sheets.

“so pretty, lovie, so fucking pretty. squirting around my cock like that for me? oh i’m gonna fucking come, you’re so fucking pretty with your juices dripping down your thighs like a dirty little slut, oh, you fucking like that, don’t you?” simon’s thrusts were growing more sloppy, but harder at the same time, working you through your orgasm. “i’m gonna come, gonna come all over this pussy, paint it with my come-oh fuck, i’m coming” simon says through gritted teeth.

“oh i’m coming too- fuck, gonna swallow my come, paint your mouth all white with it- oh fuck” both men tensed around the same time, simon pulling out and spraying his come all over your pussy, whereas johnny came down your throat.

you eagerly swallowed again, it was almost the same taste as simon’s, but a bit different.

when you all caught your breath, johnny spoke up first.

“shower?” simon nodded and so did you.

both men helped you onto your feet and helped you to the bathroom. since johnny didn’t have a bath in any of his bathrooms (crazy, right?) you had to make do with a shower.

both men helped you stay upright as they both cleaned you, johnny wiping your cunt in order to keep it clean while simon washed your hair. you then cleaned the two men off, and got out of the shower.

the men let you have your privacy while you peed (you read it somewhere, don’t judge a girl, it’s what you’re meant to do, okay?) and they changed the bed due to your most recent orgasm, and simon’s.

and then, you were all comfortable in bed, your head resting against simon’s chest. you were laying on your side as johnny cuddled you from behind.

“that was good” you whisper with a yawn.

“yeah? who was better, me or simon?” johnny asked jokingly, kissing your shoulder. simon shot him a glare and instinctively pulled you closer. “oh come on, we know it was me. i gave her first ever orgasm”

“i made her squirt” simon adds pointedly.

the scot went in a huff, but still held you anyways, you didn’t hear them bickering, you were already asleep and off in dreamland where scots and englishmen weren’t fighting over who was better at fucking you.

[sturniqlo]

WATERMELON SUGAR— C.S

pairing: fratboy!fwb!chris x fwb!reader

summary: 3 times when chris just couldn't get enough of your taste and can't go without it

cw: cursing, oral!f-receiving, hair pulling, oral!public(?)

an: sorry for the very late post.

fine line writing marathon

AT A PARTY

you had arrived at the party wearing that black mini skirt that always dives chris crazy. absolutely crazy. you didn't know chris had already arrived at the party, so you wandered into the kitchen to get yourself a drink. as you poured yourself the drink, you felt a warm hand on your hip and you already knew who it belonged to. "hey." he mumbled into your ear, leaving a light kiss just below your ear. you turned around and was met with his eyes already searching for yours.

"hey, you." you said, taking a sip from the red solo cup. "you wore that on purpose." he tugs a bit on the skin tight skirt. "mm, no i didn't." you shake your head. "sure you didn't." he smirks and his hand comes around to grip your ass. "chris— not here." you gasp and look around at the other people who lingered in the space. "nobody's watching." he murmurs, now beginning to grope your ass and kiss your neck.

"i fucking miss your taste, babe." he sucks the spot underneath your ear. "c'mon, i have to have you right now." he pulls away and grabs your hand. "what? where—" before you can finish talking he drags you through the sea of people and takes you upstairs to the nearest bathroom and closes the door, locking it. you're immediately pinned to the counter with chris' lips on yours.

"can i?" he practically whines and you already know what he's referring to. "mhm, please." you nod. chris leaves one last kiss on your lips and sinks to his knees. in one swift motion, both your skirt and lace thong are pooled at your feet and chris' tongue is running up and down your slick folds. "oh— fuck, chris!" your hand made its way to grip his hair.

chris looks up at your blissed out face as he keep licking at you and sucking your clit. "you taste so good, holy shit. so sweet." he murmurs against your wetness.

WHILE STUDYING

earlier in the day while you were in your 10am class, chris had sent you a message to go over the frat house later in the day for a hangout, which probably meant a hookup. classes were taking a toll on your that you were in need of a distraction and also some studying.

when you had arrived, chris had tried to get started right away, but you told him you needed to do some light studying beforehand. although he groaned and huffed, he sat next to you on the bed reading parts of your text book over your shoulder. "this shit is so boring, babe." his chin that was leaning on your shoulder turned and your felt a kiss on your neck. "i'm almost done, i promise. i have to get this out of the way or else i'll never get to it."

after a few morning minutes of reading, chris had had enough and went to lay by your legs and slowly started spreading them. "what are you doing?" you closed your book, marking your page with your thumb. "jus' gonna get a head start, yeah? keep on reading while i get a taste of you." he began to kiss up your legging covered thighs. "chris, fine—" he saw that you were about to put your book away, but he grabbed your hand. "ah— keep on reading."

seconds later, your leggings and panties were somewhere on the floor and you laid against chris' pillows with your book open next to your head, unattended. instead of having the book in your hand, chris' hair was. "right— shit— right there. oh my god!" you moaned, your hips rolling against his face. chris, groaning against your, mumbled those same words he always did. "you taste so fucking sweet. can't ever get enough." he dived right back in.

GOING ON A DRIVE

it was the way you looked out the window. maybe it was the way the green and red colors of the traffic lights casted over your face. or maybe it was the way he remembered how his face was buried between your thighs the other night.

chris had picked you up for a late night hang out to go watch the final showing of a new horror movie. as he pulled up to the parking lot, and parked in the secluded corner. before you could even open the door, chris grabbed you and put his lips on yours. "get in the backseat, yeah?" he pulled back and looked into your eyes. "chris, we'll get messy and all sweaty."

"no, i don't wanna fuck, at least not right now, i just wanna taste you before we go inside. please?" you couldn't help but smile at the way he was obsessed with giving you pleasure without giving him something in return. "okay, meet me back there." you gave him one last kiss on the mouth. chris exited the car as you crawled over the center console.

without any additional kissing or groping, your sweatpants and underwear had make their way to the front of the car and chris dove right into your pussy. his tongue messily licking and sucking you. the vibrations of his groans only make you leak even more. you loved the way that he could make you cum in a matter of minutes without even using his fingers inside of you, instead only licking, sucking, and prodding his tongue into your hole.

like muscle memory, he sucked your clit at a certain force and you were cumming. "oh, chris!" your legs began to shake and close around him. chris shook his head side your side lapping at you, trying to get everything you gave. knowing that you were about to become sensitive, he pulled away and crawled up to you to kiss you.

"fuck, i don't know if i could ever go without tasting you."

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— THE CUT THAT ALWAYS BLEEDS

Mickey Barnes x GN!Reader 1.3k words

You watch Mickey die for the first time, he shows you he's still here. fluff/comfort (?)

There was always a certain clinginess to Mickey, it varied from version to version of him but it was always undeniably there. Perhaps clinginess wasn't the right word, longing might fit better; every Mickey longed for you. Unsurprisingly dying and being reprinted was a tireless process, one second he's plunged into the unmistakable darkness of the end and the next he's waking up in a cold room filled with the harshest fluorescents; good as new but not really, the memory of what dying felt like still engrained fresh in his mind. His attitude after reprinting would differ depending on how he had died, all deaths suck of course but after the first few some are easier to move on from than others.

This one though was tough, you had been there.

Mickey could get over dying, been there done that, but seeing your face as he died? That was something that haunted him. You both knew he'd be back of course, but it's difficult to see past that when you watch someone die before your eyes. As much as he could put on a brave face over dying, he knew you'd be struggling to put one on over watching him die. Needless to say, Mickey was longing to see you after this reprint more than he ever had before.

He knew you needed to see him too and knew exactly where he could find you. You had wandered your way to his bunk not long after the death, mind numb and running on autopilot. You knew you didn't need to mourn, he would be back in a few hours just like always, but actually watching him die rather than hearing about it made everything feel too real, it awakened a new fear within you... What if one day they didn't reprint him? The thought was distressing, one you wished you could shake but it clung to you like a thick smog blocking anything else from your mind. He enters his room quietly, eyes landing on you laying on his bed back flat against the mattress and eyes glue to the ceiling, you don't react to him coming in, only looking away once his voice fills the air.

It's soft, hesitant as if he doesn't know if he should say anything, and all he simply says is, "Y/N..." But it's enough, enough for you to know he's there, enough to make you look up.

You prop yourself up on your elbows, staying in his bed, cold expression softening and Mickey doesn't miss the way your face is puffy and eyes red, heart straining at the thought of you crying for him. And with your voice hoarse, a slight quiver to it like you don't really believe he's there, you murmur out,

".. Mickey?"

That's all it takes to get him by your side, almost stumbling with how eager he is to reach you on the bed. He crawls over you, resting his head on your chest and his long legs awkwardly tangling in yours. Instinctively your hands fall to his body, one in his hair and the other around his torso pulling him close like you'll never let go.

For a while neither of you speak the only sound in the room your overlapping breathing. It isn't awkward though, it says everything and nothing the two of you want to say. Mickey can feel your stress slowly melting off of you as you lay entwined together, your fingers curling to brush through his hair, resulting in a satisfied sigh from him that lets his walls fall down, words tumbling from his mouth.

"you shouldn't have seen that," he mutters, face buried in your chest muffling his words, "i don't want you to think of me... Dying.."

There's a pause before he says it, he doesn't want to mention the elephant in the room, and he practically spits the word out. For a second he thinks he's said the wrong thing, a flash of panic crossing him as your fingers movements pause in his hair.

"I did though." You say plainly, trying to keep your voice steady. You had accepted long ago that Mickey's job was to die, you knew that, but knowing and seeing were two entirely different things.

He finds himself at a loss for what to say, an ache forming in his chest as he longs to comfort you, everything about being an expendable was strange. It was unprecedented territory, not something he could simply pick up a life advice book on and use to fix all his worries and yours. Luckily, it's you who breaks the silence and rips Mickey from his thoughts that were starting to become existential.

"I don't regret it," you inhale deeply, the exhale shaky, "I was going to see it happen at some point, we both knew that.."

Mickey shuffles in your hold, resting his chin on your sternum to glance up at you.

"I knew you'd be back, you always are... It just.. shook me."

Your words are followed by silence, wide eyes staring up at you as they compute your words a fear flashing in them like he doesn't know what to say. Maybe, he doesn't need to say anything.

The look of his face says everything he wants to, he knows it was bound to happen but that doesn't mean he wanted it to. You both know what you're thinking too, about the uncertainty, about how one day the ship could decide there's no need for expendables anymore and just like that Mickey's gone. It's nothing holding each other can change, it's like a cut that never stops bleeding, a worry that won't go away. Your hand gives his hair one final ruffle before falling to your side and that's Mickey's sign to make a move, shuffling up to now burrow his head in the crook of your neck and let his chapped lips skim over the tender skin.

"I can hold you still." He murmurs after a while, and you can feel the smirk that pulls at his lips, his tone is cheeky despite the solemn atmosphere, and although he doesn't need to say it he still does, "to stop you shaking."

It's so stupid, and you both know you didn't mean you were shook like that... It's what makes it all the more ridiculous, but it has the effect he intended as you crack a smile, pushing his head from your neck. He's pliable, he always is to an extent but especially when freshly printed, head following your movement willingly and leaning into your hand as he doesn't even try to hide his dopey expression.

Despite the cheesy response you can't help but indulge him, pulling your hand from his face and waving it with a slight shake in front of him as if to test his promise. He lets out a boyish laugh at the action, quickly lacing his fingers with yours, driving to kiss at your knuckles. The way he glances up at you, like he's looking for approval, the look is intoxicating and it's difficult to keep a straight mind when his dark eyes watch you through those thick lashes. It's enough to make you forget your worries, at least for now.

He seems to notice some of your tension easing, beginning to trail his kisses down your arm with those stupid exaggerated wet 'muah' sounds he knows make you laugh, and when you let out a groaned 'hey!' embarrassed by his teasing he responds by giving you a peck on the lips.

It's tender then, quiet, and he rests his forehead on yours as your eyes lock together and shallow breaths fan against each other's faces. You'd never stop worrying about Mickey, it would always be like a persistent scab you can't stop picking at, and maybe he would die again tomorrow but right now he was here and most importantly he was alive.

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No Ordinary Boy - Chapter Twenty

Hey guys!

This next chapter will take place in between Seasons Two and Three, as it always really irked me that they jumped a solid five months ahead. At least, I think it was five months. I'm not quite sure.

Anyway, read on, and welcome back!

  As Jessica began to drive away from the school, she decided to call Taissa Turner. The would-be Senator would most likely want to know about the progress she had made.

