#*breaks phone* *jumps on drawing pad*

[rafeandonlyrafe]

kinktober: ghostface

words: 6.3k

warnings: 18+ only, smut, f masturbation, death/killing, blood, knives, f receiving oral, attempted rape (from not rafe), noncon/dubcon, p in v sex

taglist: @drewstarkeysbae @thelomlisrafecameron @f4ll-for-you @dilvcv

"why do you keep looking at your phone, y/n?" your best friend, jennifer, asks, leaning over to look at the screen but you quickly click it off, setting it face down on the table.

"it's nothing." you shake your head. "ive just been getting some texts from an unknown number."

"what do they say?" your friend asks, and then presses further when you keep your mouth tightly closed, "are they creepy?"

"a bit…" you shrug.

"do you know who it is?" 

"clearly not!" you snap, the text messages have put you on such an edge. you don't mean to lash out on your friend, but you just can't help it. "sorry." you sigh, letting your head drop into your hands, rubbing your eyes with the pads of your fingers.

"y/n…" she sighs "i can tell how worked up you are, maybe just block the number?"

"yeah, maybe." you mumble, but you know that you're lying to her. it's too intoxicating, the obsessive attention that the anonymous texter gives you.

your phone dings and you jump, quickly picking it back up. you see something unexpected: a photo of yourself, sitting across the table from your friend, clearly taken just moments before it was sent, of course by the same unknown number. your head snaps up, scanning the tables on the other side of the restaurant, but there's so many faces you recognize along with this being the most popular lunch spot for college students attending your university.

"what is it?" jennifer asks. you almost forgot she was sitting across from you, attention solely on the mysterious texter. "y/n, is it the same number?"

"no." you shake your head, giving another glance around the restaurant. "just my ex boyfriend."

--

you look beautiful tonight. you read the text, speeding up your walk. you still aren’t replying, thinking it was best to let whoever was on the other end talk themselves bored, but they’ve continued with no response over the past week, showing no sign of letting up now.

are you scared? you pause briefly and look around. there’s no one that you can see. you turn up your pace into a light jog, regretting being out at night but needing to get from your evening class back to your apartment just off campus.

it would be a shame if someone took you right now. your heart is beating faster than ever as you break out into a full sprint, eyes blurring slightly with tears until you get to your apartment door, unlocking it quickly with shaking hands. you’re not sure you could hear someone walking up behind you with how loud your breathing is.

you rush in as soon as the door is unlocked, latching it behind you and then proceeding to draw all the curtains in the house. you run upstairs to your bed, needing the comfort of being under the sheets and locked behind several doors.

sleep tight, princess.

--

“did you hear?” jennifer asks, bursting through your door the second it’s unlocked.

“hear what?” you ask, slinging your backpack over your shoulder, knowing you need to head out soon to get to class on time.

“oh my god, it’s a tragic. a girl got murdered last night on campus.” “what?” your movements halt, turning to look at the wide eyed expression on jennifers face. “who?” “i don’t know, they’re not saying yet. they found her hanging in a tree! i guess she was really bloody because whoever saw her said they couldn’t make out her face.” “ugh, that’s horrible!” you say, feeling a shiver run through your body. you were just walking alone at campus late at night.

“but there’s good news! classes are canceled for today and all evening classes are moved to online until future notice, probably until they find the killer.” you don’t know how to respond to that, but at knowing you don’t need to head to class you do feel a bit of relief, even if the emotion is quickly followed by guilt. you close and relock the door, even more cautious knowing that there is a murderer on the loose along with your mysterious texter.

you sit down on your couch, curling your knees up into your chest. “do you think it’s related to that kasia girl who got killed last year?” “i mean it has to be, right?” jennifer plops down next to you. “what are the odds of two girls being violently killed and-” “okay, stop.” you sigh, rubbing your hands over your legs to quell the chills.

--

did you hear?

you gulp receiving the text. there’s no way anyone on campus could have missed the news, it’s all that’s been circling over the past three days, and you have no doubt thats what your mysterious texter is referring to.

yes. you type back, hitting send before even realizing that you were supposed to not be communicating back.

so lucky it wasn’t you. after all, i saw you walking that night. but i didn’t choose you.

your eyes widen. what does he mean choose? did you kill that girl? you text back quickly, hesitating only a moment before sending it. 

yes. because i can’t kill you.

--

“and you say you have no idea who has been sending you these text messages, ma’am?” the man asks.

“no, they started out of nowhere, and i thought they were creepy but i didn’t think it was… if i thought it was the killer i would have brought it to you earlier.” the police detective nods, jotting down some notes. “and you give us permission to keep the phone as evidence?” “yes, god, i don’t want it.” you already jotted down your important contacts, and have plans to head right to the store after and buy a new phone, with a whole new number.

“okay miss… you do understand that if we find this to be just an elaborate prank that there will be serious punishment for wasting our time.” you sit back in your chair, shocked that the detective would even suggest that. “it’s not a prank. they’ve been texting me before the girl was even murdered, i don’t know how you expect me to have planned all that.” “hm.” the detective just hums in dismissal, setting the phone to the side of his desk. you assume he’s not even going to look into it further, but you’re glad to be rid of it.

--

“i can’t believe classes are still going on today. another body was just found last night!” jennifer says, smearing her fry in ketchup before sticking it in her mouth.

“he was found just off campus, i think that’s their reasoning.” you say, looking nervously around the university cafeteria. “not that i agree.”

“oh my god!” your other friend, stephanie, gasps, looking up from her phone. “it was scott moss!”

“the football player?” you ask, also pulling out your phone. you unlock it, still getting used to the slight differences from your old phone. you search his name, and true enough, the first article that pops up is that the second (or third? as the article questions) body to be found has been identified as scott moss. the first body got identified a few days ago, but you didn’t know the girl.

“this is fucking crazy.” jennifer says, reaching for another fry.

“this article says the police are saying that the knife used to kill the girl last year is the same one used on the two new victims!” stephanie reads out.

“holy fuck, do you think they’re gonna investigate rafe again?” jennifer asks, turning to look at you.

“rafe got cleared, right? i think it’s unfair to hold it over his head just because he got questioned by the police.” you say.

“please, we all know he only got released because of his rich daddy.” your phone buzzes, and you flick your eyes down to the screen, blood turning cold.

you didn’t think you could get rid of me that easily, did you?

--

“hey, rafe.” you mumble, sliding into the seat next to him, able to feel the nervous energy in the room.

“hey.” he says in return, eyes on the desk in front of you. it’s clear from the moment you walked in that people were purposefully sitting further away from him than normal in the large lecture hall. over the past year, the fact that rafe was ever questioned about the first murder was forgotten, pushed to the back burner by whatever new gossip was sweeping campus, but with the new killing spree, he was back on their radar.

“surprised you’re sitting next to me.” rafe says, hands gripping his pencil tightly.

you know people are bound to whisper about you next, but you want to show that you don’t believe rafe could do it. you’re not that close to him, but he was your lab partner last semester and you believe yourself to be able to tell when someone is a crazy serial killer or not.

“why wouldn’t i?” you question, giving rafe a small smile. “besides, who else am i gonna get notes off of for when the professor changes the slides too fast again?” --

 you lay in your bed, wishing you could just go to sleep, but you’re too alert, waiting for something to happen, a noise or movement, but it doesn’t come. you pick up your phone, scrolling through instagram until you get bored of your repetitive feed.

your finger hovers over an app. you shouldn’t, but you do. you click open the text message thread, with only a single, taunting message sent so far.

hello.

you watch the screen for a response, surprised when they immediately begin typing back. miss me?

you catch yourself before you laugh. why did you kill scott?

why do you care?

you sit and think for a moment. i guess i don’t. you feel ashamed, but there is no judgment coming from the person on the other end.

i saw you on campus today. i like your hair in braids. wear it like that tomorrow.

you set your phone down on the nightstand, turning the screen face down. your sleep is constantly interrupted, waking up at every sound you hear, so by the time you drag yourself out of bed in the morning, it feels like you’ve gotten barely an hour all together, but still, when you head into the bathroom to get ready, you brush your teeth and then part your hair directly down the middle, braiding each side neatly.

your phone pings from the bedroom and you rush back in to look at it.

ATTENTION ALL STUDENTS: all classes and campus activity has been suspended effective immediately. common areas will remain open during the day, and we strongly advise all students to travel in pairs. a lockdown will be put into effect starting at 9pm every night, where all students must remain in their dormitories. 

you head into the living room, clicking on the tv while typing out a text to jennifer. 

“yet another murder has shocked the university.” you look up from your phone to watch the news report. “after linking the recent two killings of college students with the murder of kasia walters just over a year ago, a third murder has occured just last night, and we have exclusive details, including, an eye witness.”

you sit down on the couch, forgetting about your half drafted text as the news coverage reveals another classmate killed, again out in the open, but this time someone from inside one of the dorms happened to be looking out there window and witnessed someone dressed in all black except for a white ghost mask stab the girl multiple times. 

they show the ghost mask, apparently a popular one that can be bought at tons of stores, already starting to brandish the serial killer with the nickname ‘ghostface.’

your phone buzzes in your hand. she had her hair in braids like yours.

is that why you killed her?

i killed her because i can’t kill you.

part of you wants to ask why, but a bigger part of you doesn’t want to know.

--

you find yourself with nothing to do all day except scroll through social media. you don’t even have assignments to work on with classes being canceled instead of just moved online.

you open all the curtains in your apartment to get some natural light in, but keep every door and window firmly latched. you know you should start some routine to keep you from going crazy and thinking about the murderer.

you move from the couch to your bed, because why sit when you can lay down. you sigh and open up tumblr, scrolling through your feed until you get to a smut of your favorite character. you bite your lip and open it.

as you read, your hand drifts lower, rubbing your pussy from over your clothes as the words on your screen turn you on. you let out a soft moan, thankful for the soundproof walls of your apartment, and the fact that the unit next to yours is currently empty.

no better way to let out some stress with a good masturbation session. you push your hand down under your pants and underwear, sighing when you get a touch at your bare skin, fingers finding your clit and stroking over it as your eyes continue to follow the fanfiction.

dirty girl.

you jump at the text, glancing around the room, eyes landing on the open window. you can’t see anyone through it, but apparently they can see you.

don’t stop on my account.

you feel more turned on than you should, continuing to slowly move your fingers underneath you sweatpants. 

take them off for me. let me see your pretty pussy.

your cunt clenches around nothing at the words. you’ve never dirty talked with a man before, and really you’re not, responding with your body instead of replying to the texts. you stand up off the bed, knowing you shouldn’t, but you push your pants down, quickly followed by your underwear. you lay back on the bed, angling yourself slightly towards your window.

there you go. touch yourself again for me.

you begin to stroke over your pussy again, circling your clit as you wait for another text.

i would bury my head between your legs. i bet you taste delicious.

you let out a moan, moving faster.

i would have you cumming around my cock.

have you ever had that before baby? or are you a virgin?

you would never admit it to any of your friends, but you find yourself using one hand to type out the singular word: virgin.

the reply takes too long to come, you’re growing frustrated as your clit pulses.

i’ll be your first. cum for me, princess.

you toss your head back on the bed, flicking over your clit until you can’t hold it back any longer, cumming with a series of loud moans, spreading your legs wide to give whoever is watching you a good view as you cum, pussy clenching around nothing, practically inviting him in to fuck you.

you feel the shame the second your orgasm subsides, snapping your legs closed, standing up and shutting the shade, blocking out any view of your bedroom from the outside.

--

“no seriously, don’t you think a party is like the worst idea right now?” “no!” jennifer laughs. “it’s perfect. a bunch of people, all together. so literally nothing bad can happen!” 

you’re reluctant to agree, but it’s too hard to say no to your best friend, so you cave and get ready with her in your bedroom, applying some light makeup before spending half an hour choosing the right outfit. as much as you don’t want to go, if you are gonna, you are at least gonna look good.

you arrive at the party just before sunset, of course taking place at a frat house. thankfully it’s only about a three minute walk from your apartment, so both you and jennifer could drink as much as you pleased without being worried about finding a ride back, you could practically see your front door.

“gonna get us some drinks!” jennifer yells over the pumping music, and you nod, trying to find a place to stand that doesn’t have someone bumping into you every second. there’s nothing like a murder spree to bring a college campus together as you see some very unlikely people to be at a frat party.