  “Yes?” Taissa’s voice sounded over the phone.

  “I’ve interviewed all the people you asked me too. They don’t seem like blackmailers to me.”

  She waited, but there was no reply.

  “Should I… try interviewing the other survivors?”

  “Fuck.” Taissa’s voice was quiet. “Okay, fine, do it. Offer money, book deals… whatever you think is best.”

  “Alright. How many of you are left?”

  “I’m not sure. I haven’t talked to some of them in so long… maybe try Misty first? I think she’s closest to you.”

  “Okay”, Jessica said. She should leave it there, she knew that. But something about the way Principal Vance had acted… she couldn’t help it; he’d piqued her curiosity.

  “What about Tommy Scott?”

  There was a pause, and what sounded like a glass breaking.

  “FUCK!” Taissa sounded out. She didn’t sound so quiet now.

  When she spoke, there was an underlying tone in her voice that took Jessica by surprise.

  “Do not contact Tommy. I don’t care what else you do, but you do not go anywhere near Tommy Scott. It might end up being the last thing you ever do.”

  Jessica blinked. “Jesus. Okay, fine, but… why? Is… is he dangerous?”

  “Just. Don’t. Contact. Him. And for that matter, don’t contact Natalie either.”

  Now Jessica’s curiosity was boiling over into full-blown fascination. Who the hell was this guy?

  When she arrived at the place she was staying at, she reviewed the information she already had.

  On just about every testimony, every interview, at least one of the Yellowjackets was crediting Scott with their survival, stating that they would not have made it through their time in the Canadian wilderness without him.

  Especially Natalie Scatorccio… she seemed entirely besotted with Scott. Jessica remembered Vance’s words about how they had been dating at the time. Had they remained together, afterwards?

  Rather than heading over to Misty Quigley’s place, Jessica decided she would spend the rest of the afternoon trying to find everything she could on Scott.

  Heading over to LinkedIn, she searched the name ‘Thomas Scott’ into the database. To her frustration, there were quite a few Thomas Scotts in there, but eventually she came across a profile where the man depicted matched the photos of the Thomas Scott she was searching for.

  Doesn’t look very threatening, Jessica thought to herself.

  Then she looked at his profile, at what he had done since the rescue, and felt her eyes widen as she gaped in shock.

  No WONDER they don’t want me talking to him. 

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  Tommy stretched and yawned as Natalie stirred in his arms.

  Ow, he thought as he cracked his neck. Sleeping in the sitting position was never a comfortable experience.

  “Hey”, he whispered to her.

  “Hey yourself”, Natalie mumbled.

  Slowly, the two of them rose up and started to move out of the plane, when Tommy saw something on one of the seats.

  Oh, my God. 

  Jackie’s winter coat was still bound up with rope, but Tommy still felt sick at what he knew lay beneath the wrappings.

  Quickly, he leaned down and picked up the heartbreakingly small package, storing it into one of the overhead compartments.

  “I honestly completely forgot we put her here”, Natalie said quietly.

  “Yeah, me too”, he replied.

  Stepping outside, they gazed out around them. The day was bright and sunny, without a cloud in the sky. It was hard to believe it had only been a single night since Tommy had seen the Yellowjackets chasing Natalie across the ice, before he…

  He couldn’t even finish his thoughts, but he knew what had to happen next, as he heard a pair of boots crunch in the snow behind him.

  “Tommy? What do we do now?”

  Turning around, Tommy gazed at Javi.

  “We have to get back to the cabin, see what we can salvage. The fire should have died down by now.”

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  As the cabin came into view, Natalie struggled to keep her emotions in check.

  There were a few smouldering flames, but overall, the fire seemed to have burned itself out.

  That was the only good news. The cabin was utterly destroyed. The roof was gone, the walls were wrecked… there was no chance of this place being a shelter for them again.

  What on earth could they do? Despite Lottie’s words, Natalie knew there was no telling when winter would end for them.

  What if another snowstorm sprang up? They would all freeze to death. Maybe they could seek shelter where Coach Scott had gone?

  Coach Scott just tried to burn us all alive. I somehow doubt he would be quite so accommodating.

  After dousing the few remaining flames with snow, their group slowly moved through the cabin, picking through anything they could use.

  The ammunition left behind had all exploded in the fire, it seemed. There was nothing but shell casings left. Luckily, not all of the pots and bowls were damaged. Nor the cutlery. Natalie was looking through one of the lanterns to see if it could still work when she heard someone speak.

  “Hey, guys? Come check this out.”

  Natalie turned to see Misty… pulling up a floorboard?

  “What are you doing?”

  “This floorboard is loose. So are the two on either side of it. But the rest are nailed together. Either it’s a design flaw, or…”

  Or there’s something underneath. 

  They pulled up the floorboards, only to see nothing but dirt beneath. Immediately, they started to dig, until Natalie felt her fingers scraping something solid.

  It took a few minutes, but eventually they pulled what looked like an old, large suitcase from the ground. There was no name on it, no identifying marks, but Natalie knew it had to have belonged to the cabin’s previous owner.

  “The guy who lived here must had stored this for emergencies”, Van said.

  As they opened up the suitcase, Natalie looked inside… and was disappointed by what she saw. A flashlight that turned out to not work anymore. Cash, which was utterly useless out here. Several sets of underwear, which Natalie could only hope had been clean when it was stored.

  Gross. 

  Then as they pulled more similarly useless items from the suitcase, Natalie saw something else. A book.

  Then Natalie read the title, and saw the pictures of man-made tents on the cover.

  Art and Architecture of the Ancient World.

  “Holy shit”, she whispered, as she showed the book to Tommy, smiling at she saw the incredulous look on his face.

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  This is it. This is how we survive.

  Tommy opened the book up. It was even better than he could have hoped for. There were actual, honest-to-God instructions on how to build long-term shelters from forest materials.

  “I think our luck has just turned around”, he grinned, showing the book to the group.

  The mood for the rest of the day was definitely a good one, as they began gathering branches from nearby trees using the hatchets that had been salvaged.

  Though he didn’t want to give himself false hope, Tommy was sensing the tension of the previous twenty-four hours beginning to melt away.

  If only the snow would melt with it, he thought.

  Fortunately, the meat shed had been untouched by the fire, and after a short discussion amongst themselves, they brought out what remained of Mari and cooked it, eating the last of the meat from her bones then and there.

  Looking around, Tommy could see the expressions on everyone’s faces. Their act of cannibalism was certainly not one to celebrate, but everyone certainly seemed more… relaxed? Was that the right word? Tommy wasn’t sure.

  Regardless, they had what they needed to build new shelters. The trick would be finding the right place for it.

  The map they had taken so long to properly put together was little more than a pile of ash, but there were a few pieces of paper that had survived the blaze. As Tommy shifted them over in his hands, he heard Natalie draw up beside him.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Trying to see where we can set up the shelters. We’ll need a spot that’s wide open, but close to water. Any ideas?”

  Natalie bit her lip. “You remember the space that’s close to the crash site? I think the stream’s not far away from it either.”

  “Sounds good. Let’s check it out.”

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  The moment they drew up to the clearing, Natalie knew it would be perfect. There was enough space for all of them, and the stream was barely ten minutes’ walk away.

  The main problem, of course, was the fact that none of them had any idea when winter would end.

  Using the instructions from the book, they slowly began to construct the first shelter. It took hours, but eventually, as night fell and they travelled back to the plane for some sleep, Natalie felt as though, just this once, things were starting to go their way.

  The next day, she and Tommy set out early on a hunt, while the others travelled back to the clearing. Tommy had carefully counted the remaining rounds yesterday.

  “Only three hundred and thirty-seven left”, he said to Natalie as they walked through the woods. “If you get an animal in your sights… make sure there’s no chance of you missing.”

  “Got it”, she whispered.

  Neither of them expected to catch anything, after the dry streak they had had recently, so it was to their immense surprise when a full-grown doe crossed their path. After shooting it, the two of them sat down to wait the customary half-hour, before checking the deer was dead.

  Something had been bugging Natalie for the last two days, and now that they were alone, she finally had a chance to address it.

  “Was it really true, what you said the other night? Was… was something really telling you to get back to the cabin?”

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  Tommy hesitated. “Something just felt… wrong. I can’t really explain it. It’s… hard to put into words, but… yeah. I felt like something was telling me to head back, so I started running towards the cabin, away from Ben.”

  He cleared his throat. “To be clear, I still don’t believe in Lottie’s bullshit, but… yeah. It was definitely… yeah. There was something there.”

  “Dang”, Natalie said, and to Tommy’s surprise, he saw she was grinning.

  “Were you really running? It must have felt serious.”

  “Okay, yeah, very funny”, Tommy snipped, but Natalie’s giggle was already making him smile.

  “It’s good to hear you laugh again”, he said to her. “I… I missed you, you know? I know that doesn’t make any sense, we’ve been together every day here, but-”

  “No. No, I get it.”

  Natalie scooted closer to him. “I missed you too. I miss… I miss how things were before all this. I wish… I wish…”

  I wish we could go home.

  “I understand”, Tommy murmured, drawing Natalie into his arms. She stank a little bit, and felt hot and cold at the same time, somehow, but he tightened his grip on the girl he loved, burying his face in her neck.

  “I love you”, he murmured.

  “I love you too”, Natalie whispered back, as she craned her neck to place her soft, warm lips on his.

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  Though Natalie had hoped beyond hope that winter would end soon, it still came as a shock when, almost two weeks after the cabin burned down, she and Tommy set out on another hunt, only to see grass poking through the snow.

  “This doesn’t mean we’re out of the woods yet”, Tommy warned. “We’re in the ‘false spring’ stage of the seasons now. A snowstorm could still happen any day.”

  Natalie nodded, but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across her face. As they continued to travel through the woods, she was delighted to see some edible plants beginning to rebloom, and they quickly dug them up to bring them back to the clearing.

  Thanks to the book, the shelters were beginning to take on a more proper shape now. They had decided to construct eight overall, pairing everyone off amongst the sixteen of them. Natalie had paired off with Tommy, of course, and was becoming more and more proud of their work each day. It felt like they were building their own little house. One where they could shut themselves off from everyone else and enjoy their time together in peace.

  Everyone was still sleeping in the plane, as it was too cold to stay in the incomplete shelters just yet, but Natalie knew, with the worst of winter behind them, it would only be a matter of time.

  Tommy was still worried about snowstorms, of course, and Natalie knew he was right to feel that way, but as the days slowly passed them by, and turned into weeks… no storm sprang up to freeze them to death.

  The area around them was growing more and more green with every passing day, and the game was starting to return. The birds, the rodents… and of course, the deer. It seemed that almost every day now, Tommy and Natalie were bringing back food for the group, and everyone went to sleep with full bellies for multiple consecutive days.

  Tommy warned them to not take their good fortune for granted, and Natalie tried valiantly to bury the growing hope within herself, but she could see it. They all could see it.

  Winter was behind them. They had made it through.

  Finally, the day came where it was determined to be warm enough for everyone to officially move into their completed shelters.

  After they finished their celebratory dinner (comprised of deer, beaver, muskrat, and a healthy number of cattails) Natalie shut the shelter’s door behind her and Tommy, and turned around to face him.

  Barely a minute later, the two of them were naked, rolling around on the bed of furs they had constructed together. As Natalie viciously bounced up and down on top of Tommy, trying and failing to keep her moans under control, she leaned down to kiss his stubbled face, pouring all her love and passion into the boy she loved.

  As they finished, Natalie collapsed on top of Tommy, kissing him all the while as he kissed her back.

  “We made it, my darling”, she said to him. “We made it through winter together, like you said we would.”

  “I couldn’t have done it without you”, Tommy replied. “None of us could have done it without you.”

  Natalie felt the tears come to her eyes as she kissed him again.

  She didn’t want anyone else. She refused to even consider falling in love with anyone but Tommy. When she looked at him, she saw everything she never thought she could have, lying within her grasp.

  Even if they never made it home… at least she would know what love, true love, felt like.

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  As time passed, Tommy found himself wondering what had become of Ben. Was his brother even still alive?

  Ben knew everything Tommy knew about survival, but out there on his own, and with only one leg… Tommy tried not to let it show, but every time he and Natalie set out, he was secretly terrified of coming across his brother’s emaciated corpse.

  Of course, Tommy knew where Ben was staying. But Natalie was the only one who knew that he knew, and she hadn’t asked him where the location of the cave was. Tommy appreciated her for that, but the others had been a little harder to convince.

  The first day after the clearing had been discovered, Taissa had approached Tommy when he and Natalie dragged the dead doe back towards the group.

  “Look, I know… I know the last few days have been… crazy, but… do you know where Coa- where your brother might have gone?”

  “No”, Tommy lied. “We still hadn’t found where Javi was staying when I left him to… head back.”

  Taissa shifted uncomfortably, and Tommy made sure to keep his gaze on her.

  “I know what you’re thinking”, he said. “But I do not believe Ben burned the cabin down-”

  “The doors were jammed”, Taissa said, and Tommy got the feeling that, despite her speaking calmly, Taissa Turner was one wrong word away from exploding. “Can you explain that?”

  “No, I can’t, and I don’t care to try. But why on earth would he burn down the cabin with me inside? Would you burn your own brother alive?”

  “I’m an only child.”

  “Then I would not expect you to understand”, Tommy said shortly, dragging the deer past Taissa. “Ben didn’t burn down the cabin. End of discussion.”

  “But- no, wait-”

  “He said that’s the end of, it, Tai”, Natalie snapped. “Leave it alone.”

  Taissa did not push the matter with Tommy, but he saw her talking to Javi later that day. Fortunately, Javi did not answer any of Taissa’s questions about where he had stayed, and as Tommy saw Taissa stomp off in frustration, Javi gave him a nod.

  Tommy was surprised, but nodded back. He had not expected to find an ally in Javi, but the young boy at least seemed to understand the bond between brothers.

  With that in mind, Tommy did his best to try and help Travis through his grief as time passed, but the older Martinez brother seemed to have entered the same catatonic state as when he believed Javi to be dead.

  Of course, there was no mistaking the fact that this time, the person Travis grieved was well and truly gone, and despite the circumstances that had led to it, Tommy felt an immeasurable wave of guilt whenever he saw Travis shuffling around the camp.

  He himself had changed as well, of course. He couldn’t gut an animal without being reminded of sliding the knife between Jackie’s ribs, nor pull the trigger on the rifle without being reminded of the moment Mari had crumpled and fallen forward on to the ice, like a puppet with its strings cut.

  It didn’t take long for the nightmares to come, in the aftermath of that terrible day. Not long at all.

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  As time passed, Natalie became more and more worried about Tommy. While some of their nights together would pass by peacefully, every so often, Natalie would be woken by Tommy thrashing around in his sleep, covered in sweat and shaking like a leaf, as she struggled to comfort him.

  One night was particularly bad, as Natalie woke to hear him scream right in her ear.

  “Tommy! Tommy, it’s okay, you’re okay-”

  “I missed”, Tommy said, tears running down his cheeks. “I saw them chasing you, and I kept firing, and I k-kept missing, and they caught up to you, and-”

  He dissolved into sobs, as Natalie rained kisses down on him, struggling to keep her own tears back.

  “It’s okay,” she soothed him. “I’m okay. I’m okay because you saved my life. You’ve saved it every day we’ve been together. Every single one.”

  Tommy’s breathing started to grow more even, as Natalie held him close to her.

  “Go back to sleep”, she whispered. “I’ll be here when you wake up. I will always be here when you wake up.”

  She saw Tommy hesitate.

  “Sleep, my love”, Natalie whispered, and waited until she heard Tommy’s breathing even out completely, and she knew he had drifted off.

  She didn’t know what to do. She wasn’t a psychiatrist. She didn’t know the proper techniques for guiding someone through a traumatic event. How could she help him get past this?

  In the end, a potential solution would come from the last person Natalie expected, as she was surprised to be approached by Lottie, of all people.

  “I know we’ve had our differences”, Lottie said to her. “But… I want to help. Tommy needs to lead us. He can’t do that if he can’t sleep. I can… I can teach him to meditate, if you think it would help him.”

  Natalie hesitated. She didn’t trust Lottie. Despite her apparent surrender, Natalie still felt her skin crawl whenever Lottie was in her sight. But she wanted Tommy to get better, and Natalie decided to roll the dice.

  “Alright,” she said. “But I’m doing it with him.”

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  Naturally, Tommy was sceptical at best when Natalie proposed meditating with Lottie, but he figured he had nothing to lose.

  At least Natalie would be doing it with him. Tommy desperately wanted their nights together to be a time of peace once again, not a time of him flailing around and accidentally hitting Natalie. That hadn’t actually happened yet, but Tommy figured it was only a matter of time, and if he did hit her… he knew he would never forgive himself.

  They were now approaching two months since the cabin had burned down, and as two became three, Tommy was surprised to find the sessions were actually working, as slowly but surely, he and Natalie began to enjoy sleeping together in peace again.

  Tommy had never meditated before, but he was surprised to realise how much he enjoyed it. It was just so… calming, and it showed in his demeanour.

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  Natalie was thrilled at the changes she saw in Tommy. As they passed through the third month since the cabin burned, the nightmares Tommy suffered through appeared to dissipate, to her relief.

  Of course, Natalie had suffered through more than a few nightmares herself in the aftermath of her own teammates chasing her, but once she woke, all she had to do was burrow herself back in Tommy’s arms, and she would always sink back into slumber soon enough.

  In the back of her mind, Natalie was very much aware of how dependent they were becoming on each other, but she was just so relieved at Tommy trying to move on from the death of Mari, she couldn’t bring herself to care.

  She never thought she would have Lottie Matthews to thank for bringing her boyfriend back to her, but life was full of surprises out in the wilderness, Natalie had learned.

  As the temperature warmed, the water in the stream nearby warmed with it, leaving the two of them to bathe together. It became quite common between them for Natalie to lie in Tommy’s arms in one of the deeper parts of the river, moaning and grunting softly as he ran his hands through her hair, when he wasn’t carefully cleaning every inch of her naked body with the utmost precision, which would in turn lead to some extremely passionate lovemaking, either in the water or on the shore.

  In regard to food, things had never been better. Besides the generous amounts of game she and Tommy were bringing back every other day, they had started to grow a vegetable garden, and Akilah was beginning to raise a number of rabbits and ducks in the new animal pen they had constructed, using the invaluable book they had found as a guide.

  Overall, it seemed as though things were starting to settle down for them… though there was one problem yet to be solved, in the form of the new addition to their group.

  It had started small. One night, during their first week sleeping in their new shelters, Jeremy had been unable to stop crying, keeping Shauna up until morning.

  Tommy had entered Shauna’s tent in the morning to find Shauna passed out from exhaustion, with Jeremy wailing in her arms. Being the insightful person he was, Tommy had gently taken Jeremy from Shauna to look after, just until she woke. Jeremy had seemed happy enough with Tommy, so nobody paid it any mind.

  Nobody except Shauna, that is, who came bounding out of her shelter like an enraged mother bear and snatched Jeremy out of Tommy’s arms. Jeremy had instantly begun shrieking again, much to the frustration of everyone else, and Shauna had stomped back into her shelter, ignoring them all.

  Another time, they had all been sitting around a fire, eating their dinner, when Jeremy had begun to fuss. Shauna had opened her shirt to nurse him, but it wasn’t long before Jeremy started crying again, wriggling in her arms.

  Then the infant caught sight of Tommy… and to the incredulous surprise of everyone there, held out his tiny arms towards Natalie’s boyfriend. Shauna had looked horror-stricken, but Jeremy would not stop whining and fussing until Shauna reluctantly handed him over to Tommy.

  Once he was in Tommy’s arms, Jeremy had acted calmly for the rest of the night, before snuggling himself into Tommy’s shoulder and falling asleep. It was, without a doubt, the most adorable thing Natalie had ever seen, and she couldn’t help cooing at the sight of them together. Akilah had a theory that Tommy had imprinted on Jeremy somehow during the birth, like birds and dogs did with their young.

  “He probably thinks Tommy is his dad”, Akilah said to Shauna. Natalie was sure she meant it kindly, but Shauna looked wounded all the same.

  They decided to test it out the next day. Jeremy would whine and cry whenever one of the girls or the Martinez boys held him, but when Tommy picked him up, Jeremy gurgled happily, reaching up to grab Tommy’s nose.

  “PARP!” Tommy said, imitating a buzzer.

  Jeremy looked shocked for a moment, before starting to laugh, his giggles filling the air.

  “He’s gonna make a really good dad, one day”, Natalie heard Robin say next to her, as Jeremy reached for Tommy’s nose again.

  Yes, he is, Natalie thought, smiling as Tommy said “PARP!” again.

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  As Tommy looked over to see Natalie smiling at him, he felt his own smile reach his face. She would make a good mother one day; he was sure of it.

  In that moment, Tommy knew, without a doubt, that Natalie was the only person in the world he wanted to be the mother of any future children of his. But would they end up with children one day, way out here?

  As he had done before, Tommy concluded that having a child with Natalie made for a nice idea in theory, but the reality of their situation placed them far away from civilisation, with nothing even close to medical treatment if something went wrong during the pregnancy. There was no guarantee that either Natalie or any child of theirs would survive, whether in pregnancy, in childbirth or the aftermath of both.

  Tommy remembered learning in school about the high infant mortality rates during olden times, before the invention of modern medicine. Out here, they might as well be stuck right back in those times again.

  Tommy brushed his thoughts aside, as he cradled Jeremy. One baby was enough to deal with, at least for now.

  He went to hand Shauna’s son back to her, but as soon as she took him, Jeremy began to wail.

  Shauna’s face darkened.

  “I’m sorry”, Tommy said to her. “I don’t know why he-”

  “If he wants to be with you so bad”, Shauna snarled, “you can have him. I’m sick of this. You feed him. You bathe him.”

  She paused, then wrinkled her nose. “And you change him as well. God knows I’ve done it enough times.”

  Change him? Tommy wondered.

  Then the smell coming from Jeremy hit his nostrils, and he struggled not to gag.

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  “It’s okay, we’ll get you nice and clean, yeah?” Tommy said, moving Jeremy away from the group.

  Natalie decided to check on Shauna, who had already gone back into her shelter.

  “What do you want?” Shauna snapped at Natalie.

  “Just… checking up on you. Are you alright?”

  “Oh, I’m fine. Why wouldn’t I be? We’re miles from civilisation, my best friend is dead, and my baby prefers the guy who killed her to his own mother. Who wouldn’t be fine with that?”

  “Uh…” Natalie had no idea what to say in response, and the burning look in Shauna’s eyes convinced her it would be a good idea to leave.

  Things unfortunately did not improve as time went on, and they began their fourth month in the clearing. Jeremy would of course stay with Shauna overnight, or when it was feeding time, but otherwise he would always cry whenever Tommy wasn’t within his sight.

  Natalie knew having a child out here was a bad idea. She knew there was a very real chance that if she fell pregnant, neither she nor her baby might survive.

  But seeing Tommy carrying Jeremy around, swaddling him, or changing the various animal-skin loincloths they had made the young infant in place of diapers, or cleaning up any spit or puke that came out of Jeremy’s mouth, stirred something within Natalie that she had never felt before, as she considered the reality of their situation.

  She was aware that she probably wasn't thinking straight. She was also aware that Tommy might be unintentionally clouding her judgement. But all of a sudden, the idea of letting time slip through her fingers while they were out here felt absolutely ludicrous.

  Things might be good now amongst the group. But they all knew it was only a matter of time before winter came back.

  Who was to say any of them would survive it? Who was to say they wouldn’t begin to starve again, and resume their acts of cannibalism?

  Fuck it. If it isn’t now… it might be never. 

  And Natalie Scatorccio did not want to know what it would be like to die without ever knowing what it was like to be joined to another person, in a bond that had been considered blessed and holy long before civilisation had been created.

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  As Tommy carried a sleeping Jeremy around the camp, rocking him gently, he saw Natalie come up to him.

  “You’re so good with him”, she said, whispering softly. The look in her eyes was so tender and caring, Tommy felt himself smile at her.

  “I honestly have no idea what I’m doing half the time”, he confessed. “I wish… I wish I had instructions on how to do this properly.”

  “Pretty sure kids don’t come with a manual”, Natalie grinned.

  Tommy saw her jerk her head away from him. “Do you wanna… go on hunt? Stores are getting a bit low.”

  “Sure”, Tommy shrugged. Carefully walking back to Shauna’s hut, he placed Jeremy in his crib. Shauna, who was scribbling away in her journal, didn’t so much as turn her head in acknowledgement, and Tommy quietly left her alone. He didn’t want to make things even worse between them.

  As he set out with Natalie, his girlfriend started to ask about who they might train to be the next hunter of their group.