“here you go!” jennifer hands you a cup of clear liquid. you know better than to smell it before you shoot it down your throat, cringing at the burn when you pull the plastic cup away from your lips.

“that’s fucking disgusting!” 

“i know isn’t it great!” jennifer yells in laughter, and you can’t help but join in the infectious sound.

“lets dance!” you say, feeling the alcohol moving through your system. the whole house is practically a dance floor, but it’s centralized in the living room, so you push through the outliers until you’re in the center of the crowd, laughing and jumping with jennifer as you move to the beat.

“i’m gonna get another cup, do you want more?” jennifer asks, having to yell practically in your ear for you to hear her over the music.

you shake your head, happy to keep dancing with just the lightest buzz. while jennifer is away, no doubt struggling to push her petite frame through the crowd, you feel a pair of hands on your hips. you turn to see who is trying to dance with you, frowning when its brandon richmond. he tried to hit on you so many times last year you lost count, but you turned him down every time.

you pull out of his grasp and put a couple of bodies between yours between dancing again, but when you see brandon following you throughout the crowd, you duck away, heading down the back hallway and out the door to the patio. you breathe in the fresh air, surprised to see no one else back here taking advantage of the quiet, even though the thump of base is still loud. 

you lean against the fence of the balcony, looking out past the backyard, realizing you can see the back of your apartment buildings from here, including right into your bedroom window. a shutter runs down your back thinking about someone watching you through it, even though you tend to keep the curtains drawn shut.

“what’re you doing?” you hear a voice slur, causing you to jump, turning around quickly to see brandon standing in the doorway.

“just needed some fresh air.” you say, trying to pull the hem of your skirt down farther, regretting the outfit choice.

“i hope you weren’t trying to get away from me.” brandon says, and his words have you pausing to consider that he may be the mysterious texter, the killer. after all, he raged after you finally firmly told him no. he didn’t hurt you, but you were afraid he might.

“n-no.” you back away, but there’s nowhere to go except down the steps and into the grass, into the darkness of the tree lined fence, but you’re willing to risk whatever is in the shadows before you stay this close to brandon.

you turn and retreat down the steps, hoping he will give up and go back inside, but when you feel his hands on your waist you know he’s not giving up any time soon.

“stop!” you shout, feeling one hand move up and grip your breast tightly, squeezing so hard it hurts.

brandon turns you around in his grasp, leaning forward in a clear attempt to kiss you, when suddenly he stops, face going slack as he pitches forward, making you step out of his way so he falls on the grass instead of on you.

your eyes travel from his body, not moving, to where he previously stood. you take a step back before releasing a scream. it’s him, it’s ghostface, standing there with a bloodied knife in his hand.

he takes no interest in you as he bends over brandon, stabbing him again in the back, and that’s when you realize theres blood spurting out of him. on the third swing of the blade you finally realize you need to move, turning away and heading towards home. you run as fast as you can between the houses, keeping your eyes on your apartment, not wanting to know how closely he was following you.

you feel your phone buzz in your pocket and you wonder briefly if it’s ghostface or if it’s jennifer asking where you disappeared to.

you reach your door, thankful for briefly being in track in middle school for your ability to run fast. your hands fumble with your key, letting out a curse when you drop it from your hands shaking too hard, feeling like you’re in a horror movie as you finally get it unlocked.

you go to swing the door shut behind you, but it doesn’t latch. you fearfully turn around, realizing that his hand stopped the door from closing.

“p-please, i-” you back away as he steps into your space, your home, what was supposed to be the one place you were safe. he closes the door behind him, and you shudder hearing the click of the lock.

you turn and run towards the kitchen, hearing his footfalls close behind as you round the island counter in any attempt to get away, taking a cookie tray from off the counter and tossing it behind you as you run. it gives you enough time to head into your room, locking the door behind you. 

you head immediately to the window, knowing your apartment is no longer safe. you open it up, thankful for once to live on the first floor. you try to pull yourself up and over, but it’s too high off the ground and you’re wasting precious time struggling. 

you grab your chair from your desk, pushing it under the window and climbing onto it. you get one leg over the ledge, when a hand grabs your thigh, pushing you back into the room and onto the floor.

you scream as ghostface catapults through your window, smashing the pane shut behind him. locked in. you turn onto your back, trying to inch away as he begins to rant.

“i told you i would not kill you!” he screams. “i told you yet you still run from me!” your brow furrows as you try to place the voice. it’s so familiar. 

“i killed that boy for trying to rape you, and your thanks is to scream and run?”

“rafe.” you let out a sigh in realization. 

ghostface takes the mask and pulls it off his head, revealing a face that has your heart breaking. no. there’s no way he could be the murderer. the stalker.

“please don’t hurt me.” you whimper, using your bedpost to help pull yourself up off the floor.

“i could never hurt you.” rafe steps closer, reaching out to you, his glove leaving a smear of cold wetness on your cheek as he gently rubs it, and it takes you a second to realize it’s blood. “even though i want to.” “wh-why do you want to hurt me?” you ask.

“i love you too much. it’s the same reason i can’t.” rafe sighs. 

“thank you.” you whisper, unsure if this is the right course of action, but not wanting to anger him. “thank you for saving me.” rafe gives you a smile, one that dazzles you even after knowing the truth. “i knew you would understand me. you were the only person who knew i didn’t kill kasia.”

your eyes widen, “you didn’t.” it’s not a question, it’s a realization. 

“no. and no one believed me. i was in jail for a week, questioned for hours on end. nobody even cared to look at her boyfriend.” “i didn’t know she had a boyfriend…” you try to rack your brain to remember who she was often seen with, “scott moss.” “i knew nobody would believe me that scott murdered her. i had to get rid of him myself.” “and the other girls you killed?” you question, trying to back away from rafe but he just follows, not letting you get more than a foot apart.

“they reminded me of you.” 

“no.” you let out a sob, unable to hold it back anymore. “no, it can’t be my fault.” “shh.” rafe tugs his gloves off his hands, dropping them onto your floor. he cups your face in his hand, making you look up at him. “don’t cry. i hate seeing you cry. it makes me want to kill.” that sobers you up quickly, sniffling as you try to stop the tears. “i’m sorry.” you whisper.

“it’s okay… can i cheer you up baby? can i make you feel better?” “how would you do that?” you ask, and rafe leans forward to show you, pressing his lips against yours gently. you hesitate, realizing how absolutely wrong this is. you just saw rafe kill someone, but the feel of his lips against yours has you feeling dizzy, starting to slowly kiss back.

as soon as you show some initiative, rafe becomes feral, mouth dominating yours in harsh kisses as he moves his hands to your waist, fingers slipping into the space between your skirt and crop top. you wrap your arms around his shoulders, keeping him pulled tight to you. 

“get undressed.” rafe says, pulling away harshly. he pulls the costume off over his head, revealing plain clothes underneath it. you stand transfixed as he begins to unbutton his shirt, revealing golden skin. rafe looks up, realizing that you’re not moving.

he reaches around his back to pull something out of your waistband. your eyes widen when the silver glint of the knife shines in the low light, “i said, get undressed!” rafe yells, pointing the knife at you.

you’re quick to move, toeing off your heels, pulling your skirt down and tugging your shirt off. you look up to see rafe removing his underwear. your eyes widen at his hard cock. you unclip your bra, tugging it off and then followed by your underwear, leaving you completely nude.

rafe looks at you, eyes moving all the way from your toes to your head, examining every inch of your body.

“you’re so beautiful.” he steps closer, hand cupping your breast, thumb gently rubbing over the side of it. “i would have been soft with you tonight, knowing you’re a virgin. but that was before you ran from me, and disobeyed me. get on the bed.”

you don’t hesitate this time, laying on the bed, with your head against the pillows. rafe sets the hunting knife on the nightstand, draping his body over yours, and you can’t help the rush of wetness that floods your pussy when you feel his cock rest against your thigh.

“i’m going to make you feel so good. so much better than brandon or any other guy ever could.” rafe smashes his lips against yours, battling with your tongue. his hands grip your jaw, squeezing your face as he moans into your mouth, rutting his cock against your skin.

rafe pulls his mouth away, moving it to your neck, sucking harshly. you can feel the blood rushing to the spot, forming deep bruises as he moves lower to your chest, marking your decolletage.

“i’ve wanted this for so long. now i finally get to taste your skin.” he wraps his mouth around your nipple, forcing a moan out of you. you arch your back, pushing your chest further into his mouth. rafe sucks harshly, like he’s trying to leave a hicky there too, before he pulls away, moving to your other breast.

instead of sucking this time, he sticks his tongue out, flicking over your nipple until it’s completely hard before taking it in between his teeth, making you shout as he tugs on the hard bud.

“rafe! oh my god!” 

rafe moans against your chest, moving slightly off your nipple before biting your breast, leaving a bite mark on your skin as he continues down, kissing and licking your stomach as he moves himself down the bed, settling between your legs.

“rafe, i-” you gasp out as he kisses your thighs. you try to pull them closed, not wanting his eyes on the most intimate part of you, especially knowing how wet you are. “i’ve never-”

“never had anyone eat your pussy before?” he questions, hands shoving your legs open. 

“no, i haven’t, i-” rafe cuts you off by shoving his face into your cunt. his tongue laps over your entrance, his own moans from tasting you matching your own from the unfamiliar sensation.

rafe is quick to shove his tongue into your pussy, thrusting it in and out as you bring your hands down to grip his hair, eyes briefly flashing to the knife sitting on the nightstand, knowing rafe isn’t paying any attention to it.

“more, more, more.” you beg, eyes moving back to look at rafe. the need is too great to consider doing anything to stop it. 

“gonna stretch you out with my fingers, baby.” rafe says, moving his mouth up to your clit. you let out a scream at the feeling, reaching down to grip his hair in your hands. you can feel rafe smile against you, sinking his teeth into your clit as he bites it. 

you squirm under the harsh feeling, it’s just too much, but he won’t let up as he pushes the tip of his finger against your puckering entrance, briefly circling it before shoving the digit inside in one firm push. your back arches off the bed as he lets go of your clit with his teeth, stroking over it with his soft tongue.

his finger pumps in and out of you, and you spread your legs wider, giving him more space to abuse your cunt as a second finger pushes in along with his first. rafe looks up at you, wicked smile on his face, “for a virgin you’re certainly acting like a slut.” you whine, feeling tears come to your eyes. “it feels too good.” “i know baby, i promised i’d make you feel better and i’m doing it, right? do you feel better?” “yeah.” you breathe out, his head dropping again to suck harshly at your clit, “yes! oh my god, rafe!”

“call me by my other name.” rafe says, only briefly pulling away from your pussy to speak before continuing to attack your clit.

you shake your head no, but rafe just gets a determined look in his eye, somehow managing to fit a third finger inside of you, stuffing your cunt full as it squeezes tightly around them, his fingers angling upward to hit the spot inside of you that has you seeing stars.

rafe pulls his mouth away, thumb quickly taking its place over your clit, the rough pad rubbing harshly, tucking underneath to rub your most sensitive spot, and you can’t hold back any longer, as much as you try, “ghostface!” you shout, wetness flooding from your pussy and soaking his hands and the bed as you cum, entire body shaking as the sensation overwhelms your body, vision going black as you squeeze your eyes shut, hearing rafes laugh echoing throughout the room as he finger fucks you through your orgasm.

he pulls out suddenly and you can’t help but whine at the loss, your hole clenching around nothing. you blink your eyes open to see rafe kneeling between your legs, using the wetness from his hands to stroke his cock, coating himself in your slick.

“are you going to fuck me?” you ask, suddenly afraid of his size hurting.

“i’m sorry, princess.” rafe says, draping his body over yours, rubbing his dick against your messy cunt. “i would have been so gentle with you if you’d just behaved for me tonight.” “i’m sorry, rafe, i promise i’ll be good from now on, please go slow.” rafe frowns, like he’s seriously considering your pleas for a moment before he shakes his head, placing an elbow on one side of your head, reaching down with his other hand and lining himself up with your entrance. you breathe deeply, trying to keep your body from tensing, knowing that being relaxed will make it easier.

you cry out as rafe pushes his cock inside of you, not giving you any time to adjust as he immediately begins thrusting in and out. you watch as the eyes roll back in his head from finally being inside you.

“you’re so fucking tight, my little virgin.” rafe laughs, but it turns into a moan as he looks down at where his body is connecting with yours. “not a little virgin any longer though, huh?” rafe is bringing his entire body weight down with every thrust, and even though the stretch was painful at first, it just feels good now, the way his skin rubs against your clit every time he presses deep inside of you.

you can’t help it, when he pushes in and grinds his hips against you, your cunt flutters around his cock, squeezing it tightly, completely involuntarily from how good it feels.

“god, fuck!” rafe shouts out, making you flinch in fear.

“i’m sorry.” you whimper, eyes wide as he looks down at you, unable to read his emotions.

“you’re too fucking good.” rafe groans, hand coming up and gripping your throat, squeezing it tightly as he looks down on you. “i wish i could just fucking kill you.” your breathing is restricted, black flaring into your vision as rafe holds you by your throat, using it for leverage as he takes you repeatedly.

you try to form words, try to call out for him, and just as you start to slip into unconsciousness, rafe lowers his hand to your breast, gripping the skin there instead as you take in large gulps of air.

“i told you i wouldn’t kill you.” rafe says with a grunt, smashing your lips together in a kiss that steals your air just as much as his hand around your neck. 

“it feels so good.” you cry, pleasure sparking as he pulls at your nipple before switching to the other one, his cock pushing against your sweet spot with every thrust.

“yeah?” rafe laughs harshly. “gonna cum on my cock? i told you that you would baby.”

“i can’t, i can’t-” you sob, tears flowing down your face, unable to hold back your orgasm even though you’d like to. your entire body shakes as rafe is unforgiving with his thrusts, bending and licking at your face, collecting the salty tears from your cheeks with his rough tongue. 

“cum for me.” rafe grunts, pulling away to kneel between your legs, pulling your hips up off the bed to keep a deep angle as he smashes into you. “i said, cum for me!” the anger in rafes voice pushes you over the edge, scared of what he will do if you don’t follow his directions, your high washing over you, and for a second you feel like you’re floating over your body as pleasure takes over, until the sharp pain of overstimulation greets you as rafe continues to fuck you.

“please.” you try to shove him away, but he just smacks your hands away like they’re nothing more than an annoying little bug. you try next to squeeze your thighs together, but it clenches your sore cunt at the same time, making rafe moan.

“gonna cum in you.” rafe says, moving a hand to your clit, rubbing over it harshly with his palm.

“stop, stop!” you shout, your back arching and heels pushing against the bed as you try to get away from it, the overwhelmingly good feeling turning quickly to displeasure.

“never gonna stop, baby.” rafe grinds his dick inside of you, not caring for your pleasure. “now that you know who i am, i’m going to have to keep coming back here every night and fucking you silly so you can’t tell anyone.” “i won’t tell, i promise.” you try to look at rafe, but your tears cloud your vision. “i promise, rafe, please, just stop.”

you know your words aren’t what convinces him, but rather your pussy squeezing his cock, causing him to shoot his load deep inside of you as he moans, keeping your hips pushed firmly against his body. you whine as you feel him flood your insides, of course he didn’t use any protection, and you’re not on birth control, but you can’t even begin to think of the implications as long as rafe kneels over you.

“good girl.” rafe hums, patting your lower tummy as he slowly pulls out, cum falling in dollops onto your comforter.

“r-rafe.” you whimper as he lays down next to you. 

“shh, baby.” he pushes your hair out of your face, leaning over your body and giving you a light kiss on the lips. your eyes fluttering closed in pure exhaustion. “i told you i won’t kill you. go to sleep. i’ll be here in the morning. i’ll always be here.” 

you don’t protest as rafe pulls you into him, your body is too tired to move away from the murderer. you rest your head against his chest, still slick with sweat from fucking you. 

“are you going to keep killing?” you ask quietly. you’re unsure if he hears you, as the minutes tick by, the silence of the room now deafening. “i either keep killing them or i kill you.” rafe finally says, making you shudder. “which would you rather it be?”

guilt pangs in your chest as you whisper your response, “keep killing them.”

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[portraitoftheoddity]

Besides shoes you can wear, is there any other gear or supplies you'd recommend for beginner hikes? I usually just take a water bottle or 2, depending on how long I think the hike will take

So, the official answer is "always bring the 10 Essentials", but if you're a beginner doing a relatively short hike on a well-trafficked and well-marked trail and you aren't deep in the backwoods, you can get by with a simpler list to start, and then expand your gear as you start taking on longer hikes that take you further out.

Basically, you want to pack for the worst case scenario. If the worst case scenario if you get injured or lost on a particular trail is that you wait for an hour for someone an ATV to come get you or you walk a little further until you hit one of several nearby roads, you won't need to pack as much as if you could end up waiting several hours for a search & rescue team to reach you, or even spending the night alone in the wilderness waiting for a search party because you lost the trail.

I recommend, to start, for easier, well-trafficked trails:

Comfortable Backpack. No draw-string bags -- something with actual shoulder straps and preferably a waist-strap too so that most of the weight sits on your hips. Your back will thank you!

Water. I always bring at least 1 liter, usually more because I drink like a fish. Gatorade is a valid substitute, especially in summer when you're sweating.

Food. Bring some snacks, even if you anticipate being home by lunch -- granola bars, trail mix, and jerky are all good; you'll want something that won't spoil or melt in your pack, and these foods all give you a pretty dense boost of sugar, protein and salt. If you wind out being out longer than you expected, you'll have something to eat, and if you work up an appetite, you'll be less cranky because, hey-- snacks!

Extra clothing layer. I typically layer when I hike so I can strip down layers if I'm sweating or add them back if I cool off, and keep one more layer than I think I need in my pack so if it gets cold, or if there's A Situation™ and I have to wait around without movement to keep me warm, I have something to put on. If you're hiking a trail with elevation gain, it will almost inevitably be cooler at the top than it is at the trailhead. A light rain shell or a cheap plastic poncho if there's even the slightest chance of rain is also good call, and doesn't take up much space.

Ziploc baggie. Good for trash, but also invaluable if it rains or if you have a tricky water crossing to keep your phone dry. Phones love jumping in rivers. Don't ask me why.

Printed trail map. Don't rely on just your phone -- phones break, batteries run out, and signals drop. Having a paper copy of a trail map on you is safest, so if some of the trail blazes get confusing or you run into a fork in the trail, you know where to go. I also keep a small compass attached to my pack.

Simple first aid. Keep a baggie with some bandaids, an antiseptic wipe, a couple blister pads, and a dose of your preferred over the counter painkiller on hand. The most common issue you're likely to run into as a beginner are blisters on your feet, or some bumps and scrapes from tripping. For longer hikes, you may want to add more supplies, such as an ACE bandage.

Whistle. Easy to clip to your pack, and very light -- If you're hurt or lost, you can blow on a whistle a lot louder and longer than you can yell. Three short blasts is a signal for 'hiker in distress!'

Depending on the length of the trail and how much you expect to sweat, you may want to bring sunscreen with you, or just apply sunscreen and bug spray in the parking lot before you set out. I personally always carry a travel-size tube, but I am also the kind of white person who burns if I even think about sunshine.

So, that's what you're carrying. As far as what to wear:

AVOID COTTON. DO NOT WEAR JEANS.

Cotton is a nice, breathable, natural fabric that soaks up water like a fucking sponge. If you've ever done laundry and found your jeans were still damp at the end of the dryer cycle when the rest of your clothes were done, this is why. If your cotton clothes get wet on the trail from rain, sweat, or slipping in a water crossing -- they are gonna stay wet. And that can range from uncomfortable to downright dangerous if hypothermia becomes a factor (big issue up here in the White Mountains).

Athletic wear made of "moisture-wicking" or "quick-dry" material is gonna be ideal. You don't need to blow a huge amount of money on hiking-specific brands; your workout clothes may be just fine (I got one of my favorite hiking tops at Walmart for like, $8). Just check the tags to make sure they're not made of cotton. Lightweight, breathable clothes made of nylon, polyester, and merino wool are all decent options that will dry quickly, and you'll be more comfortable than you'd be in sweaty, chafing jeans. I also recommend a nice thick pair of wool socks.

Happy hiking!

#beginner hiking #lena hikes

[tonguetiedraven]

Bonrin separation anxiety? I'm leaving the rest of the idea up to you, but the only thing I request is for the SA to be mutual. (Both Rin and Bon have SA for each other) Excited to see where ya go with this one.

I though about doing a reunion scene for this, and got part way through writing a mid struggle fic, but finally settled on the two boys receiving their missions. I hope you enjoy it, and thank you so much for the ask <3<3

— — — ヽ(ﾟ｀∀ ´ﾟ)乂(´◕∀◕｀)ﾉ— — —

“It’s your turn,” Shura said as they marched up the steps to the Kyoto branch.

“Is not!” Lewin had never cared about making a scene, and was entirely fine with all the disapproving looks they were now receiving.

“Is too. I handled the Kumiyama case.”

Lightning’s eyes narrowed in consideration. Shura jerked the door open, waited just long enough for Lewin to draw near, and let it swing shut behind her, laughing when Lewin jumped and drew back. He stuck his tongue out at her as he went on in.

“Was that really the last one?”

“…Yeah? Last one we gave them.”

Lewin wrinkled his nose. “Fine. You’re right. But you’re forgetting something.”

They passed office after office and headed towards the back where the one they needed was. “Yeah? What’d I forget?”

Lewin reached for the door and offered her a vicious smile. “I,” he said simply, “outrank you.” Pulling the door open, he made a sweeping bow. “After you, Miss Kirigakure.”

She gave him the fiercest glare she could manage and decided she’d use the naiads in their next spar. She’d make them bathe him, the bastard. 

“Look alive, kids!”

“We’re not kids!” Rin whined while Ryuuji simply lifted his gaze from whatever he’d been staring at on his pad. Rin was perched on the desk instead of doing any work. Probably had been playing with his fiancé’s hair and trying to get Ryuuji to actually take a break.

“What’s up?” Ryuuji asked cautiously as he straightened in his chair and gave them both a curious look.

“We come with assignments.” 

“Fun!” Rin twisted around on the desk, knocking one of Ryuuji’s statues over and nearly toppling his container of pens. The aria caught it before it could fall and righted it. Satisfied with that, he curled Rin’s destructive tail around his arm to keep it mildly tamed.

They really did work so well together. It was kind of stupid to keep doing this just because they were partners off the field. They were engaged for crying out loud. It obviously wasn’t a thing that was going away. They were good together.

“Rin,” Ryuuji barely breathed the word, and it was obvious he’d already put together what Rin hadn’t. Yet. He reached forward and gently grabbed Rin’s hand with his own.

“Feel like a trip to the alps before you get hitched, Ryuuji?” Lightning  took the lead for a moment, which meant Shura would have to be the one to tell Rin he was going to South America and not joining Ryuuji with the mountain goats in the alps. It double sucked for Ryuuji. Not only would it be a seperate mission, but he also hated the cold.

“The alps?” Ryuuji asked, glancing at his fiance who was still staring at Shura and Lightning with easy smiles.

“Yetis.”

“Ooh! I’ve always wanted to see one!” Rin’s tail partially unwound from Ryuuji’s arm to wag excitedly. 

Damn it. Mentally plotting Lightning’s demise, Shura spoke up. “Sorry, kiddo. You’re coming with me to Paraguay to check in on the Ao Ao.”

Rin’s nose wrinkled. “That’s close to the alps, ain’t it?” His tail stopped wagging and wound right back around Ryuuji’s arm. 

“It’s in South America, Rin.” Ryuuji moved his tail held arm so he could settle his hand on Rin’s hip. “An entirely different continent.” 

“No.” It was said simply, and definitively. Rin’s hand tightened its grip on Ryuuji’s hand and didn’t budge. “I’m not leaving without Ryuuji.”

“When?” Ryuuji asked quietly. 

“Tomorrow,” Lewin said at the same time Shura said “tonight.”

Ryuuji nodded and released Rin’s hip. He grabbed his phone up, pulling it as close as he could with his arm still mostly immobilized by Rin’s tail. “Would you mind giving us a moment?”

“Sure thing.” Shura stepped back and motioned for Lewin to follow. The arch knight did with an unhappy expression. He didn’t like doing these kind of missions any more than she did. 

— — — — — —

“No,” Rin repeated the moment the door was shut. Ryuuji didn’t have a chance to interject his own dislike before his chair was shoved back—or the desk was—and Rin was in his lap with his arms wrapped tight around Ryuuji’s chest.