  “Taissa, maybe, or Van? I think with some practice they might get better at it-”

  “I’m not sure it’s such a great idea to train a new hunter.”

  “What? Why not?”

  Natalie looked confused, so Tommy explained the thoughts that had been swirling around in his head, whenever he had remembered the day of the hunt that had led to Mari’s death.

  “We both know it’s only a matter of time before winter comes back. Our food supplies will start to dwindle again, and everyone will get hungrier… and angrier, too. For all we know, someone might end up suggesting another card draw.”

  Lottie had grabbed the pack of cards when she was escaping the burning cabin, and Tommy got the feeling it wasn’t so she could play with them.

  “The group knows neither of us will tolerate the murder of the other. I know they can be… crazy… but they’re smart enough to understand that killing the two best hunters of the group may… put a dampener, so to speak, on their food intake.”

  “Oh. Yeah, that makes sense, I guess. What… what about Travis and Javi?”

  Tommy hesitated, before speaking again. “Neither of them have hunted with us since the cabin burned down. They’re probably hopelessly out of practice by now. The group most likely knows they would make poor substitutes for us.”

  Especially Travis, Tommy thought. Their old hunting partner had not emerged from his catatonic state yet… though deep down, the idea of handing Travis a loaded weapon gave Tommy pause for thought, considering what he had done to the other boys’ girlfriend.

  They travelled on in silence for a while, before eventually coming across a deer. As they sat down to wait after Tommy shot it, Natalie started to speak again.

  Tommy never could have imagined, in his wildest dreams, what their next discussion would be about.

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  “Um…” Natalie said, twisting her fingers. She couldn’t say it. Why couldn’t she?

  You know why.

  “What is it?” Tommy asked. His eyes were gentle, and his tone was soft, and it gave Natalie the courage to say what she needed.

  “I know… I know this might sound crazy. But…”

  She swallowed nervously, and took a breath. “None of us know how long we have left. Not out here. None of us might make it through the next winter, and I… um, I…”

  She felt her face growing hot. “I don’t wanna die without knowing what it’s like for you to be mine. Truly, completely mine.”

  She saw Tommy’s eyes widen. Did he realise what she was about to say? She hoped so.

  “Thomas Matthew Scott… will you… will you marry me? Please?”

  She gazed into his eyes, holding her breath as she waited for his answer.

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  Tommy gazed at Natalie in shock. He’d always imagined, if they ever did get married, he would be the one to propose, following tradition.

  But Natalie had never been what one would call a traditional girl. It was one of the things he loved about her.

  And as he gazed into her beautiful blue-green eyes, he reached out a hand to run through her steadily darkening hair, while his other hand lightly stroked her cheek.

  There was only one answer he could give. Only one answer he would ever give.

  “Natalie Elizabeth Scatorccio… I will marry you. Of course I will marry you.”

  “Really?!” Natalie exclaimed, tears beginning to run down her face.

  “Yes. Yes, of course”, Tommy said, feeling his own tears come as he pressed his lips to Natalie’s, feeling her reciprocate with enthusiasm.

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  Natalie started bawling with happiness as she pressed her lips even harder against Tommy’s, and it wasn’t long before she felt his hands begin to lift up her shirt.

  “And one more thing, just… wait…”

  “Yes?”

  “I want a baby, Tommy. I don’t… I don’t wanna die, not knowing what it was like to have one with you.”

  She gazed at him lovingly. “I know it stupid, I know we’re too young, but… I’ve seen how you are with Jeremy. You’re gonna make the best dad, I know it.”

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  Despite the hopeful look on Natalie’s face, Tommy felt himself pause for thought.

  It was stupid. It was reckless. It was risky. And of course… they were far, far too young.

  But as he gazed into Natalie’s eyes, Tommy couldn’t bring himself to say no. Natalie had been through far too much, both in Wiskayok and out here, for him to refuse her.

  “Okay. Let’s do it.”

  Natalie’s eyes widened. “Really?” She whispered softly.

  “Yes. Really.”

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  Natalie pressed her lips to Tommy’s again, and it wasn’t long before they were naked and writhing against each other on the grass.

  As she clung desperately to Tommy while he fucked her, Natalie wondered what it would be like to do this at home.

  We will get there, one day. Eventually.

  Natalie brushed her thoughts inside, and focused on making love to her fiancé.

  Oh, my God. Tommy was her fiancé. She could call him her fiancé now, not her boyfriend.

  The realisation brought a fresh wave of overjoyed tears to Natalie’s eyes, and as Tommy finished inside her, she gasped in ecstasy as she came in his arms in response, transported to a world where nothing existed but the two of them.

  Hopefully soon to be the three of us, Natalie thought, as Tommy’s lips descended upon hers.

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  Lottie watched silently as she saw Shauna feeding Jeremy. He was getting bigger, that was for certain, but he still seemed so small to her.

  When it had been her turn to hold Shauna’s son, Jeremy had almost immediately begun screaming, and Lottie had quickly handed him off to the next person. The experience had not helped her confidence in regards to bearing her own child.

  But as she gazed at Travis, Lottie knew it was time. The wilderness had waited long enough.

  As she began to walk over to the older Martinez boy, Lottie checked once more for the psychedelic mushrooms in her pocket.

  What was about to happen wouldn’t be pretty… but it would, in the end, prove necessary for them.

So, what did you think?

Will Natalie and Tommy's happiness last? Will Lottie get her way with Travis? And what in the holy hell is going to happen with Shauna?

Next chapter coming soon! Can't wait for you to read it! 😊 ❤️

[lovesickf-fics]

If you have time/energy is there any chance you would pretty please write a sequel to “Shy guy big cock” with James and Remus 👀

Big Cock put to Use

tw : virginity, first times, spit as lube, useless cock mentality, size kink, riding, scratching, cumming on others, cumming quickly, overstim, breeding

ship mentioned : james x remus (marauders)

summary : pt 2 of this! fic, where remus wants to see what other things he's missed out on while also letting james get his happy ending by letting james have his fun.

an : i loved writing pt 1 and 2 of this i love that my marauders fics are doing so well

James would like to think what he done was good, he made remus cum and hopefully helped break down whatever mental block his friend had.

Sure, he practically scampered away to deal with his own boner but that was all about remus, not him and he definitely had something decent to think about to finish himself off.

Imagine his surprise when the next night, remus is waiting for him, his boner prominent in his trousers.

"I want to do more. with you- preferably. I heard you afterwards, so could i? could we like- mutually cum?"

he's still red in the face and embarrassed and clearly still unsure what to do with himself and james who has been plagued with the thoughts of how remus looked and felt last night almost agreed before blinking, selfishly he wanted to see what else remus could do.

James lets him into his bed this time, curtains shutting between them and he guides Remus to lay down.

"You okay moons?"

The boy was shaking almost, practically useless laying there.

"i dunno if i can do this prongs, its alot of responsibility"

James realises in that moment, the boy cant top. He's scared to be too much with everything he's packing, and james has a very simple solution.

"I'll do the work, you lay there"

They dont kiss, theres no foreplay, he helps remus lie down, and then they strip themselves down, shifting and shimmying clothes off till they're tossed into the pile growing outside the four poster bed.

Remus is blushing again and james thinks seeing that is going to start getting him hard on habit because hes hovering above remus, remus is half hard and already grabbing his waist.

James is leading everything, he's the one who shifts so he's able to spit down onto remus, he's to one who spreads the spit across the length slowly to help ease the nerves the boy beneath him clearly had, he's the one who gently guides remus' hand to his hole, helping him push the first fingertip in him while he focuses on the cock infront of him.

Remus is wide eyed, he gasps at the feeling of james touching him and almost chokes on air at the feeling of pushing past how tight james is. The whole experience honestly makes him dizzy, as if every drop of blood is choosing to go to his cock rather than his brain.

He let's james guide his fingers, in and out slowly, all while his spare hand not holding remus' wrist is working its way up the length of remus' cock, the tip already leaking pre, useless there and waiting until James is more open.

James is the one that takes his hands away, remus could whimper from the lack of heat on his cock and on his fingers, immediately missing the sensations

Remus doesn't have to wait long, james taking pity on the boy laid there with no idea what he's doing by shuffling forward, gently lining himself up and lowering onto the length that was desperate for something more than a mouth.

James lowers slowly, he knows first hand that remus is huge, and taking it all will practically knock the air out of him, so he's careful, which makes remus break a sweat.

He thought a mouth was good, and he's not taking that back, but now he has james' hole, taking him inch by inch without fear, and he feels close already. His hands dig into the sheets, letting james go to everything, and he's laid there trying not to squirm.

James bottoms out, panting slightly and his skin a pinker shade than before, cockwarming for just a moment, taking in every feeling, the feeling of being fuller than ever before, the feeling of remus trying not to squirm below him, the feeling of his own cock hard and sat just infront of his stomach, hovering and dripping onto remus.

Remus can barely take it, his throat is dry, every liquid in his body seems to be helping keep his cock hard or sweating out of him.

James gives into the pity of the squirming boy beneath him and also the desperation clinging at the inside of his stomach, slowly rising again, dropping down ever so slowly, remus practically cries out, the sensations are all too much he feels like he could cum already.

James keeps going, the burn in his thighs and the tingling in his stomach keeping him moving, up and down at an uneven pace, slamming down a little harder each time and enjoying the feeling of the cock knocking the wind out of him while remus starts to grab at james. Scratching the boy ontop rather than the sheets, his knuckles white

James has his eyes shut, selfishly riding remus like a new toy, breaking the boy in while he tears up, remus cums without a chance to warn james and all james does is ride him through it, continuing to bounce while remus lets his tears hit the pillows.

They flow down his temples and soak the fabric beneath him while he digs his nails into james' hips, not stopping the movements but not helping them either, a state of overstimulation clawing at him, his cock starting to go soft but staying up enough that james can keep going. Not that he looks like he'd stop.

He probably wouldnt, his whole body feels alight and he cant stop to think about how the overstimulation would affect remus because he feels close too and he doesnt want his new toy taken away just yet, bouncing like his life depends on it while sweat clings to his skin, glinting in the soft light in the canopy bed.

Remus watches in awe, vision blurry and gasping with every bottoming out but james looks delicious like this, his skin is glowing, his cock is redder than before and dripping, a string of precum attaching remus to him by the hair on his stomach. Shakily grabbing his cock to help him finish before his own cock ruins james' experience.

James thinks that remus' hand is practically useless there but the cute attempt makes him melt, ruining any holding back he had as he cums in spurts, soaking across remus' stomach and chest. Remus feels james clenching, and if he had anything in him, he thought he'd have probably came again.

[sweetromanova]

This Is Home: Part Two🖤

Natasha Romanoff x Wanda Maximoff x Original Female Character

Summary: There were strict rules before. Now there’s freedom, feelings and a toaster.

Warnings: references to cult/cult activity, mild psychological manipulation, mild violence, abuse themes, brief mentions of homophobia, cult is not explicitly religious but it has a very similar vibe so if that offends you be mindful!

Chapter Two

The Tower was quiet by the time the team dispersed. The lights dimmed automatically with the late hour, casting a soft glow along the halls. Even the usually buzzing common room had gone still, the remains of coffee cups and half finished files abandoned for the night.

Natasha sat at the kitchen island, her arms folded, watching the steam rise from her untouched tea. Across from her, Wanda leaned against the counter, gently rubbing the back of her neck, both of them quiet for a long stretch of time.

"She didn't even hesitate." Natasha said eventually, voice low.

Wanda nodded, her eyes distant. "No. It was automatic. Like breathing."

"She dropped like it was expected. Like we were the ones who were late in commanding her."

There was no judgment in her tone. Just something deeper. Unease. Maybe guilt.

"I've seen soldiers do that." Natasha added. "But never someone so... calm. She wasn't afraid of being wrong. She was afraid of not serving, of not having a purpose."

Wanda looked toward the hallway as though her thoughts were already drifting to the girl down the hall. "Do you think she even knows what that word means? 'Serve'? Outside of how she was taught?"

Natasha didn't answer right away. Instead, she finally picked up her mug, held it between her hands like it might ground her.

"She thought Steve was holy." She murmured. "She didn't just kneel. She offered herself. She thought that was the right thing to do."

Wanda's eyes found Natasha's. "She thought it was safe."

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They moved without speaking, both stepping out of the kitchen and into the hallway, following instinct rather than decision. The door to Astrea's room was half-closed, the light inside dim.

Natasha stopped a few feet from the entrance. Wanda came up beside her and then very slowly, they both peered through the gap in the door.

Astrea was on the floor.

Her body was folded forward, knees pressed against the wood, her hands outstretched in front of her in a position that was too reverent and formal to be anything but worship. Her hair had come loose from its braid, falling over her shoulders in soft and messy waves. The soft white light from the lamp behind her gave her the outline of something angelic.

She was whispering.

Not crying. Not asking.

Just reciting.

Natasha leaned in, straining to hear.

"...for I remain his light, the gift forged in obedience. I humble myself in silence, as was taught, as was willed-"

Wanda's breath caught. "She's still praying to him."

Natasha closed her eyes, just for a moment. She felt something heavy settle in her chest. Perhaps not anger or fear but grief. For the girl on the floor, for what had been done to her and for how long it might take before she could even begin to understand that she had been wronged.

"I don't think she even knows she can stop." Natasha murmured.

Wanda watched, unmoving. "Then we teach her what stopping feels like."

They didn't enter the room. They just closed the door gently, careful not to disturb the rhythm of Astrea's whispered devotions and walked back down the hall without speaking.

Behind them, the prayer continued. Soft, steady, sacred only to the one who had no other gods left to believe in.

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Astrea woke before the sun rose.

Not because she was restless or out of place but because her body was so finely trained that anything else felt like sin. She sat upright in her bed, legs folded beneath her, hands resting in her lap. The sheets were barely disturbed. She hadn't allowed herself to move much in her sleep. All night she wished to lay below the bed, on the cold floor of the bedroom. But she was given a bed and it would be ungrateful to dismiss such a gift.

She slid from the mattress without a sound, moving like breath through the air and knelt on the floor at the foot of the bed. Her fingers intertwined, her head bowed. She mouthed silent words, not because she feared being heard but because reverence was more powerful in stillness.

When the prayer ended, she stood slowly, walked to the edge of the bed and and began folding the sheets into exact lines. She took care with each corner, smoothing them into tight triangles, just as she had been taught. The bed should look untouched.

A clean space reflected a clean soul.

The clothes Wanda had left her, a soft black t-shirt and loose grey sweatpants were still neatly folded at the edge. Astrea lifted the fabric as if it were woven from gold. She brought the t-shirt to her face, gently inhaling the scent. It smelled like vanilla and artificial softness, something she wasn’t used too.

There were no fastenings or laces or clasps. Even no modesty layers.

She hesitated then placed it back down gently and turned towards the bathroom.

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The shower was waiting.

She stood in the doorway and stared at it.

It looked like an upright coffin made of glass and metal. There was a sleek, chrome lever jutting out from one wall, a faucet at waist height and round silver disc above, embedded in the ceiling.

She walked inside and stood in the center of the tile, fully clothed, turning slowly to examine each surface. No bowls, no basin, no oils. Just a single bottle labeled ‘shampoo’ and a button that read steam mode.

She pressed the lever and nearly screamed.

Water poured from the ceiling in a violent, thundering stream, slamming against her back. She stumbled forward, clutching the wall for balance.

It was hot. Not boiling but nothing like the room-temperature cloths or herbal rinses she was used to. She turned sharply, eyes wide, gasping. Then she slipped slightly as her bare foot hit the slick tile.

Still dripping, she reached for the bottle labeled shampoo and turned it over in her hands like it was a relic. She twisted the cap and sniffed. It smelled like fruit, like fruit that had been lied to.

She looked up at the water again then stepped under it.

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Fifteen minutes later, Wanda opened Astrea's bedroom door after a polite, couple of knocks and smelled something unusually strong.

"Is that... coconut?" She muttered to herself, the smell strong enough to drift from her bathroom.

The bathroom door opened and Astrea stepped out, wrapped in one of the plush towels from under the sink. Her hair was dripping, her arms held stiffly at her sides. She looked like a baptised ghost.

"I think the rain room is broken." She whispered, quietly.

Wanda blinked. "The what?"

Astrea gestured back towards the shower. “It shot water from the ceiling. I tried to contain the waterfall. I used a cloth."

"You mean the shower?"

Astrea nodded, slowly. "The glass walls did not hold it."

Wanda opened the door behind her. The bathroom was drenched, steam still rising, towels soaking on the floor and the bottle of shampoo lying upside down in the sink with its contents poured out like a sacrifice.

Wanda tried not to laugh. "Okay. That's... we'll work on it."

Astrea looked genuinely concerned. "I will accept punishment if I caused harm to the room."

"You didn't." Wanda said, immediately but gently. "But maybe... just ask next time?"

"Yes." Astrea agreed. "Next time I will ask the rain to wait."

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By the time she joined the others in the kitchen, she was dressed in the sweatpants and t-shirt. Her braid had already come slightly undone from the humidity and a curl hung loose at the side of her cheek. Her leader, Elias, would have never stood for such sloppiness but Wanda walked with a purpose and she didn't want to be left behind. So she walked in slowly just two steps behind her, scanning the space.

Maria stood at the counter, pouring black coffee into a chipped mug. Clint was rummaging through the fridge, muttering something about expired yogurt. Sam was pressing buttons on the toaster like it was a video game.

Astrea watched them with fascination. It was like watching animals in the wild. Each of them moved with ease and independence, laughing, half talking over one another, trading insults with affection. It was loud but not hostile. The tension in her shoulders rose anyway.

Natasha appeared behind her with a reassuring hand on her back. "Come on." She smiled. "This is just breakfast. You don't have to do anything."

Astrea nodded, stiff as a board.

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Maria noticed her first.

"Morning." She grinned then frowned slightly. "Are you okay?"

Astrea looked around the room. She spotted a chair and simply waited.

Natasha motioned to it. "You can sit."

Astrea sat slowly, placing her hands flat on the table.

Clint turned around from his conversation with Wanda. "Hey, Rain Girl! You survive the waterfall?"

"I did not drown." Astrea answered, most seriously.

There was a beat of silence. Then Wanda laughed, Sam tried to smother a smile and Clint raised both hands in mock defense.

"Okay. So she's literal. Noted."

Sam placed a plate of toast in front of her, sliced unevenly with a little butter already melting into the bread. He gave her a friendly nod.

"This is toast." He said gently, like speaking to a wild deer. "It's bread but warm."

Astrea stared at it. Then reached out and touched it cautiously with two fingers.

"It feels... damp."

"That's the butter."

"Ah." She looked around the table, then slowly picked it up and bit the corner.

Her eyebrows lifted. "This tastes... sinful."

Natasha nearly snorted her coffee. "You'll get used to it." Wanda said, taking the seat beside her. "Most of the food the guys eat around here is sinful."

Astrea chewed thoughtfully. "It feels like something I'm not supposed to enjoy."

Natasha leaned forward, arms crossed on the table. "That means you're doing it right."

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The lights were low in the common room, setting the tone for the night. The large projector buzzed softly above the seating pit, casting a flickering glow onto the far wall. A romantic comedy had been chosen, one of the older ones Sam insisted 'aged fine mostly' and something about it felt safe enough for a team who could handle alien invasions but not the emotional devastation of a modern drama.

Pillows were strewn across the floor, bowls of popcorn within reach and Clint was halfway through a bag of red licorice, ignoring all protests about the sound of his chewing.

Astrea sat perched on the edge of the couch, spine stubbornly straight, a blanket carefully folded across her lap like a ceremonial robe. Wanda had set it there. The others lounged in their usual, careless way. Yelena draped over a bean bag, Bruce and Bucky quietly arguing about the film's logic, Sam periodically narrating moments as if the characters were on a mission.

Astrea didn't move and she definitely didn't laugh. She barely blinked.

She watched the film like it was a documentary of alien life.

Wanda, seated beside Natasha, leaned lightly against her shoulder. It was casual and familiar. Her hand brushed Natasha's briefly, something natural in its tenderness.

Astrea saw it. She didn't move or speak.

But her body shifted barely. A breath caught somewhere between shock and calculation. Her gaze lingered on their joined shoulders and though her face remained composed, her thoughts flickered like a lit match.

But they are both women. That union is without blessing. Forbidden. It is an unclean pairing. One must belong to the other, not mirror her.

Wanda didn't flinch but her body went still. She heard it as she glanced over, her thoughts too loud to ignore.

The thought came so clearly, so unfiltered, like a whisper pressed directly against her ear. Astrea hadn't meant to send it, didn't even know she had. But her confusion, her judgment, had bled out and spilled into another.

Wanda didn't speak.

She just exhaled through her nose, slow and thoughtful.

She didn't move away from Natasha but she did look at Astrea.

Their eyes met for a heartbeat, Wanda calm, Astrea frozen and in that brief, unspoken exchange, something passed between them.

Not confrontation. Not anger.

But a quiet promise.

I know what you think. And I'll teach you better.

Astrea looked away first. She didn't speak of it, Wanda assumes she wouldn't dare.

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Halfway through, the female lead stormed into a room in nothing but a bathrobe, yelling at her boyfriend for lying. She threw something at him, a magazine Tony had said and when he tried to apologise, she kissed him.

Astrea tilted her head.

"She is unwell." She spoke, aloud.

The room went quiet.

Bruce paused mid-sip of his drink. Sam lowered his popcorn. Wanda slowly turned her head.

Astrea continued, thinking she was helping. "She raised her voice. She exposed her thighs. She broke discipline and then she rewarded him. That is... disordered."

Yelena blinked. "Wait, are you talking about Lucy?"

"The female one." Astrea confirmed. "She should have been corrected or… guided."

Clint snorted under his breath.

Sam made a face. "Okay, hold up."

Wanda leaned forward, voice careful. "Astrea, that was just part of the story. She was angry but they talked it through. That's normal now."

Astrea looked confused. "Anger isn't permitted in women.”

"Uh... yes." Natasha replied. "Yes, it is."

Astrea turned her eyes back to the screen. "But she raised her voice above her partner. That's against the doctrine of proper yielding."

Yelena sat upright. "What doctrine?"

"The teachings. Harmony requires submission. Order is peace. Obedience is love."

Wanda exhaled quietly through her nose. "You don't have to follow those teachings anymore."

"But I haven't learned new ones yet." Astrea said, softly. "So I guess I only have the old ones to guide me."

Point made.

The room was silent again but this time, there was no tension. Just a fragile stillness, like no one wanted to move too suddenly and shatter the moment. Then Clint muttered. "Man, cults are so bad at rom-coms."

Wanda elbowed him lightly and Natasha leaned over to whisper to Astrea. "Next time, just wait till the credits."

Astrea nodded solemnly, completely missing the joke.

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As the film ended and the credits rolled, the team began to stretch and disperse. Yelena offered her a high five. Astrea stared at her palm like it was a riddle then pressed her forehead gently to it like a benediction.

"That's... not how you do it." Yelena muttered, amused but not unkind.

Sam ruffled Astrea's hair as he passed and she froze like she'd been knighted.

Natasha helped her to her feet. "You did fine." She assured.

"I didn't laugh."

"You don't have to."

"I didn't understand."

"You're not supposed to yet."

Astrea looked down at her socks. They were striped, bright colours of pink and red. Wanda had chosen them for her. "Then why did I come?"

Natasha touched her shoulder, light and grounding. "Because you're learning. And this is part of it."

Astrea looked back toward the projector, still glowing faintly in the dark.

"I think the woman still needs correction. She shrugged but her voice wasn't certain this time. It was wondering or perhaps questioning. Either way, it was the first crack.

Natasha gave her a small smile. "We'll rewatch it in a few months. You might surprise yourself."

[acrobetia]

SWTD Fish Bowl AU, Part 1: Siren's Stress(And So He Woke) +ft. art by me!

I have been wanting to write a new story/AU for a long time and even more so when I joined the Still Wakes The Deep fandom, and I finally got an idea at like 1AM a few days ago for a Caz "survives" AU, though in this he did technically die- The Shape just revived him.

I wanna know how you guys feel about this idea, I have the first chapter done! Dont expect all details to stay the same lol.

It's called the Fish Bowl AU because in this AU Caz became a fish-like infected due to The Shape but maintains all his sanity, and the whole Baira D Crew are ghosts, and are trapped in the Baira D ruins(like an invisible "fish bowl/tank", in order to leave the ruins, the only way is to follow Caz out, but once out they can't be more than 50 feet away from him or they will be dragged along like a ballon(might change the distance to be shorter). I didn't actually have a reason when I initially named it- I just thought it was a cute/silly name, but it actually works.