“I know, sunshine. I don’t wanna go either.”

“Why won’t they ever let us go together? I can’t keep ya safe when we’re apart.” 

“I can’t keep you from jumping into shit you shouldn’t when we’re apart.”

It was the same every damn time. They were rarely given paired assignments because of their off job ‘partnership’ (because the Vatican would always be slow to acknowledge that they were lovers and fiancé’s and there was a quickly approaching wedding) and some stupid theory that they wouldn’t be able to fight together without compromising themselves.

Like Ryuuji fought better when he didn’t know where Rin was or how he was. Like Ryuuji wouldn’t be worrying that something had happened to his fiancé. Ryuuji got sent on hard missions, and Rin got sent on impossible missions. 

“I don’t want you to go. Can’t you just say no? Yetis almost killed the old man.”

“Yeah? Don’t think you ever told me that.” 

“I could tell you if you don’t go.” 

“I gotta go.” He did not want to, but he knew there was no point fighting. Plus, he was still waiting on approval for all the leave he’d requested for their wedding. He couldn’t afford to piss them off. Yet. 

“But he said it’d be tonight! That’s no time!” 

Ryuuji slid his chair a bit further back and swiveled around so his back was to the door. He had no doubt they were listening outside the door and he didn't want them to hear Rin upset. No one should get to look into their struggles without being invited in. Ryuuji got to know about Rin's anxieties, and Rin got to know about his, that was all he needed.

“Breathe with me, Rin. I gotcha.”

It was strange how easy it was to push his own anxiety away in these moments. Rin got distraught in the moment while Ryuuji saved his own breakdowns for late at night. It wasn’t like he could sleep at night without Rin anyway. At least working through the panic gave him something to do.  He could push his own anxiety temporarily away while he fought to help Rin, because the need to help Rin would always override everything else. (The need to help and protect Rin was the entirety of his problem. How could he keep Rin safe and alive if he wasn't there?)

Rin took in a wheezing breath and dropped his head against Ryuuji’s shoulder. “You got stabbed last time.”

“You broke both your legs.”

“Yeah, but you don’t heal fast.” 

Ryuuji huffed out an unhappy sort of laugh. “Right. How about we both just promise not to get hurt? Loser has to—” it was hard to even talk about it, the fears and stupid voices were already rising in his head and trying to convince him that Rin was going to die in a horrible and violent way the moment Ryuuji stepped out of their shared apartment— “has to listen to Mephisto’s plans for the wedding and try to talk him down.”

“You better not lose, Ryuuji. I will bite Lewin this time if you come back injured.” 

“This time? Like you haven’t tried to do it before?”

“I’ll actually manage it this time.” Rin gave him a smile that was almost real, and that was progress if nothing else. 

“You better not lose either, Rin, or I’m taking away your kitchen privileges. We’ll do take out for a month.”

“Hey!” Rin gasped, shoving at Ryuuji’s chest in mock indignation. “That’s no fair!”

“Then don’t do anything stupid. You know Shura will tell me if you do.”

Rin lowered his gaze and played with Ryuuji’s tie. “Promise you’ll call me when you can?”

“Yes. Promise you’ll do the same? I expect voicemails.”

Rin snorted and cuddled close again. “Long random ones. Promise.” 

“Good.” Ryuuji looped his arms back around Rin and hugged him as he tilted his own head against Rin’s. They spent a moment in that silence, savoring the last few minutes before they were separated for their briefings. They’d cram in a dinner together, and then it would be a long split for the mission. It would be hard, but they would make it through like they always did. Someday Ryuuji would take over the Myōō Dharani and Rin would be Paladin, and they wouldn’t have to separate on any mission if they didn’t want to.

But for now, Ryuuji took solace in holding Rin while he could.

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[boobaloof]

So no himbo rescue mission?

#*breaks phone* *jumps on drawing pad* #hzd #aloy #horizon zero dawn #horizon forbidden west #hfw #erend #not really spoilers lmao #so no taggin #erend vanguardsman #he’s just a himbo with no girlboss #lost #alone #scared #an idiot #ereloy #cuz why not #he smol #Bab-art

[venenatd]

just friends; eren jaegar x reader

summary: you and eren are best pals and have both recently be dumped. so, a plan to get over your exes is needed! what’s better than going out on the town trying to find quick fucks >:) also eren is a smug bastard but kinda has a heart of gold??

content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (choking, unprotected sex, creampie drinking, drunk sex, possessiveness ig? dirty talk, both of them want to be dominant tbh. slight size kink, oral both m and f receiving. female bodied reader) 

i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!

word count: 5.8k words of unedited content 

a/n: uh so i never thought i’d be back on my tumblr bullshit at 23 but hey after years without the app i’m back. i needed to get out the h-word and this is what happened. enjoy and i’m sorry if it’s terrible lmao

“You look different” 

Frowning at the man waiting ever so patiently for you on the sofa, you look a little defeated. “Is that meant to be a compliment, Eren?”. He sighed, raising his eyebrows at you. To be fair, maybe you did. Wearing a figure hugging black dress, that definitely just hid your ass cheeks, hair styled and sprayed in place, dark lipstick and makeup on your face. Usually Eren would have seen you in sweats, always running a little late for class, snack in hand. 

“Different isn’t bad,” he offered, checking the watch that lay on his wrist, “are we ever going to get to the bar? Your plan will fall through if you’re not careful.”

Ah, the plan. Both you and Eren were newly single. In your final year at university, having managed to keep each relationship going until almost the end. Ironic. Weren’t most meant to fail in the first year? But alas, your partners had decided it was the end within a couple of weeks each other, and as you and Eren had been close since you met on orientation day, you each took to the other for comfort. You had done the crying first, going to him the minute your call with the ex had ended. Leaving wet splotches on his shirt, he had calmed you, only for you to do the same to him later. Now the crying was done, it was time to move on, and what better advice to follow than getting under someone to get over another?

“I just need to look hot enough for a guy to fuck me.”

“What a romantic you are.”

“Shut up Er-”

Eren shifted from the couch, interrupting your usual sass, “and what about me, y/n? Do I look beautiful?”. He threw in a wink with his comment, his aura of cockiness always radiating. You rolled your eyes, before studying his figure. His dark hair half pulled back into a bun, the rest draping his neck and onto a deep emerald green silk shirt, with the top few buttons loose, tucked into dark pants. A ring on each hand, fingers with chipping black nail polish, and to top it off, a thin chain on his neck. You hated to admit it and add to his smug demeanour but... the man did look good. 

“Gorgeous as always Eren,” you said sarcastically, even if it was truthful, “I’m sure there will be a queue of women who are wanting to jump on you.”

“Not if they aren’t all taken already,” he taps at his watch. Whilst the two of you had already been drinking as he waited for you to get ready, it was definitely on the later side.

“Order the uber, and we can go.”

Walking over to him and adding shoes to your outfit, you present yourself before him, a cute little smile playing on your lips. He’s staring down at his phone, quickly going through the motions for the ride. Finally, he looks up to catch your eyes. His jade pupils flick down slightly, and he hopes you miss that they land at the cleavage you’re sporting in your current get up. He flicks your nose, earning a scowl from you and a smile from him.

“You look perfect”

The club is far fuller than you both expected, dance floor and tables taken up and crowded round. Luckily, you had managed to secure you and Eren a pair of seats at the bar, and you were currently on your third..? Fourth drink of the evening. Green eyes watch your lips carefully, as you finish the vodka and lemonade. 

“So, anyone take your fancy?” he prompts, looking around at the mess of people.

Humming, you scan the area. There’s some people you recognise from class, but plenty more you don’t know. Fucking friends seems like a bad move, even in your tipsy state, so you look to the strangers faces. They don’t look like him. Ugh. 

There’s a few options though, and as you point them out to Eren they come with brief descriptors: dark hair and stubble, wide set blonde. He tuts at the options, sarcastically letting out a “sure sure, I see the appeal”. 

“And how about you, anyone you like the look of?” you ask with a sigh.

Christ, Eren thinks to himself. It’s been long enough that he hasn’t had to look for someone else. Sure there were attractive people in the world, but with her around, he hadn’t needed to give anyone else a second look. His palm moves to the back of his neck, stretching out behind him with a huff. “Let’s look on the dance floor?” he offers, clearly not as eager as you were tonight. Moving his hand back down, he holds it out for you, pulling towards the throng of people.

He looks effervescently cool like this. Shirt open, hair starting to fall from his bun. Eren is looking around at the people surrounding the two of you. The two of you had been working in circles, allowing each other an eyeful as the club goers move around the space. As a group of guys push their way from the dance floor to the bar, you get shoved towards Eren. Heels were never quite your forte, and you stumble against him, hands on either side of his chest. Grinning down at you with that smug little smile that annoyed you so much, Eren brought large hands to your waist, pushing you away a little. But his hands stay there as he continues to sway to the music, making no effort to break the contact. And so you bring your arms up to his neck, allowing his movements to carry you on time to the song. For the first time in the past couple of weeks, you feel light. Your chest isn’t constricted by some foreign weight. It’s just you and your best friend, buzzed and free.

Colours change above you, as you look up to Eren, him down to you. A playful grin takes his lips as he pulls you a little closer, you so easily accepting the narrowing distance. Your black silk meets his deep green, chest pushing into his. You carefully analyse his features, seeing if he attempts to check you out like earlier. 

Was it the alcohol making your cheeks so warm? Lit up by a purple hue, you watch his eyes return to exploring the crowd, his hand still holding on to you. His smirk falters, his eyebrows creasing together. You’re not moving in circles anymore, Eren pausing in his movements as he thinks about what to do next. He shouldn’t lie to you, but seeing your ex at the bar would really harsh the night. Under his fingers, he can feel your body tense, suddenly unsure at how close the contact between you was. 

But Eren doesn’t want you to know, he doesn’t want you to be distracted by your ex tonight. He doesn’t want to see your hurt little face anymore. The way your eyes would be red and puffy the next day. The way he would feel your shoulders heaving under his arms. You don’t deserve that. Hell, you didn’t deserve the huge amount of shit your ex had put you through over the years he’d known you. Eren would sit back and listen to you rant, support you where he could. But fuck that guy. And he wasn’t sure what sparked in his chest, but Eren’s jade orbs are trained straight back on you. His eyebrows calm, tension releasing from them. As you can turn to scope out whatever had changed his body language so suddenly, he catches your jaw. 

Beginning to slowly move again, his eyes have narrowed, taking in the way the dress hugs you, the shine on your skin from the hot dance floor. Eren couldn’t quite figure out what was intoxicating him right now. Definitely a lot of alcohol, but also a sudden… possessiveness. He didn’t want you in pain anymore. Eren wanted you in pleasure. His breath is suddenly on your neck, making your hair raise. 

“I’ve only seen one person I’m interested in tonight.” 

“Oh?” you squeak, before clearing your throat a little. The new deep notes in his voice catch you off guard. It almost sounds like he’s… No. He’s your best friend. The little looks you’d been giving each other all night were just two people looking out for one another, two people seeing each other happy for the first time in a while. Your voice is calmer as you ask light-heartedly, “and who would that be?” 

His lips are so close to your ear. 

“You.” 

“Eren-” your hands move from behind his neck, resting on his shoulders. You need to see your best friend's face, you need to know if he’s joking right now. If he’s mocking you. When you draw back, you see his face. Smug, as always. Fuck you’ve always wanted to knock that cockiness down a peg. Cheshire smile showing his teeth and his eyes looking down at you. Half lidded eyes, pupils blown. He’s not joking. Fuck.

“Can I kiss you?” 

Your breath is caught in your throat. All too aware suddenly of each of his finger pads pressing into your skin, the contact feeling like fire with the added alcohol. But, you find yourself nodding, the yes just escaping your lips before he’s pressed into them.

Large hands travel to your hip, and up your back, pressing you into him. You can feel his body, tense in exhilaration against you, hands back around his neck. One travels up to the nape of his back, tangling into his hair and pulling him deeper into you. The music is all consuming, you can feel the bass in your body, you can feel Eren against you, you can feel the adrenaline coursing through your veins. 

Eren’s hand on your back travels up, echoing your placement on him, to hold the back of your neck. He doesn’t want you to go, you feel too good. The heat between your bodies could suffocate him. His thumb puts pressure under your jaw, he isn’t even sure you can feel it. But he can, measuring your pulse racing underneath the pad. He’s smiling into this kiss, this all consuming kiss.

His tongue swipes at your bottom lip, and you’re all too eager to allow him into your mouth. Tasting the whisky from your home, tasting the coke from the club. His teeth take your lip nipping slightly, before sucking the plump of it into his mouth. You both come up for air, eyes meeting in acknowledgment of the situation.

“Wanna get out of here?”

The drive home had only served to heap tension between you. As clearly that it was that you wanted each other, you would have to wait a while longer. Your thighs pressed together, slowly inhaling and exhaling. Going through your mind was whether this was a good idea, staring out at the city passing by you. Eren was your friend. You were dating another man two weeks ago. The same man that had previously asked you if he needed to be worried about Eren. You’d laughed it off, because it was Eren. You were brought out of your thoughts when you felt him grip your leg, a little too harshly at first, before settling, leaving a gentle pattern of circles and lines on your inner thigh. It was Eren.

Just one hallway. You had to make it one hallway to get into your apartment. One hallway left to come to your senses. And just like he read your mind, Eren is once again touching you, just his hand on yours pulling you backwards. You twist just in time, his hands instantly cupping your cheeks as he kisses you, deeply and intensely. Pushing you back into the wall, you pray a neighbour doesn’t walk out now. His knee is pressing gently between your legs, and you allow it. Your fingers sink into Eren’s arms, lightly covered by the fabric yet you can still feel the muscle underneath, relaxing and tensing as he pulls you closer. 

His lips are making their way to your jaw, lifting your chin upwards, tentatively licking the bone before moving downwards still, sucking and nipping and licking your neck. A whimper breaks through. You really need to get inside. Gripping his hair, you sharply pull backwards.

“Not going to play nice, huh?” 

When did he speak like this? The playful and shit-eating grin your friend Eren always wore was replaced by something darker, his words laced with intent. 

“Don’t challenge me.” 

You were off, finally at your door, making quick work with the lock, moving in first before he followed. The door shut as you pushed Eren against it, usual doe eyes being taken over with a deep lust. Your hands are instantly at his belt, as his hands find your face once again. This time he’s grabbing your hair, making you look up at him as he glares down at you. You’re constantly challenging one another in conversation, and it’s translating to the bedroom far too easily. 

Lips are on one another again, as you leave the belt and start towards his shirt. You bite down on his bottom lip, earning a hiss from him, and you feel his hand being brought around your throat. He doesn’t add too much pressure, checking if this turn is indeed okay with you. When you push against the weight, he takes the gleam in your eye as a yes, and uses the force to push you against the next wall, finally moving off the front door. 

It’s a constant battle to get to the bedroom, both of you taking control for short bursts. Eren pulling the thin straps of your dress down, you untucking his shirt. His muscular torso is on full display, and you had never viewed it in this light before. 

Finally he pushes you onto the bed, situating himself between your legs. Your kisses are sloppy and infused with alcohol. Hands are desperate with one another, both of you needing to be closer. Are you scared if the contact ends your thoughts will return to sanity? 

Eren’s hot and heavy over you, his hands seem everywhere at once. Smoothing up your thigh, digging in slightly to the flesh when you grind against one another. His hands rest at your hips for a moment, and he’s looking down at you, still fucking smiling. All at once, he’s flipped you over his prominent hard on pressing into your ass. He’s whispering in your ear, leaving wet kisses along your neck, to your shoulder blades. Fingers take the zip at the back of your dress, slowly and carefully pulling it down, leaving licks and pecks as he goes. It’s torturous. 

You attempt to speed things up by rutting your ass against his crotch, and you think you hear a quiet moan, before his hand is brought down to the fabric, smacking your cheek. You gasp, turning your head to look at him. Eren is too occupied in taking in all of your body, his green eyes are darkened with authority and lust. His nimble fingers play with the short hem of your dress, thumb dipping beneath, before he pushes the silk up. 

You both let out soft fuck’s, as his hands grab at the plump of your ass. It’s like he’s testing the softness, the way your flesh responds to his touch so easily. He slaps at you again, earning a sharp moan from you. Eren’s leaning down, his mouth once again trailing across the apex of your behind, leaving trails of saliva as he goes. Before you can even register the new sensations you can feel a soft pressure against your clothed cunt, just enough to let you know the presence of his hand, but not enough for you to get off on. You’re mewling, once again trying to get closer to him. This time he allows it, eagerly pressing his ring and middle finger to your clit, allowing you to grind upon them. 

Seeing you underneath him like this… it’s new and strange and so fucking hot. He’s watching you desperately try and fill the need building in your core, and he can only feel his cock twitch in his pants as he sees you coming undone. If you wanted more, he could definitely give it to you. Bringing his large hands away, to the flimsy fabric that was covering you, he pulls it down, exposing you to him. His heart and dick fucking jump. His hands return to your ass, watching the jiggle as you move and whimper. Spreading you, he brings his face down, breath tingling on your most sensitive areas.

Your breath catches in your throat as his tongue, gentle at first, licks between your folds. He’s tasting you, he’s moaning into your pussy, as you write beneath him. Eren’s hands are squeezing your ass cheeks, holding you still as you try to grind against his face. 

“Patience, y/n”, he says, with a slap on your behind again. 

“Fuck you,” you hiss. 

“You will be in a minute, baby girl, don’t worry.”

You go to make a retort but he’s instantly back, licking up your slit and a deep moan escapes you. Jesus you can feel the smile on his lips as he’s back on your pussy. Eren is so proud of the sounds he can draw from you. He wonders if your ex could make you come undone so easily. 

You taste sweet and saccharine on him, and he doesn’t hold back the groan as he further works his way into you. Hardened tongue moving it’s way from your entrance down to your clit. He swipes at it, before moving away again. Kissing your thighs, kissing the skin between your holes. Every now and then he’ll move back to your clit, allowing you a moment of pleasure before he’s teasing again. “Fuck, please”. Your whines are being smothered by the sheets, and Eren wants nothing more than to hear them, loud and clear.

Eren’s ringed fingers make their way to your hair, his face lifting from between your legs. He pulls you back round, and holy shit you can see how wet you are on his face. There’s a sheen to his lips and chin, and instinctively you reach up to his neck, pulling him back on top of you. Your tongue meets his, tasting your tartness on his mouth. A hand makes it way back down in between your thighs, playing and parting your folds. Your hand in turn reaches up his neck, pulling sharply at his hair once again. “Eren. More- please” you get out in between staggered breaths. 

“Aw, since you asked so nicely” his eyes watch your expression closely as his thumb rests on your clit, his finger swiftly moving inside you. Your eyebrows raise and knot, eyes wide and lips parted. But he keeps it still as your legs shaked around his arm. “Eren, move” you demand this time. 

“Oh, that’s not so nice. I liked it when you were polite.” He starts to retract his finger, thumb gently swabbing your clit so you’ll know what you miss.

“Please, please, please, Eren, please” you speak before he even gets the first knuckle out. All the teasing was creating a tightness in your lower stomach. 

“Much better.”

You whine as he continues to pull his finger from you, until he pushes it back in, curling his solitary finger up. Your fingernails are pressing deep into the muscle of his bicep, feeling how it moves as he finger fucks you. He’s hitting that perfect spot inside you again and again, and his thumb is swiping eagerly on your clit. 

Eren can feel you fluttering around his finger, desperate for more, desperate to release on him. He adds another finger, your wetness allowing him entrance easily. He wants to fuck you so bad, his cock so hard it felt like it was about to burst. 

He pushes your hands off him, leaving crescent moon indents deep in his skin, he works his way back down. He brings the black silk with him this time, fully being able to take in your body as you’re left naked before him. Holy shit you’re beautiful. He doesn’t want to stare too long and make you shy. But he still kisses his way down, before he’s back at your pussy. 

This time he allows you more movement, letting your fingers work their way back into his hair, letting you roll your hips against his tongue and stubble. 

With his spare hand he pulls out his cock, slowly pulling at it, before he realises he can’t do that for too long without cumming before the main event. Instead he reaches up, rolling your perked nipples in between his fingers. There are so many sensations on your body, and Eren can feel your cunt beginning to tighten around his fingers. You hold your breath before letting out little moans, building towards reaching your height.

“You want to cum on my fingers?

Your back is arching, whispering “yes, yes, yes, please” as your walls are tightening around him. He quickens the pace, making sure to hit that spot inside you over and over. Thighs around his face, he can feel your slick pooling in his mouth, and coating his chin once again. 

Your gummy walls are so tight around his thick fingers, he needs you to finish, watch you fully unravel below him. Sucking and licking at your clit, he’s pushing you towards the edge. 

“Eren-” his name is strangled coming out of you, and then your moaning, undulating your cunt against his mouth, riding out your orgasm. 

His jade eyes look up at you, watching as you pull your head up to look at him, before another wave of pleasure hits you and you have to arch your neck and look back up. He waits for you to come down, letting you fuck his face and fingers. Grinding against his stubble and tongue as you let out pitiful and beautiful moans. You’re so fucking wet, the sounds coming from between the two of you should be forbidden, as you release onto him. 

Finally he withdraws, using his forearm to wipe his face. He lies next to you, allowing you a moment as he draws little circles on your stomach. Eren has never quite looked at you in this light. Sure, you were pretty, and the two of you were obviously close. But now you’d walked a line that couldn’t be undone. You weren’t over your ex, and as okay as Eren was with what had happened between you, he didn’t want you to run. He’s overcome with thoughts, looking down to your chest and the heavy breaths you were taking. All he could pray was that you weren’t pretending he was someone else. 

But as Eren is getting caught up in his own mind, you’re twisting, hand reaching to his crotch, cock having been recaptured by his boxers. Palming him, you feel how big he really is for the first time. Fingers trace the edge of his pants and underwear, and he lifts his hips, allowing you to pull them down. Shit. His dick slapped back to his stomach, precum leaking from the top of his pink head. He was bigger than you’d imagined, because of course you’d imagined it a couple of times.

Your hand looks so small around his cock, but you slowly tease him, his deep green orbs following your movements. Bringing your head down to him, you kitten lick the precum from the top of his dick. He hisses gently, and you look up at him with these big doe eyes, so fucking eager to please.

You push your lips around him, hollowing your cheeks and flattening your tongue as you begin working along his shaft. He moans just at the sight of you, your eyes peeking up through dark lashes. His hand goes through your hair, eagerly pushing you deeper around him. 

He lets out a hoarse, “is this okay?” before you put your own hand on his pushing it for the both of you. You don’t even want to come up for air, you just want him close to you, inside you. 

You were learning far more about each other than you had expected, as Eren takes back over. He pushes himself further into you, muttering a good girl that has you whining. The vibrations around his cock make his hips buck, and now you’re gagging as his length hits the back of your throat. He holds you there instead of letting you off, and your nails are sharp against his thighs.

His head lolls back as he starts to move his hips under you, moving you in turn with your hair. He picks up the pace quickly, allowing saliva to drool from you and straight to his cock. 

Your eyes prick, big fat tears forming at the corners. But you’re enjoying this way too much, the moans and gasps he gives make you moan, pressing your thighs together for some kind of friction. 

He takes your jaw in his grasp, allowing you a moment to catch your breath. Your tongue sits out your mouth, him smacking the head of his dick on it. He notices your tears then, the mascara that’s running a little. He swipes at the corner of your eyes, leaning down to press a kiss into your forehead. 

Bringing you up to him, your dripping folds sliding across his length. His lips are on your cheeks, across your jaw, licking up your neck before reclaiming your plush lips once again. You continue grinding against one another, tongues slipping in and out of each other's mouths. Eventually Eren brings his hands to your hips, lifting you up as you hold his shaft up.

Your foreheads are pressed together as he slowly pushes inside you. The stretch is burning and all-consuming, eyes pricking up again as you feel him hit your furthest wall. Eren breathes out heavily, “So fucking tight”

You roll your hips, allowing some friction from him on your clit. It helps your muscles relax a little, and balancing your hands on his shoulders you push yourself up and down, using his length for your own pleasure. Eren’s eyes don’t leave your form, watching your breasts bounce and how your eyes flutter close as he fills you entirely.

“You really did want to be fucked, huh? Look at you” he teases you, watching as you go to talk back before he thrusts his hips up. It leaves the words caught in your throat.