Im still learning about the characters and how to write their accents and all, but it'll improve as we continue! I mostly focused on Caz, Innes and Muir so I gotta study the other characters. The finished version will have much stronger accent, I'll probably write it in my own way then add in more Scottish slang as I review.

This is the only chapter that'll have a mid-chapter timeskip, technically its earlier than mid, i dont usually do them in chapters so the transitions may be a little odd there.

Main Characters(In order of importance): Caz, Mhairi, Brodie, Rob, Finlay... maybe Hans, Muir, Innes, Raffs, and Rennick.

MCs may change in the future as I lay out the story more, but Caz, Mhairi, and Brodie will remain essential. May keep Innes and Muir for more relationship variety and an excuse to write Muirinnes.

Spoilers for the DLC Siren's Rest and the main game! Also TW for profanity of course(thanks Caz), mild gore, and art of infected Caz(so, bodyhorror ig).

If y'all are interested in seeing the finished version lmk! Also, this is my first Tumblr post hehe.

Hopefully it works cause it keeps giving me an error while typing.

Note for Readers: The Shape is called The Beast by the crew since they dont know what it's called, they'll probably come up with the name The Shape for it later. The term The Shape will be used in descriptors still though.

This man's hair is a pain in the ass to draw, originally had a beard and mustache but it looked like too much, assume transformation made the hair fall off.

Words: 5165

His head felt so tingly.

He couldn't tell if it was comforting, scary, pleasant, or painful, it felt so weird, he was cold, but felt overheated at the same time, but what he was certain of, is that he was not on land.

Caz remembered everything, not that he's happy about it, but it's all that played in his mind, like he was in an eternal sleep, either floating mid-air just… watching the waves of the North Sea, or remembering his best and worst moments, from marrying Suze to blowing up the Baira, he felt… empty, in the achy sort of way.

He didn't know how much time passed, it felt like 1 minute just as much as it felt like 1 millennia.

While lost in thought, not like he has anything else to do, he felt a tug in his head, Caz whimpered and resisted, at first fighting the feeling of something dragging him down into the waves he's been watching for what could've been eternity, before giving in and letting it happen.

Caz gasped when he woke, sitting up, only to shout in pain at the pounding in his skull, “FUCK!” he yelped, gripping his head for a few moments until the pain began to subside, looking up with a wince, blinking a bit to clear his eyes, looking around, his eyes widened, “what the fuck…?” he said in a weak mutter as he noticed he was underwater inside a big metal storage crate that he could see through holes along the sides, his vision felt funny, it was dark, he could tell that, but he could see just fine, it was almost dead silent, besides the creaking of metal around him.

The baira, he was back at the oil rig, which was now sunken and a massive wreck… “how the hell-” he looked down, almost screaming at the sight of his own body, hand flinging up to cover his mouth, causing him to freeze up before he even touched his mouth to see the fin-like membrane growing from the bottom side of his forearm, he could control it too! Making it open and close easily.

Caz looks down again with a shaky breath, seeing the long appendage that came from where his legs once were, instead replaced by a mass of flesh like that which he saw on the infected back on the Baira, but for some reason… he wasn't going wild.

Caz observes his own hands, noticing the small tumours where his body had once been separated, it seems the explosion he caused destroyed him, but The Shape decided to sow him back together… with tumours… how lovely and thoughtful of it.

Caz flinched when he heard something collapse, whipping his head to see a large debris of rock falling and striking the crate he was in, causing a large enough hole for him to easily squeeze through, before the rock fell deeper into what appeared to be a trench.

Taking a deep breath, Caz worked up the courage to try and move, so with an ease that shocked even himself, he swam like an eel would, his torso laying flat forward with his finned arms helping to propel him faster, his tail slithering forward and out of the crate, the gills and fins pulling as he moved, he was slightly disoriented at first by the extra eyes about his body, so he managed to close them all so he only saw through his main eyes.

He swam into the nearest accessible part of the Baira, finding himself swimming through administration, it was familiar, but eerily different, he doesn't know how long he was gone… but for this much rust to develop, it had to be at least a few years, a few months if you're feeling generous.

He explored and found Rennicks office, or what remained of it, poking around looking through the pricks stuff since he wasnt there to stop him, Caz smirked in amusement as he dug through Rennicks drawers, eyes softening with curiosity when he found a few photos of what must've been Rennicks children, maybe nephews, he doesn't know, not that it matters-

“What the fuck are ya doing in my office, McLeary?” Rennick's voice suddenly showed up, his tone bored and annoyed, looking at Caz as if he expected the man not even to notice him.

“What the- how are you here, you daft prick?” Caz exclaimed, looking at Rennick with wide eyes, Rennick seemed to return the surprised look.

“...You can see me?” Rennick asked, raising a brow and crossing his arms.

Caz snorted, shrugging “eh, well halfway, you gotta turn up your opacity,” he chuckles, “I can see right through ya,”

“Not that you look any better, McLeary.”

“Oh fuck off, you cunt,” Caz rolled his eyes, crossing his arms, “did you no see what you looked like back on the rig? I look like a fuckin’ supermodel compared to what you were,”

“Haud yer wheesht, you clatty gobshite,” Rennick hissed, eyes narrowing at Caz.

Caz chuckled, swimming past Rennick, expecting to bump into him, but instead going right through him, “you some sort of ghost, Rennick? You cannae be the only one, aye?”

“Aye, the others are all like this too,” Rennick grumbled, begrudgingly following Caz through the crumbling Baira.

“Really? I dinnae believe it…” Caz huffed, the two swam in silence, or uh… more like Rennick just… floated along, like a balloon connected to Caz by an invisible thread.

While lost in thought, he found himself in the trench more than 200 metres under the North Sea, down in engineering, and eventually navigating to accommodations, appreciating his new body that could squeeze into itself like an octopus to get through too-small places, meanwhile Rennick just went through the walls.

“How long has this place been down here?” Caz inquired curiously, glancing at Rennick who gave a slight shrug.

“9 or 10 years, I dinnae, Trot’s was the one counting the days,”

“Huh… so I've been out for a while, aye?”

“Aye, a lot of us were confused why you dinnae showed up after death like the rest of us, we just figured you moved to the next life or whatever, that's what Roy said, and everyone went with it.”

“Sounds right of him to say,” Caz mused, shaking his head with a slight smile.

Once they reached the Crew lounge, he was surprised to find almost the entire crew, some were missing, but everyone Caz knew well was there; Finlay, Brodie, Raffs, Roy, Innes, Muir, Roper, Douglas, Scooby, Dobbie, Devros, O'Conner, Archie, Addair, even Gregor! Other's too, the list goes on, but he doesn't know all of them that well so he mainly noticed the ones he was closer with.

“Hay Caz! Long time no see!” Finlay shouted, smirking and floating over, “where've you been this whole time, Caz? you're the only one we haven't seen,”

“I was in a closed crate, one of the big metal ones, dinnae know how I got in there, but I was there,”

“Ah, well once we all appeared like this the only sign of you was your decapitated unrecognizable head lodged under debris and some other parts scattered about that'd vanish over time, only knew it was you ‘cause of the helmet, we thought the fishes were eating you up, looks like the beast did a miracle on ya,”

“Aye, cannae deny that, though I dinnae appreciate the tumours holding me together,” Caz said, huffing, “cannae even have a good smoke down here in the ocean,”

“Aye aye, was a pain for me, Caz, you know me, not like a pack or two can kill us now,”

“Aye… though why didnae you return to the surface?” Caz asked, raising a brow, “it ain't that lovely down here, is it?”

“We can't,” Brodie suddenly chimed in, floating over to greet Caz, observing his new look curiously, “been a while, hasn't it Caz?” Brodie smiled, Caz nodding, “Aye well, we cannae leave the Baira, we can go a little away but no further than a few metres, it's like we're bound to this place,”

“Jesus… that sounds horrible,” Caz muttered, “...maybe I can find a way to fix it?” Caz suggested.

“That's mighty generous, but we've tried everything,” Roy suddenly spoke, “hello Caz, if I could hug you I would but we cannae touch,” Roy mused, reaching over but his hand phased right through Caz's shoulder, immediately retracting his hand back to his side, “you had me thinking you'd moved on without us,”

Caz laughed slightly, rolling his eyes, “I'd never do that to you guys,” he chuckled.

“Come on then! Let's show him around the new layout, this place is falling apart, so we gotta find a way to let you get around since you cannae go through walls like us,” Finlay said, Brodie and Roy followed along, Caz following the three as they toured him around the wreckage.

A few days passed, Caz adapted to his new body, in fact, it felt natural to him, as if he'd always been that way, he was able to navigate land and water with the help of his tendrils, and Finlay brought Caz out to see the only other infected they're aware of, they've been calling it The Siren, it didn't seem to have any discernible person in it, it seemed to just be a self-formed mass of The Shape, oddly enough, Caz was able to approach it and it didn't attack, barely batting an eye unless Caz stared too much.

According to Trot’s, it's Christmas, the 11th year anniversary of their deaths. How fun.

But, besides the bad memories, the Baira D Crew managed to make it a good day, Caz had snuck off and found some ancient beers from the canteen, it was extremely hard to reach, especially once it collapsed around him, but he managed to get back alright, and the crew drank together, Caz seemed to have an unbelievably high tolerance to alcohol now, and the spirits of his friends couldn't really hold the cans, only a few of them seemed to have the so-called “energy” to do it, Muir having been the one who came up with the theory of how and what gives them the ability to interact with the world or not, Innes probably knew his theory like the back of his hand because of how long and much Muir had yapped about it, not that he minded.

Caz was able to leave if he wanted to, but he didn't, sure, he could go home to his weans, but who knows how they and Suze would react, especially with his current… appearance. Plus, Caz has family right here with the Baira D Crew, even if he sees Rennick and Addair all the time now, he can handle it with his friends there, plus, they had no work! So Rennick couldn't really command them to do anything because he no longer had the power to fire them.

As the next few months passed, the Baira D rig, which was already in shambles, was a nightmare to navigate now, Caz made the decision to drag out a bunch of stuff that he could and lifted up one of the smaller fallen buildings, the windows long gone or blocked and the door sealed shut by rust, yet Caz still managed to make it homey, not many people fit in it, but they took turns, Caz the only one who always uses it. Before Accommodations was beyond reach, he managed to pull out some of the soggy mattresses and bedding, not as nice as when they're… y'know, dry, but it was better than the sea floor.

Now, May 14th, 1986, it was hard for Caz to believe he'd been down here so long, his body still felt weird, but it didn't hurt much, the worse that this new form did was cause him to randomly have episodes where he zones out or fully passes out and has a flashback to old memories, usually his own, but often he'd find himself seeing the memories of those who'd previously been infected, such as Muir and Trots. it was… odd, to say the least. it sucked after too cause he always had a headache afterwards.

Caz sat on top of Rennick's old office, it was perched on top of one of the higher sections of the sea floor, when he looked close enough, he could almost see the bottom of the trench from here thanks to his ability to see so well in the dark waters, he could vaguely see the spectral figures of his friends hanging around various sections of the wreckage, most of them began to linger at admin because it was the least destroyed and most stable area, sure, there's a body there, but it's better than being in accommodations or engineering which is falling before their very eyes.

Caz perked up when an unfamiliar light caught his eyes, lifting his head to see a diving bell descending into the water opposite Caz's side of the trench, he couldn't help but get curious, he began to swim nearer, but hid himself behind some debris when he saw a figure emerge and begin swimming out, “fuckin’ hell, I haven’t seen a living soul in a while…” Caz mused to himself, watching curiosity as the man landed on his side of the trench, leaning over the edge of the trench trying to see anything down there before turning and sparingly exploring the area, he was talking, but it was way too muffled for Caz to hear, he watched the person approach admin, crouching to look through the opening in the debris, before lighting and placing a flare, making a trail of flares ending at the edge if the trench before returning to the diving bell, the debris opening collapsing when the diver was gone, after a few minutes of silence, another diver emerged.

Caz watched the new diver approach, she spoke much louder, just barely loud enough for Caz to hear from his perch above her about 15 feet away, peeking in through the door she forced open, now only a few feet away, watching her with only his head poking out to watch, overhearing the person speaking into her radio, “Mhairi… where have I heard that name before…?” Caz muttered to himself, before quickly ducking out of few when the diver looked over “fuck.” he hissed through his teeth.