His pace maintains, holding you in place as he fucks up into you, feeling your cunt clench around him. There are long moments where you hold your breath, holding his cock tight within you. Then you’ll release and moan, before holding it in again. Well, Eren is all too happy to help you with that. 

One hand grabbing the flesh of your hip, the other wrapping around your throat, he pushes into you at a punishing rate. Your eyes go wide at the sudden restriction of your throat, feeling the cold metal of his ring against your pulse. 

“Who knew this about you? That you were such a slut?”

As much as he knows you want to deny it, you want to smack the smugness from his voice, he can feel your pussy tighten around him. He sees your eyes roll back a little. 

“You’re getting tighter.” 

The hand on your hip moves down, attempting to hold you in place whilst letting his thumb press over your clit. The sounds of him slapping against your wetness is obscene, and he’s only distracted from it as you whimper out pathetic yes’s and please’s. 

“You wanna cum?” he’s grunting, trying to keep the pace going until you can reach your peak.

You nod against his wide hand, still tight around your neck. “Oh you can do better than that. I already know how bad you want it, slut.”

“Please Eren, please make me cum. I want to cum, please, please, please” you can barely make out the words, your head going light and body tightening.

“Cum for me.” 

You release, and as he can feel the fluttering of your walls around him, he lets go of your throat. The sudden oxygen as you cum leaves you overwhelmed. Burying yourself in his shoulder, he fucks you through it. Cock slapping up into your cunt over and over, somehow being sucked deeper in as you coat his length with more of your own slick. He can feel your nails breaking the flesh of his back as you’re holding on for dear life, moaning his name and even a fucking thank you into his ear.

As you begin to slow, legs shake as you stay straddled over him. He flips you, Eren now firmly on top, slowly moving in and out of you. The stimulation is intense, your cunt sparking at any sensation. 

Caged between his forearms, his hair is a mess thanks to you. You push tendrils back past his ears as he leans down to kiss you once again. This kiss is different. It feels… less desperate. It feels deep and meaningful, caring even.

Your eyes meet in acknowledgment, both of you too worried to speak about the shift in tone. 

He reaches down instead, pulling your leg up and splitting you on his cock. A tongue swipes at your nipple, biting and playing with each as he gradually picks up pace again. You’re still so fucking wet it’s easy for him to thrust into you at a dizzying pace. You can feel all of him against your gummy walls. Each time he passes that special spot inside you, you moan and gasp, and it’s the best sound he’s ever heard.

His thrusts were becoming more primal, holding your thighs close around his hips. Letting your sweaty bodies collide again and again, his balls slapping against you. The grunts and moans coming from his lips were so infuriatingly erotic. Eren just wanted one more from you, and then he’d let himself finish. If this was to be a drunken mistake, so be it, but he would at least make it memorable. 

Those jade eyes were on you once again, the power and dominance radiating from the immeasurable. He can see you barely being able to hold on, completely fucked out beneath him. You’re moaning and whining, hands moving over the swell of your breasts and playing with your nipples as if it’s going to keep you grounded. 

He sits up, eyes flicking down to where you were conjoined. It took so much restraint not to cum inside you right then and there. Your glistening sex was so tight around him, the wet slapping noises echo again and again. You’re pulling and sucking him in, cream pooling around his length. 

“Give me one more, y/n. I want to feel you cum on my cock.”  

You try to look up at him through heavy lids. Your friend Eren saying this is so taboo. The words he’s said tonight so far from normal for the both of you. You flutter around him, somehow your pussy still wants to be fucked, still wants to push you off the edge one more time. You can feel the coil inside your stomach tightening. 

Eyes rolling back, you can barely keep it together anymore. He’s pounding into you at a startling rate, fingers flicking over your clit again and again and again. 

“P - please, it’s s-so good.” 

Your breaths between words were quick, “you’re so big-”

“Yeah you like that? You like being so full of my cock? Such a pretty face you make when you’re all fucked out.” 

Holy shit.

Eren could tell how much words affected you, your back arching and legs pulling him somehow closer into you.

“Come on, baby. I wanna hear those moans.” he’s grunting, getting so fucking close to losing himself in your cunt. He knows what he wants to hear most though, “say my name. Tell me who’s treating you how you should be”

With that, you’re losing yourself around him again. Writing on the bed, gripping sheets in tightly balled fists. White light taking over your sight as you clench around Eren. This orgasm was the most intense, taking your body by surprise in its overstimulated state. You weren’t even making a noise, just holding on to the high for as long as possible. 

And then you shattered, whining and moaning, whispering his name over and over again. 

As you moved underneath him, Eren kept his punishing pace up until he watched you expel the last of your energy. Name forming on your lips over and over again he falters, releasing inside you. You can feel the stickiness inside you, the sensation of being filled up. Eren watches for a moment as he sees the white pearls forming around your stretched out pussy.

His chest is back on yours as he kisses your neck, shoulders, whatever skin he can. Thrusting back into you a couple of times, he finally pulls out. You feel his cum dripping out of you, but you’re too spent to do anything about it.

Eren lies next to you, both of your bodies attempting to regulate from that. 

“You okay?” 

He’s checking in, making sure he didn’t go too far with someone he genuinely cares for. 

You nod, turning to meet his stare. Giving him a drowsy smile, you’re not sure what comes next. But for now, you’re happy. Curling into his side, he puts an arm round you and lets you rest for a while. As he notices your breathing become deeper, he nestles into you, muttering something about clean up. 

Moving away from you, you can make out some noises of a tap, drawers opening and closing. In your sleepy state you feel him gently wiping at you, two glasses of water being put on the bedside table. Finally he makes his way back to you, and Eren notes how cute you look. Hot and completely fucked out, yes. But also gentle and at peace, allowing the heaviness of sleep taking over.

He rests behind you, wanting to be back in your warmth. He pulls you in closer, wrapping an arm around your waist. The fragrance of you takes over his nostrils, and he’s all too eager to move closer to your hair, pressing one last kiss at the nape of your neck. Whatever tomorrow brings, he hopes it’s not the last time he gets to be this close to you.

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[kydrogendragon]

So, so sorry these took literally forever! But I'm finally getting around to clearing out my inbox now!

Also, I've no idea why Tumblr is breaking, but it refused to let me save more to the draft I had started, so I had to make a different post.

@undead-dante's request!

Pairing: Mammon x MC Rating: T Word Count: 7037 Warnings: Bodily Harm, Blood, Character Death, Spoilers up to Ch. 16-17~ Prompt: Damage done to a person also translates into their soulmate’s body (cuts, bruises and all). Notes: The events mostly follow the actual plot, but some changes were made like the MC's ankle getting hurt rather than their wrist in the TSL contest. This also went a lot longer than I expected it to, but this prompt was just too good.

It all started with a paper cut.

It was just a week after the human was dumped on him and a whopping five days since they finagled a pact out of him. Poor Goldie, being held captive and used as ransom. It was cruel, unforgivable, but as much as he hated it, he was stuck on babysitting duty thanks to his dear older brother.

The pair sat in class - not together, of course. There was no way he was gonna have the human sit next to him during class as well. Having to share a near-identical schedule was torture enough. The professor droned on, reciting the intricacies of the Harpie Revolt of 612. Mammon slouched in his seat, opting to fiddle with his pen rather than spend his mental energy on some stupid war that he was alive for.

The demon next to him, Thaddeus, nudged him, tilting his phone screen under the desk to him. Mammon smirked at the overly cutesy emoji of Lucifer on a unicorn. He was glad that was getting around. In the back of his mind, he knew they were all gonna suffer for it once Lucifer got word of it, but by then, the damage would be done, and that was worth it.

Mammon flinched, swallowing the yelp that nearly escaped his lips. He looked down at his finger where the sudden pain came from, trying to figure out what the hell he did when a small line peaked through his skin. Mammon stared at the droplet of blood that pooled from the small break on the pad of his finger. His brows furrowed, watching as it slowly trailed down his skin, only reaching a knuckle down before running out of blood. His gaze flicked back up to find the cut now sealed as if it had never been there in the first place.

The demon grumbled, sticking his finger in his mouth, his tongue removing the offending liquid before wiping his hands on his pants. It had been ages since he'd gotten a paper cut, the last time being that the paper he touched was cursed to always give you paper cuts, no matter what. Demons were known for being tough and hard to injure, especially to the point of drawing blood. Yet here, in the middle of Devildom History, The Great Mammon got a paper cut!

He shook his head, his eyes finding their way to the human sitting across the room, next to the window upfront. They stared down at their own finger and cursed silently under their breath. Mammon could make out the spot of red on their own finger. He watched as they gently wiped their finger on the fabric of their jacket before continuing their work.

Huh.

The TSL tournament did not go as planned. Well, it did, technically. MC successfully got Levi caught up in his Sin, but Mammon forgot just how likely Levi was to attack the human for this. Mammon watched as Levi turned to the human, envy, and anger burning in his eyes as he shifted to his demon form. Mammon cursed as his younger brother stalked forward to the human, his tail lashing out behind him. Mammon heard the human cry out his name as Levi approached, their gaze snapping to him. Their eyes were wide with fear, and for a good reason.

Mammon jumped up from the table, prepared to pull them away from danger only to find himself face-planted on the ground, his ankle groaning in pain. He looked down at the puddle that filled the entire area by Beel and cursed. He struggled back to his feet, his heart racing as Levi closed in as he told his gluttonous brother off.

Mere seconds later, the sound of feathers rustling in the wind and Lucifer's voice bellowing through the room was heard. Mammon looked up and saw his elder brother standing between Levi and MC. Not long after, Levi scurried away, his demon form gone. Mammon got up, quickly making his way to MC's side. His eyes looked them over, noticing they favored one leg over the other. Lucifer lectured them briefly before dismissing them, ordering Mammon to see to the human's leg. Despite their protest, Mammon pulled them up in his arm and made his way to their room.

Mammon sat in front of them, their foot resting on his knee as he wrapped gauze around their ankle, muttering under his breath as he worked. Was it too loose? Too tight? He had no idea; humans were fickle. The human sat on the edge of their bed and watched, occasionally wincing as he worked.

"Sorry," they said, their voice not much louder than a whisper. Mammon looked up, his blue eyes finding theirs. He stared, his eyes flicking across their face, searching. MC's gaze drifted from his, finding the floor and the walls a much more exciting place to look. He huffed, head dropping back down to his work.

"Yeah, well, ya should be," he said, frowning as he unwrapped part of the gauze to redo it for the fourth time tonight. "Next time, your life's in danger, I'll be the one to save you, all right? Don't you forget that. "He growled as he unwrapped the section he just did and began wrapping it a bit tighter, his eyes glancing up to find any trace of pain in their face. Their hands fiddled with the sheets beneath them. They stayed silent but nodded their head. Mammon huffed again.

"And if I can't manage to save ya, then make sure you die, got it? I don't want no one else stepping in and saving you, all right? So it's me or no one, understand?"

The human chuckled. "All right, got it," the human said with a slight smile. Mammon could feel his cheeks warming. They were so quick to agree. He'd gotten so used to being dismissed, it was weird. He shuffled, ignoring the sensation the best he could.

"G-good," he stumbled as he finished tying the gauze up. "You should always just agree with me like that." They hummed, watching as Mammon stood back up with his hands on his hips. "Now, stop causing me all this trouble, or you'll regret it, got it?"

MC nodded, looking down at their not-so-neatly wrapped ankle. They gave it a slight wiggle and smiled, seemingly satisfied with the job. "Thanks, by the way," they said, looking back up at the demon in front of them. "You didn't have to do this."

Mammon glanced to the side, crossing his arms across his chest. "Yeah, well, I was feelin' generous was all, so appreciate it." He heard them laugh before speaking again.

"I do. Thank you, Mammon." The white-haired demon turned around, not wanting them to see his reddened face.

"Yeah, sure, whatever," he grumbled out as he stepped out of their room. Mammon made his way down the hallways dark hallways, hands in his pockets. He could hear his brothers chatting in the living room as he made his way down the stairs to his own room. Closing the door behind him, he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Stupid human," he muttered to himself. He made his way to his bed, collapsing into the plush mattress with a groan. His blue eyes stared up at the ceiling, his mind replaying Lucifer's rescue (his fail) in his mind. Mammon winced. His ankle twinged in pain. Mammon sat up, pulling his leg closer to him.

It didn't look bad, but it did hurt and looked like it was beginning to swell. Mammon sighed as he lay back down. It must have happened when he dripped over Beel's mess, but that shouldn't cause a sprained ankle. Maybe for a human, but for a demon?

Mammon groaned, dragging his hands down his face. Was he getting weaker? What the hell was going on with him lately?

Dialovo's dances were always a drag if you asked him. Too much small talk with too many nobles and Barbatos always managing to stop him before nabbing anything of value. Mammon sighed as he leaned up against the pillar, watching as the swaths of demons danced across the floor. He could make out Simeon and Luke towards the back near one of the food tables. Solomon was carried across the dance floor by Asmo, twirling each other around.

Mammon rolled his eyes as he fiddled with the hanging decor on his jacket. This weekend was driving him insane. First, they had that tour that led to them all getting chased by Levi's giant snake. Then, they had that stupid scavenger hunt today, and now he's stuck at this stupid dance. It was all a waste of his time, he could be out making millions of Grimm at the casino, or hell, even snag a win at the race track.

"Hey!" a voice called a few feet from him. Mammon jumped, his eyes snapping up to see MC walking towards him with a smile on their face.

"H-hey," he said, taking in their outfit. Asmo really did do a good job picking it out and getting them ready for the dance. Mammon wasn't sure of the last time he saw someone that took his breath away like this.

MC's gaze looked him up and down, taking in his demon form. "So," they said, meeting his eyes again. "This is quite the party. When Diavolo said we were going to have a dance tonight, I didn't expect anything this grand."

Mammon chuckled. "That's Diavolo for ya. Get used to his crazy ideas and giant parties. I doubt this'll be the last of 'em." MC moved to stand next to him, their eyes looking over the crowd. They smiled.

Mammon watched them, noticing how their gaze followed the dancing couples on the floor with eagerness.

"Hey, so, um. Like... you've gotta have weird tastes to ask a human-like you to dance. I'm guessin' no one here's gonna do that, huh?" Mammon laughed nervously. "So, y'know, as long as you don't have a partner, I guess I could maybe go ahead and pair up with you for a little bit." He glanced over to them. MC rolled their eyes and opened their mouth to speak when suddenly Lucifer appeared in front of the two of them out of nowhere.

"MC, come dance with me. Now."

"Hey!" Mammon exclaimed as Lucifer grabbed MC's hand and pulled them away and onto the dance floor. Mammon grumbled, slumping against the pillar as he watched his human be guided along by his older brother.

Wait. His human?

No. No, no, no, no, no. The human.

Mammon shook his head, ridding the thoughts from his brain. Then, with a sigh, he made his way for the refreshments table. Most of the food was gone at this point; only a pitiful amount of Demonus remained. Beel had been through here already, it seemed.

He grabbed a glass and downed it, something he should have done from the beginning. He set the empty glass down and grabbed another as he turned back to the main floor. His eyes quickly found MC and Lucifer in the crowd looking too close for comfort if you asked him.

MC's face winced, their eyes darting around like they were looking for something. "Ah!" Mammon cried out as he dropped his glass. His hand throbbed. It felt like some invisible force was squeezing him, crushing his hand. He held it up, trying to find the cause, when it suddenly stopped. Mammon blinked, turning his hand over and over. Was that glass cursed or something?

Internally shrugging, he looked back up only to see MC now dancing with Solomon of all people! Mammon groaned.

They had finally survived the weekend at the castle, and Mammon was ready to sit his ass in his room with a cup of noodles and play some online poker, something he's been deprived of for too long. Yet, here they were, unloading the car as Satan and Lucifer had to get into another fight. He tuned them out the best he could, just wanting to be done and relax when he heard MC's hesitant voice.

Mammon turned to the conversation, which now looked more like Satan grinning like the Cheshire cat at MC while Lucifer glared daggers into the pair of them. He leaned to Asmo, who, of course, was engrossed in the whole thing.

"Hey, what the hell's going on? What'd I miss?" Asmo rolled his eyes as he adjusted the strap of his bag on his shoulder. His younger brother leaned over, his gaze never leaving the trio just ahead of them.

"Satan asked MC for a pact. Lucifer wasn't keen on the idea." Mammon blinked. Satan? Wanted a pact? That was sudden. He could only guess he did it to piss Lucifer off, which, turns out, was the reasoning. Satan shouted some more, declared he was leaving this house and was moving out before storming through the doors of their home. Lucifer sighed as he grabbed his luggage and headed inside himself. Beel and Levi trailed in not long after. MC stood in the same spot, their gaze lingering at the doors to the HoL.

Mammon heaved his bags up higher on his shoulder and made his way over. They didn't move. With a sigh, he lifted his hand and flicked them in the forehead, earning him a groan and a curse. Mammon snickered.

"That's what ya get for not paying attention, human. C'mon, let's get inside, yeah? I, for one, can't wait to be home." MC hummed, grabbing their own things as they followed along behind him.

Dinner was oddly silent. Satan was absent, which left Lucifer quieter than usual and Asmo fretting over the possibility of him actually leaving. Beel commented that someone should bring him up some food before it got cold. MC pushed the food around on their plate, their mind clearly elsewhere. Mammon watched them from the corner of his eye. Not that he was overly concerned or anything; he just wanted to make sure they were gonna eat or whatever. That's what he told himself, anyway.

Moments later, MC pushed themselves away from the table and deposited their mostly full plate in front of Beel with a smile. Not hungry, they said. Mammon rolled his eyes. They were worried about Satan. The human with a heart too big, of course they'd be concerned about him. He sighed, lifting his glass to his lips. At Least Satan wanted a pact with them, right? So he'll be happy and they'll get that next pact they need. Win-win.

Dinner continued in quiet until a crash was heard from upstairs. Everyone looked up. A few moments passed when Mammon hissed in pain. He looked down at his arm and watched as a patch of blood began to seep through his shirt and run down his arm. Then MC screamed.

Lucifer rushed up the stairs. Mammon heard Asmo, Levi, and Beel talk amongst themselves, worried for MC, confused about what was going on. All Mammon could do was sit and stare at the trails of blood now running down his arm with wide eyes. Nothing had hit him. He'd been perfectly fine until…

Shit.

Mammon stood up and raced out of the room and up the stairs. He pressed down on the sudden wound on his arm with his hand as he made his way towards Satan's bedroom. He heard Lucifer's voice yelling alongside Satan's. Moments later, the trio stepped out, Lucifer looking oddly pleased, Satan looking exasperated, and MC looking dazed. Lucifer walked past Mammon with an uncannily happy smirk on his face. Satan sighed a sigh that sounded more like Lucifer than Mammon would ever mention to his face.

"Mammon, take MC and get them healed up. I need to talk with Satan," Satan said, pinching the bridge of his nose.

What the fuck is happening today? Satan (?) walked past him, following after Lucifer. Mammon blinked.

"They swapped bodies," MC said, holding their arm in a very similar fashion to himself. "Some magic book or something."

"Ah." That's all he could say. Any other day and Mammon would have been on the floor laughing then scheming what he could get away with not long after. Not today, though. Today, a realization hit him that scared him more than Lucifer's punishments ever have, ever could. The thought had crossed his mind before, fleeting thoughts that he shooed out of his head before they could dare take root. But, it seems as though today the universe had different plans in mind. Instead, it took those ideas and forced a fully grown realization into his brain, then hit him with the intensity of a truck.

"C'mon, let's get you patched up, human," he said, pushing that thought to the far recesses of his mind. They were hurt. They needed him now. There wasn't time to dwell on it, on the possibility that they might just be his soulmate.

In hindsight, faking a horror (and somehow dating game?) where everyone but MC and Lucifer disappeared was a terrible way to get them to bond, yet here they were. Mammon and his brothers were all in his room talking as they hid from the pair. The white-haired demon leaned against the wall, his eyes staring at his watch. Sure, he wanted MC and Lucifer to get along. He might even be okay if, after all this, they made a pact. Not that he would ever say that aloud, but he did honestly want Lucifer to see just how great MC was.

"MC?" Mammon snapped his head up at Satan's words, his heart sinking as they walked through the door with a dazed look on their face. "What the hell are ya doing here?" Mammon scrambled, standing up straight as he pointed an accusatory finger at his younger blonde brother. "I thought ya said no one saw you come in here!" Satan grumbled, finger curled against his chin as he thought aloud.

"Well, I was certain no one had, but it seems that wasn't the case." He met MC's eyes with a curious smile. "It seems you're stealthier than I anticipated."

Asmo whined, resting his face in his hands. "So much for our plan. It's ruined now."

"Maybe not," Satan said, moving to MC's side. "Listen, this plan could still work. We were giving you and Lucifer time to yourselves. As long as you act as if you're still clueless about our location, it still works. Just get back out there before he begins to suspect anything!" Satan not so gently pushed MC towards the door.

"W-wait, I-" The door closed behind them before they could usher another word out. Levi sighed from the corner.

"Well, that's one way to do it."

Satan rolled his eyes. "It worked, did it not?"

Mammon let out a light chuckle. He supposed it did. Sure, now they know about it, but hey, that might just work in their favor, right? They can say they checked his room if Lucifer asks, so now they've less of a chance of getting caught! As long as they can keep up the act in front of him. Lucifer was always good at catching on to that sort of thing. A result of him and his brothers' constant games, he figured.

Mammon watched his brothers, taking back his spot against the wall as he played with the rings on his finger. He wasn't sure why, but he felt uneasy. The air felt heavy, like it was moments away from crushing them all. He hadn't felt like this earlier. Was it because MC saw them and figured it all out? Mammon didn't think so. He would have felt it the moment they opened his door, right? Then why did he feel this way?

Whatever it was, he hated it. Hated the way his stomach churned, the way no matter how he fidgeted, he never felt comfortable. With a sigh, he pushed himself up, opting to sit next to Beel on the couch. His younger brother tilted the comically large bag of chips to him. With a smile, Mammon reached in and grabbed a handful, hoping the feeling in his gut would fade.

It didn't.

Mammon watched the clock tick by painfully slow. His body itched, practically screaming at him to move, to do something, until he caved. Mammon lept to his feet with a growl.

"I can't take it any longer. I'm going down there!" His brothers crowded around him, telling him to just wait, that he'd just mess this whole operation up, but he could see the antsiness on their faces shine through. He shoved his hands in his pockets and sauntered out of the room, making sure to keep his footsteps light. Glancing behind him, he could see a fluff of blonde hair followed by orange, purple, and strawberry blonde further behind. Mammon chuckled to himself as the line of demons made their way down the hall to the library where they could just barely make out two familiar voices.

As they were nearing the library, Mammon felt his neck tighten like an invisible force was clamping down on it. He couldn't breathe. Mammon fell to his knees as his hands clawed his neck, feeling nothing but his own skin. His brothers crowded around him, fear in their eyes at the fallen second-born. His vision began to waver, sounds muffled themselves as his body struggled to get any oxygen. He could make out Satan saying something about no magical cause and Levi saying Lucifer sounded angry.

MC.

Their name rang through his head, overriding his own fear. He didn't know why, but somehow, somewhere deep inside him, he knew they were in trouble. Mammon reached out his hand, grabbing someone's - he thinks it was Beel - wrist and coughed out their name. His vision was near black at this point as he watched the figure move away towards the library, followed by another. There was shouting, a crash, and suddenly the force around his throat released. Mammon coughed as he sucked in air like it was gold. His eyes watered, the blood rushing to his head. He bent over, palms flat against the ground as he recovered. His body felt like it was on fire as the oxygen rushed back through him. His body ached, his lungs burned. To top it all off, it felt like he'd just been run over by a truck. Asmo was knelt next to him, his voice slowly reaching his mind.

"What?" Mammon croaked out, his voice raw. Asmo's hand ran along his back, worry swirling in his eyes.

"Lucifer attacked MC."

In a flash, Mammon was on his feet and sprinting to the library as quick as his legs would carry him. Asmo followed behind him as the pair burst through the doors. Mammon felt as if his breath was stolen once more. MC sat on the floor, huddled against the bookshelf, the books scattered all across the floor. Levi and Beel stood in front of them, their arms out and in their demon forms. Satan was kneeling beside MC, his tail flicking across the floor as he tended to their wounds. Lucifer stood across from his brothers, his wings twitching in anger. The dark aura surrounding him was all but visible as he glared at MC through Levi and Beel.