He continued to follow her along, it was a bit difficult, needing to weave awkwardly to avoid being spotted, then, she found the air pocket in the building, she got up and Caz saw he about to lift her helmet, hoping to stop her, he chuckled a mug to catch her attention before hiding, successfully stopping her from lifting her mask, the woman instead continued, getting up to the second floor that wasn't barricaded, Caz cussed to himself and dragged himself up to follow, using his tendrils to lift himself to the best of his ability, straining his eyes to try to clear the blur from his overly dilated pupils, then he heard the sound of her exclaiming in shock, he rushed over to find her balancing on a beam about to jump, he felt something inside himself lurch when she leapt but was ever so slightly too slow and began to fall, “fuck!” Caz shouted, multiple tendrils shot out and caught her, the woman yelping in surprise.

The woman shouted something inaudible to Caz, who hauled her up and back to the water, “watch where you're fuckin’ going, why the fuck were you trying to cross that? You would've died if i didnae follow you here,”

“Who the hell are-” she shouted when he put her down in the water and she quickly reattached the umbilical cord to her suit, interrupting herself with a gasp when she finally laid eyes on him, flying up against the wall at the sight, “what the hell are you?”

“Now that just ain't very kind,” Caz scoffed, crossing his arms, “I'm Caz, and you are?”

“...Caz?” she repeated, silent for a second as the person in her helmet spoke to her, “w- what do you mean, Rob?” she muttered, eyes widening as she looked at Caz and the person, Rob apparently, spoke to her, “so… you're… Caz, as in… Cameron McLeary?”

“Aye, that's my name,” Caz said casually, leaning against the wall opposite her, understanding she was likely freaked out, especially since she knew his name, meaning she most likely knew he was supposed to be dead 11 years ago.

“How the fuck are you alive!? Nonetheless like… this!” she shouted, gesturing at all of him, Caz sighing.

“You no gonnae tell me your name?” Caz said instead of answering.

“...Mhairi Brodie…”

“...Brodie?” Caz's eyes widened, “you're his daughter, ain't ya?”

“Aye,”

“Fuckin’ hell, if I'd known that sooner I would've-”

“Is he here too?” Mhairi interrupted Caz, who raised a brow before humming in thought.

“...Sorta?”

“...he's not just a body?”

“Uh… yes,”

Mhairi's eyes widened, “can you bring me to see my dad?”

“Well, I can bring him to see you,” Caz chuckles, Mhairi giving a confused look.

“The hell does that mean?”

“I'm the only one alive, and I'm the only one who can see their ghosts, as far as I'm aware,” Caz explained, “he talks of you a lot y'know? Never wastes an opportunity to talk about how worried he is for his wean, how much he misses her,”

“Really…?” Mhairi whimpered, choked up with emotion.

“Aye, he and I are close, we were together when all this shite happened,” he said, gesturing at the baira as he led her out safely, she didn't question how he was speaking and breathing in the water.

“...What happened to him?”

“That's best for you to hear from the man himself, though I dinnae know if he can interact with you… one way to find out!”

Warning... its about to get much more Scottish, wrote and added the rest after it was mostly reviewed.

Caz turned and led her out, his tendrils retracted and he just swam a bit slower for her to keep up, leading her out and when they were about to descend the trench she stopped, “I cannae go down there,”

“Aye… I'll go get Brodie then, stay here,” Caz said, swimming down, he found Brodie talking to Raffs, the two stopping to look at Caz, “Brodie… yer nighean is here,”

Brodie looks at Caz with wide eyes, “what? Mhairi is here? She nae like diving, not even back in Skye,”

“Aye, well, I think she came for ye, she and I spoke, she's waiting for me tae bring ye up, she cannae enter the trench,”

“Lead the way, Caz, I hope she can see me,”

Caz brought Brodie up, he knew Brodie and the other guys have seen divers before now, before Caz showed up, a dozen or so divers have visited and been unable to see their ghosts, that's apparently when reality fully sunk in for them that they're dead, but of course Muir theorized that maybe ghost mediums are real and some can see them, which gave most of the Baira D Crew hope.

And the moment they got up and Caz saw Mhairi's hands go over her helmet where her mouth would be, with wide teary eyes looking at Brodie, Caz thought that maybe, Muir wasn't as wrong as he thought.

Caz swam aside and just watched as Brodie floated over to her, his smile grew and he reached over to try and cup her cheek, but his hand only went right through her, “Mhairi…? Ye… Can ye see me?” He asked, knowing the answer, but unable to believe it.

Mhairi nods with a whimper, reaching over to try and hug him, Brodie uses a ton of energy to get himself tangible enough to hug her, only strong enough to hold it for a few seconds, “aye, I- I can see ye da…” she said, shocked, she could hear Rob trying to talk to her, asking if she's alright, obviously concerned about his friend talking to… well… a dead person. “How… how did ye… end up like this…?”

“Aye, guess the faeries got me,” Brodie said with a soft chuckle, lifting his hand to cup her cheek, even if neither of them could feel it, the gesture felt just as meaningful.

“I'm serious, dad,”

Brodie sighed, looking at Caz for support, who just shrugged in response, “I drowned in the pontoons, to save my mates,” Brodie said, sighing softly, “but we stood nae chance…” Brodie gestures around them and smiles weakly, “I'm sorry that I was gone… I wish I dinnae miss so much of yer life,”

“Da… it's okay, I dinnae blame ye, I- I missed ye tae, why are ye still down here? Cannae ye return hame?”

“Nae, me and the crew have been trapped down here, only one who can leave is Caz,” Brodie said, Caz perked up at his name, the fins on his back shifting slightly.

“Aye, true, the crew has been all scunnered with being trapped down here,”

“Really? Why not?” Mhairi asked, looking back at Caz, seeming much more comfortable with his presence now.

“We dinnae ken,”

“Have ye not tried tae fix it?”

“Aye, I dinnae where tae start, I dinnae want tae leave the others,”

“I can try tae help, if ye want,”

“Mhairi, ye have tae go hame,” Brodie cut in, frowning slightly.

“I ken, dad, but ye dae tae… I ken they probably cannae see ye, but… but I need ye, dad,”

“Aye… well, we'd have tae take that up with the rest of the Baira, I'm sure they'd also want tae return hame,”

“...I have an idea,” Caz said, looking up with his brows furrowed, “we should get the crew first,” Brodie nods in agreement, “I'll go get them, ye two can wait here,” Caz then turned and swam off down the trench, he fetched the majority of the crew, not all of them followed, but those who followed; Finlay, Raffs, Roy, Muir, Innes, even Rennick, they all followed Caz closely, all looking surprised when they arrived and Mhairi looked directly at each of them.

“This is some of the Baira D Crew,” Brodie said, gesturing at the other spirits who all greeted Mhairi with a smile, except Rennick, “this is Raffs, he was my trainee and roommate on the Baira,” Brodie said, smiling as he nudged Raffs playfully, who just chuckled and looked away sheepishly, “Muir and Innes are Deckhands, and Rennick… the Installation Manager, and finally Finlay, she's a Welder,”

“That's… a lot of people,” Mhairi said, her voice a soft murmur, “so many lost…”

“Aye well it was for the best,” Finlay said, Mhairi looking at her in question, Finlay floating over to Caz, “has she been told the full story?” Finlay whispered to Caz.

“Nae…” Caz whispered back, “didnae think sharing was smart… nae yet…”

“Aye, wise choice, McLeary,” Finlay nods in approval.

“So… what's the idea ye had, Caz?” Mhairi asked, approaching Caz, Brodie remained close to her side like a guard dog.

“I was thinking… what if it isn't the Baira yer spirits are trapped in… and it's actually The Beast?” All the spirits turned to attention at Caz's words, all of them looking at him.

“...The beast? What's that?” Mhairi asked, no one answered, instead, Caz just continued.

“If ye lot are bound tae The Beast rather than the Baira… maybe ye can follow me since I am infected, therefore I am part of The Beast,”

“Aye, that's a good point actually, eh?” Roy said, nodding with a hand on his chin in thought.

“Aye, but ain't that risky, Caz? Ye would be bringing The Beast tae the mainland…” Finlay said, arms crossed and brows furrowed.

“Well Mhairi being here will also bring The Beast to the mainland when she returns hame,”

“Is anyone gonnae tell me what The Beast is-?” Mhairi said, trying to figure out what they're going on about.

“Mhairi, what in God's name is that!?” A sudden shout interrupted their discussion, everyone looking at the man who'd appeared.

“Rob?” Mhairi said, smiling brightly at her friend, “this is Caz,” she gestured at the infected man, who waved with his eyes averted under the wide-eyed stare of the younger man, “see? I'm not that mad,”

“That- that thing is Cameron McLeary?” Rob said, his voice pitched up and shoulders tense.

“Aye, it's true,” Caz said, his gaze slowly moving to observe Rob, “I worked the leccy back on the rig,”

“He cannae see us, can he?” Roy asked, Caz shook his head in response, watching in amusement when Muir snuck up behind Rob and poked him playfully with a grin, Rob wouldn't be able to feel it besides a chill where touched, which can be excused as the cold of the waters, Innes was watching with a hand on his face and shaking his head, trying to hide his amused smile.

“I'd rather not be stared at like some scary apparition anyway,” Rennick said, everyone ignored his grumbling.

“So… ye're telling me ye survived whatever happened tae the rig?” Rob asked.

“Nae, not exactly,” Caz sighed, rubbing his forehead in thought, “I did die, but I was revived like this… I dinnae ken how it happened, but it did, I only woke up a few months ago,”

“I see… What about the other's?”

“They're all dead,”

“Aye, some of them are here right now, Rob, they're spirits, I can see them, can ye nae see them?” Mhairi asked, pointing at the ghosts, though she knew Rob was oblivious to them.

“Ghosts? Mhairi, are ye sure yer nae aff yer heid?” Rob asked, head tilting to the side.

“Rob… there's a meat eel monster right next tae me, are ghosts really the hardest thing tae believe right now?”

“...Fair point,” Rob said, he sighed, shaking his head, “we should go hame,”

“Aye, can we bring Caz?”

“...And where dae ye think we'd put him?”

“He can go in the bell with us, there's space,”

“We can try, but what if he cannae fit? He ain't exactly small, plus what are we gonnae do with him once we're on the mainland? He ain't exactly subtle,”

“I dinnae ken… we'll figure it out as we go,”

“Mhairi… I dinnae think this is a good idea,”

“Come on Rob, please… m- my dad is here, I ken you cannae see them, but he's here, and he cannae return home if Caz doesn't come, they're… bound, in some way, I dinnae the specifics, but Rob… I need this, I need them…”

Rob sighed, nodding reluctantly, internally cursing himself for being so susceptible to Mhairi's begging, “Och, fine, we can bring him,” Rob gave in.

“Is Hans listening?” Mhairi asked, grinning.

“Aye, I dinnae think he ken what tae say,” Rob said, turning and gesturing for Caz and Mhairi to follow as they head to the diving bell, “lets see if he can fit,”

Rob and Mhairi get into the bell first, before turning and hauling Caz in, the leccy was cautious about using his tendrils, since he could barely see out of water and didn't want to damage anything.

“Cheers,” Caz said as he settled inside, the bell was stuffy with the three of them, but Caz was able to compress and shrink his tail to take less room, Rob and Mhairi watching in shock at the movement, suddenly Caz was glad the spirits were intangible, since they didn't take up much space, Brodie stood with his body phasing through the shelf beside Mhairi, Raffs sitting beside Brodie with his legs crossed, Caz briefly saw Rennick on top of the bell, Muir and Innes were in here too, Muir having dragged Innes up hover against the ceiling of the bell, Finlay was also atop the bell separate from Rennick, Roy had stayed behind to update the rest of the Baira D Crew on where and why Caz and some of the other crew members were gone.

The bell rose slowly, Rob sat looking between Caz and Mhairi awkwardly, fiddling his thumbs, brows furrowing when Mhairi spoke to Brodie, who Rob could not see.

“So… ye have been down there for a few months, eh?” Rob said, trying to snuff out the awkward silence he was feeling.

“Aye…” the silence continued for a few seconds, before Rob spoke again.

“What exactly are ye…?”

Caz shrugged, sitting back against the wall, it was a bit uncomfortable against his back fins, plus he wasn't used to being out of water anymore in general, “Ah dinnae ken,” he said, his voice quieter than usual, “all I ken is it’s probably some sort of cancerous parasite,”

“That sounds boggin,” Rob said, face briefly scrunching up, “does it hurt?”

“Nae, not anymore, though it is tedious,” Caz said, chuckling, “I constantly felt like I was gonnae boke when I first woke like this, I felt pure fucking hacket, plus, it's real dizzying when I use all my new eyes,”

“Aye, sounds about right,” Rob chuckled, “though ye sort of just look like a more realistic image of a mermaid, or merman I suppose,”

“Aye I hadn't thought of it that way, guess ye're right, I could have turned out worse,” Caz said, smiling slightly, “so, who's Hans?”

“Oh him? He's a friend of me and Mhairi, but he's also our Dive Supervisor, ensures we stay in one piece,”

“Sounds like a good man,” Caz said, “though, he's been awfully quiet,”

“He cannae talk tae us now that our helmets are off and the communications are turned off, I'm gonnae turn it back on now that ye reminded me,” Rob get's up, goes to the communications and turns it on, “Hans, you there?”

“Jesus Christ, Rob, ye ken ye are nae supposed to turn off the coms that long ye bampot, are ye and Mhairi alright?”

“Aye, we're alright,” Mhairi said, looking over at Rob and the communications, “we found someone down there, we're bringing him back up with us,”

“Is that right? Who in their right mind would be down there?” Hans asked.

“One of the Baira D crew members,”

“Yer bum’s oot the windae,”

“Nae, it's true,” Rob defended, looking at Caz who was just watching, “Cameron McLeary is with us,”

“The leccy?” Hans asked.

“Aye, he ain't normal nae more, but the man is alive,”

“What's that supposed to mean?”

“Ah dinnae ken, he isn't entirely human anymore I suppose,”

“And how do I know ye ain't aff yer heid speaking haver tae me?”

“I'm right here,” Caz spoke up, smirking at the sputtering opposite the microphone.

“Cameron McLeary?”

“Aye,”

“How in God's green earth are you alive? Is that really ye?” Hans spoke with a baffled tone, “I cannae believe it,”

“Ye dinnae have tae, though it won't be very denyable when we meet,” Caz chuckled, “suppose we'll meet on land?”

“Aye, ye gonnae have to wait until after 2 weeks of decompression though,”

“See ye at the top,”

[long-live-evie]

*Evie smiled, relieved, as Erik took her hands. She did note that the pressure in the energy of the room shifted significantly when he removed the helmet. Everything felt heavier and more chaotic, though it didn't invade her mind. It was more like a contained storm.

She pressed his hands gently and closed her eyes, opening her mind to what Erik wanted to show her. The soft fall back into the Force...

...

... Evie opened her eyes in semi-darkness. Walls on either side, full of doors and curtained windows. A strong wind blew through the halls, billowing the curtains, the night sky visible outside. It took Evie a moment to get her bearings. Unfortunately, Erik himself wasn't here to lead her, so she took her best guess and followed where the wind was blowing.

Doors stood between the windows, and as Evie reached out with the Force to keep her footing steady, she noticed that the doors were not locked very strongly. Vaguely, the thought occurred to her that these were probably defenses built against the telepaths he knew, but they weren't built for the kind of telepath she was. No matter, she had promised to keep to the path, so Evie politely ignored the doors and kept moving forward.

Her guess at which direction to go was soon rewarded, as Evie found herself confronted with an open room. All the chaos in this place seemed to be centered here. Reaching out into the gale, she could feel a tearing sense of pain here, deep, destructive, clawing at her psyche. Steeling herself for what was to come, Evie recognized that this situation involved far deeper wounds than could have been inflicted during a quiet morning, and she would have to tread carefully.

With a deep breath, she stepped into the gale.

A glitch in her vision, and her eyesight cleared again. This time, though, she wasn't herself. She was Erik. No.... she was Magneto.

Pain, betrayal, loss, rage, all tore through their entwined minds. Their safe haven was destroyed. Millions were dead. Friends. Family. Refugees. Innocents. Children. And for what?! Prejudice?!

Evie fought to keep her head, total immersion threatening to overwhelm her. She'd never done an intentional dive into someone else's memories. What she had expected, she wasn't sure, but to live as the other person was breaking down her sense of self.

Someone touched them. They turned, beginning to fight, rage taking over. A confusingly familiar yet distorted voice is ignored. This person took everything from them. They would make him pay. Their hands were around his throat, squeezing to cut the life out of him. They would -

Their hands were caught, pulled away. They struggled. Their name was called. Erik...

They reached out, listening. Mechanical parts embedded in organic flesh. A heart built like a furnace, metal and muscle freakishly entangled. The voice grew more familiar. A face. She'd only seen that face once, but she knew it.

Don.

He was holding them, speaking softly. It seemed like this didn't bother him, but guilt shredded them. Sickening, tearing guilt like claws through their ribcage.

They had tried to kill his love/her best friend.

A monster. They were a monster...

...

Evie gasped softly as the connection was broken, her blurred eyes readjusting to the light of the cafeteria. She was gripping Erik's hands like lifelines, and he was doing the same. The sensation of tears on her cheeks was startling, but the feeling of monstrosity still remained. Carefully, she regrounded her mind in herself, then checked on Erik.

Tears streamed down his face unheeded. Evie gently freed one hand from his, reaching across the table and softly laying it on his cheek, drying his tears with her glove. A moment later she stepped around the table, slipping her arms around his neck, pulling Erik into a hug. Her voice trembled slightly, still struggling to separate herself from his emotions.*

You're not a monster... You didn't know...

[Seated in a far corner of the mess hall on the Blimp, dressed head to toe in his full Wastelander regalia - helmet and all - Magneto idly stirred a coffee that had clearly gone cold a long time ago.]

[Despite the shadow of his helmet hiding his face, it was clear from the way he was seated that he had been ruminating on troublesome thoughts for quite some time... and he knew it was best to move on to other matters soon.]

( @wxstelandermagneto )

*Evie had slept in after making chocolate late into the night. She'd been making little things like that in the wee hours when the world was quietest lately, it helped settle the residual buzz in her head from the day. But of course, the drawback was that "morning coffee" came after everyone else had already gotten theirs.

Except for today, it would seem. Evie paused on the stairs to check over the newcomer at the tables. He looked a little familiar, but she couldn't quite place him...

Wait... she knew that color scheme, and she definitely knew that helmet. It had been in most of the pictures Don had shown her in the store. This was his love, Erik.

She almost jumped excitedly to say hi, but what registered immediately after his identity was his very clear mood. She didn't reach out with the Force to check without his consent, but she didn't need to, it was written in his posture and what she could see of his face. Not to mention the clearly long since cold coffee in front of him.

Okay, different strategy.

Crossing quickly to the counters, Evie poured two fresh mugs of coffee. Balancing the cream and sugar between them, she approached the table the much larger man had taken, setting the ensemble down on the table and pushing one mug of hot coffee out towards him, but not taking a seat yet.*

Cold coffee's no help for anything.

*She smiled up at him.*

You're Erik, right? Don talks about you all the time. D'you mind a little company?

[mildmayfoxe]

shockingly enough along with driving home today i also went grocery shopping, went to the weed store, ordered more stickers, went through my dresser and put a bunch of clothes in a bag to be picked up by the cloth recycling company (also requested a pickup), brought up my fan since it's warm, took care of all the dishes in the sink, changed all the dishcloths in the kitchen, took a shower, watered my plants, swept the hallway, ordered some new clothes, cooked a meal, and it's not even 8. think i might just get in bed

[enjoyvoidblack]

Was midway through typing out a defense of Jon's decisions in light of how everyone (including Jonny) seems to think he could've done much better, but then I remembered he walked up to Jude Perry's front door and knocked and yknow what post cancelled actually. For that alone this man is an idiot (affectionate)

[s0fter-sin]

is there an actual medical reason why my body just doesn’t respond to medication and if there is please tell me it can be fixed bc this some bullshit

[milo-is-rambling]

Who was gonna tell me that reading is fun sometimes

[opens-up-4-nobody]

...

[xerospaced]

I had come to terms with my health a while ago, much easier to do when the symptoms are fairly well managed. (except for this one thing that's currently bugging me but that's another matter)

Every day I am given reminder after reminder to be thankful for my health. It is not perfect but wowowow it could be SO much worse!!

Imagine you could only defecate while lying down! And having no bowel control, so voiding your bowels outside without even being aware of it!!

Nah man. If you are struggling to appreciate the health you do have, just go look up some conditions or something coz there is some scary shit out there. And it really does KEEP getting worse. My heart goes out to these people who are really suffering in dire ways. Also, to those who may not be suffering to the furthest extremes but still having a hard time. It's not easy regardless. But I promise there is something to be thankful for.

[j-crow]

yowch!! that hurt more than i expected!!!!!!

[webism]

pornstar!toji who is known for being easy with his scenes. he's there for a good fuck and an even better paycheck: it doesn't matter who, or where, or how... if he's being paid he will do it. he doesn't mind getting nasty, and so he's often booked for more exotic scenes. he fucks good, and he fucks a lot.

pornstar!toji who is strapped for cash one week after an unfortunate loss on the horses, and takes the first scene offered to him. a vanilla fuck with a new-to-the-scene pornstar with potential... at least that's what his agent, shiu, tells him. he's confused on what potential he's hinting at until he rocks up ten minutes late to the shoot and lays eyes on you, already naked and on the stage bed. you have a look to you that makes a man like toji feel obliged to drop to his knees.

pornstar!toji who is already harder than he has been in a long time when shiu clarifies that when he called you 'new to the scene' he meant it: this is your first porn shoot. and though you're not a virgin, toji has the honour of taking your first time on camera... and god does he love the thought.

pornstar!toji who is greeted with a small smile and a soft 'hello' from you, shy beneath his gaze as if you aren't naked and soon to be stuffed full of his cock. he watches your eyes shift, from his piercing eyes to his beautifully scarred lip to the gorgeous tone of his body, all the way down to his awfully large cock. he can tell you're nervous, worried about taking all of him on film.

pornstar!toji who isnt good with gentle comforts, but still wants you to feel at ease with him. so, despite his instructions for a simple fuck scene, toji attacks you with deep kisses first, gets you used to the burning heat of his body against yours. and when you're melted enough against his skin he trails down and eats you out for a long twenty minutes. production would try and stop him, but he's already tipsy on your taste and the moans leaving your lips are, frankly, made for porn.

pornstar!toji who revels in the way your back arches off the mattress—he'd accuse you of putting on a show for the cameras if your hips weren't bucking up against his face in an almost primal need. he can taste it on you, the genuine lust, the way you drip wet on his tongue and still grab at his hair for more. and when he gives you more—when he finally slips his cock into you—he can't help himself from groaning out something needy. he's the silent type, letting his costar take center stage, but god can he not keep quiet feeling your walls wrapped around him.

pornstar!toji who has never had an issue with porn before, but with your legs wrapped around his waist, your eyes locked onto his as he pumps in and out of you with white hot need, he finds he hates the thought of anyone else seeing you like this. he's not a possessive man, he shouldn't feel this way, but he does. even the watchful stares of the cameramen piss him off, and he finds his hips moving faster and his cock nestling deeper inside of you just to show them that he's the one pleasing you.

pornstar!toji who can't help but kiss you as you both cum in unison. he ruins the shot, the cameras cant see your orgasm face when he's swallowing your moans like they're sweet wine. he's surprised his pay doesn't get cut for it.

when pornstar!toji does get paid, it's the first cheque in a very long time that he doesn't blow the same night it comes through. because he doesn't have time to go out and waste his money: he's at home fucking his fist to the film you made together and mentally degrading himself for being so pussy whipped. he strokes himself in time with his own thrusts in the video, and tries so desperately to recall your taste on his tongue, but its fruitless. he's agitated and sexually frustrated and keeps reloading your personal pages to see if you've filmed with anyone since him.

pornstar!toji who becomes so lost in his own mind that he starts turning down shoots with other actors—shoots with good pay. he's done everything under the sun, done all the hardcore porn and weird fetish content but now that he's gotten a fresh taste of plain passion sex with you, he can't stomach anything else. he'd say your name, he knows it—and it doesn't help that he hasn't been able to reach orgasm for a week without thinking of you.

pornstar!toji who, after three weeks of pure misery, decides to make a move. he doesn't do dates or romantic nights on the town. he doesn't do flowers or sweet nothings or eye contact even, but he finds himself contacting shiu and threatening the poor man in hopes of your real name, your address, anything.

and you, late one evening fucking yourself on your fingers to the brink of frustrated tears because they're not his cock. even more disgruntled when theres a pounding knock at your front door, and after cleaning yourself up a little you swing it open to find pornstar!toji stood in the rain outside. and you can only take him in—his heavy build and desperate eyes—before he's crashing his lips against yours, walking you into your own home and kicking the door shut behind him.