Mammon rushed to MC's side, Satan moving to the side to allow him room. Tears unshed rested in their eyes. Bruises around their neck were beginning to bloom across their skin in the shape of hands, hands he knew well. His own hand snaked up to his neck, fingers grazing the skin underneath. Mammon swallowed, not wanting to give any attention to the thoughts running through his mind. Not now. He couldn't. Not when they're hurting, not when his older brother was moments away from tearing them apart if he could. How could one night go so wrong? What could have happened to lead to this?

"Well, hello there, brothers… I can't tell you how much I missed you."

Mammon froze. That was Belphie's voice. Slowly, he turned his head. There he stood, his youngest brother, a shit-eating grin resting on his face. Lucifer paled, the rage quickly replaced by confusion and fear.

Oh.

Mammon understood. That's how one night could go so wrong.

He hated this.

Mammon and his brothers were currently huddled around the few garden tables, waiting for Barbatos or Diavolo to tell them that MC was back from the past and that everything was fine. Everything had to be okay, right? They promised him it would be, that they'd come back to him. They wouldn't break their promise to their first man, would they?

The white-haired demon sat, leg bouncing at a pace that would make a rabbit ashamed. He glared at his brothers, all of whom seemed to be perfectly fine. Levi was gaming on his phone, as usual. Beel was snacking on the tray of treats Barbatos brought out. Asmo and Satan were conversing as if it was just any other day. The only one who seemed to be worried was Lucifer, and if anyone other than Mammon were to look at him, they'd think he was perfectly fine. Mammon knew better.

Lucifer always loved to put on an air of indifference. It made it easier for those around him, he told Mammon once after a few too many glasses of Demonus. After eons of living with him and learning to read his mood (partly so Mammon knew when to stop pushing his buttons), he'd gotten good at seeing the genuine emotions that lay beneath the surface. Lucifer was sitting, calmly enjoying a cup of tea, but his fingers worked the fabric of his coat roughly, his nails catching on the fibers. His eyes were lowered, finding the grass particularly pleasant to avoid eye contact. Mammon knew he was stressed, that he was worried. And how could he not?

Mammon nudged his chair closer to his older brother, his hands balled up, pushing against his legs as he stared at him. Lucifer stared straight ahead.

"Do you need something, Mammon?" He asked, his voice as neutral as ever. Mammon lifted his hand and rested it against his brother's shoulder, tilting his gaze down.

"They're gonna be fine," he said, his usually loud voice only just above a whisper. Mammon flashed Lucifer a smile, hoping to lift his brother's spirits as well as convince himself what he said was true. Lucifer let out an airy laugh as he turned his head to his younger brother.

"I'm sure they will be. They're too stubborn for their own good to let anything happen to them after all." He lifted the cup of tea and paused, his lips tightening. "Lord Diavolo wouldn't allow harm to befall them, not at the risk of the exchange program." Something told Mammon that Lucifer wasn't entirely convinced that was true.

It felt like hours had passed. Waiting was tedious to start with, but waiting for MC to return was downright torture. Mammon's elbows rested on his knees, hands woven through his hair. He just wanted to know how they were doing. Were they okay? Did they make it to the right part of time? Were they scared? He started to wonder if this was a delayed second punishment for rebelling because it felt like hell.

His chest and arms started aching, not unlike the times when Beel would all but crush him in a hug when they were younger. Mammon stood up and stretched. All this sitting must be making him sore, but the ache soon turned into a groaning pain. His muscles felt like they were being ripped away from each other, his bones beginning to creak under this invisible force as well. Mammon wrapped his arms around himself, pawing at the space around the pain, only to feel nothing. He fell to his knees. It was happening again.

MC.

MC's in danger.

His brothers crowded around him as he cried out in pain. It felt like someone was yanking on his scalp. His skin felt moments away from being broken off the top of his head. Mammon could hear Lucifer's voice laced with concern in front of him. He could feel his brother's gloved hands holding his face, asking him what was going on, but all Mammon could do was scream. Then, his entire body lit up in pain. Every inch of him felt like he was being crushed. He hadn't experienced pain like this since the Fall, and in a way, this was worse. Much worse. He Fell because he fought for what he knew was right, fought for his family, fought for those he loved. Here, though, here was stuck, feeling every ounce of pain that MC was feeling at that moment and he was powerless to help.

It was a notion Mammon didn't want to entertain. He was afraid too. To acknowledge what all those moments meant, what their shared pain meant would force him to confront the feelings he'd struggled to push down. He barely could admit to himself that he cared for the human placed in his care, let alone accept the undeniable fact that they were—

No. Mammon refused. They weren't soulmates. It couldn't be because if it was, then that meant that MC was suffering this and no one could help.

His voice was raw from screaming. He could feel the hands of his brothers, their voices calling out to him, searching for answers amongst themselves. He could hear Asmo mentioning the incident prior where he couldn't breathe. Mammon lifted his hand, grabbing Lucifer's tight in his grasp, his nails digging into his brother's skin. "MC…" he whispered, unable to speak much louder. The pain racked his body. Invisible hands pressed against his neck, pushing, squeezing.

A crack of bone echoed in his ears as the scene in front of him wavered, fading to black. He could hear his brothers crying his name. He could feel tears against his skin. Then, he felt nothing.

Mammon sat next to MC, their hand firmly in his grasp as everyone sat huddled in the living room. Barbatos was pouring cups of freshly brewed tea for the family as Diavolo explained the events that had just occurred. MC's limp body covered in blood flashed through his mind. Their skin, cold, their eyes glassed over, the shine he always sought out, gone.

He gave their hand a squeeze, his fingers inching down over their wrist. He could feel the gentle, steady thump of their pulse just under their skin. It was a feeling he never wanted to forget. Mammon saw them look over, giving him a gentle smile as they squeezed his hand back. They were alive. They were safe. They were here.

The timelines were merged. That's what Barbatos said. The two branches were brought together. The MC that died no longer existed, but their death was still too real for Mammon. Their heritage with Lilith was explained. Mammon would be lying if he said he wasn't excited to hear the news. He was. It meant his little sister got to live out her life, even if they weren't a part of it. She got to be happy and MC was living proof of it. He wanted to smile, to be as jovial as his brothers, but he could barely bring himself to smile.

Belphie reached out to them, curiosity and eagerness written clearly on his face. Before he realized what he was doing, Mammon slapped his brother's hand away, his arms shielding MC from him. His heart was racing; memories flooded his mind that were both his and not his. Flashes of sitting in the castle's garden, pain, his brothers crying above him, his body crushed, his voice raw. Fear. Helplessness. MC.

Mammon jumped to his feet, his hands quivering at his side. He couldn't breathe. It felt like he was underwater, each gasp only further forcing him deeper and deeper. Someone called out his name. He didn't move; he couldn't. He couldn't do anything. The memories played back again, looping, getting clearer and clearer each time.

He had died. He died as Mc died, both by his brother's own hands.

Mammon reached down and grabbed MC, pulling them out of the room that felt like it was shrinking by the minute. He drug them away, up the stairs, away from everyone, away from the memories. He drug them down the hallway and into his room, slamming the door behind them. Mammon's palms pressed flat again the door, his body shaking. MC's hand reached over, their thumb gently wiping away the tears from his eyes. When did he start crying?

"Mammon?" They whispered, voice low like he was a wild animal. The demon laughed. He didn't know why. There was nothing funny, but it was the only thing he could do. Anything else and he'd feel like he'd fall apart right here.

MC slid between him and the door, their hands cradling his face. Mammon stared down at them, taking each and every detail of them in, saving it, memorizing it. He never wanted to forget a single piece about them. Not in a million years. MC's eyes searched him, probably wondering what the hell was going on. He couldn't blame them. If the roles were reversed, he would be too. He'd pout and grumble about stealing The Great Mammon away from everyone, although he'd secretly be happy MC wanted him all to themselves.

"Mammon, what's wrong?" Their voice sounded like heaven, and he would know. They'd barely spoken at all tonight after everything happened, not that he blamed them. He barely said anything himself, but now he never wanted to hear their voice stop. He wanted them to keep talking, to drown out the painful memories that kept flashing themselves in his mind.

His shaky hands moved from the door to their shoulders, pulling the human, the fragile, breakable human, into his arms and held them as if they were made of glass. Mammon rested his head lightly on their shoulder, afraid any more pressure would leave them crumbled in his hands. He felt them wrap their arms around him, pulling him closer, tighter, unafraid, and he cried. Mammon cried, his tears staining their clothes, not caring of how it looked, how he looked. They were here. He was here. They both were alive.

MC held him, their hand rubbing gentle circles on his back, another running their fingers through his hair. They whispered calm and loving things into his ear, never letting the silence of his room take over. They were so strong, this human. They'd faced a terrible death alone, in a house full of demons, and yet they were comforting him. Then a thought crossed his mind.

Did they remember what happened?

Mammon's tears slowly faded, leaving only occasional sniffles in its place as he let out a shaky breath. He lifted his head, his eyes staring down, not meeting their gaze. MC's hands retracted but still kept him close as they rested on his forearms, their thumbs continuing the same soothing pattern their hands had done prior. They didn't speak. The pair stood in the quiet, both gathering themselves until Mammon spoke.

"You died," he said, his voice but a whisper. He wasn't even sure if MC heard him until he saw them nod slowly, with a grim smile.

"I did." Mammon's hands lifted up, capturing MC's, gripping them tight.

"Do you remember it?"

MC stared just past him as if they were watching something unseen. Their eyes glazed over. They swallowed. Mammon felt them squeeze his hands tight.

"I do."

The words felt heavy in the air. Of course, they did. He remembered his own after all; why would they be any different? He had hoped they didn't, that they'd be spared that terrible memory. He wished Barbatos had some way of pushing those memories out of their mind, but it seems that wasn't the case.

Mammon pulled them forward, resting his forehead against their own. His hands stroked MC's own, smiling at how warm they felt. He loved them. How could he not? The universe already decided he would the moment they were both born. He never knew if his father chose this intentionally or if each pair were random, but Mammon supposed it didn't really matter now. MC was here. And as much as he tried to deny it, to ignore it, they were his soulmate. They were cursed to be forever linked to him in body and soul.

"MC," he said, brows furrowed. He had to tell them. They deserved to know, but he was scared. How would they feel, knowing their soulmate was a damn demon of all things? Would they feel angry? Scared? He could handle those. He'd handled them before with others, but what he feared more was that they'd feel guilty. That MC would hate themselves for causing him the same pain they'd gone through. He smiled ruefully. They would feel that way, though, wouldn't they? That's just who they were, too kind and caring for their own good, and he loved them for it.

He paused for a moment, contemplating the option of never telling them. MC could go on living, be with whoever, enjoy a normal life. They would never have to know it was him, after all. But he was greedy. He wanted them to know, to want to have him just as he wanted to have them. And who was he to not give in to his greed?

"MC, I gotta tell ya something important, alright?" MC nodded, their eyes looking up at him eagerly and confused as well. If Mammon didn't know any better, he'd think his stomach had been infiltrated by bats with how jittery he felt. What was the human expression? Butterflies in their gut?

He took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I think we're soulmates." MC blinked, their brows pushing together in confusion. Mammon could see the gears turning in their head, replaying scenes in their mind's eye.

"But," they started, blinking more. "How? What— I died, that means that you'd have to—"

"Die?"

MC nodded. Mammon hummed, biting the inside of his cheek. He looked off to the side with a pained smile.

"The other timeline, the one Barbatos merged or erased or whatever the hell he did, the you that went back was the one that died, right?" MC nodded. "Yeah, well, that you died and so did that me." He heard them gasp moments before being pulled into a tight hug, their arms wrapped around his waist.

"Mammon, I—" Mammon shook his head, nesting his face into the crook of their neck.

"It's fine, I just— I thought you ought to know." Mammon moved his arms around MC's own waist, pinning the two of them together. He could feel their heartbeat against his chest. The steady thump-thump made him smile. "Sorry you got stuck with me." He felt tears on his shoulder. MC sniffled against his shirt.

"Shut up, don't say that," MC gently banged a fist against his chest, making Mammon chuckle. "You— But then with Belphegor…." MC pushed away, their eyes wide as they stared up at him. He could see the tears pooling at the edges, moments from spilling over again. They swallowed. "You would have felt it all, felt—" Mammon simply nodded. "Oh God… Mammon, I don't—"

Mammon laughed. "I doubt my father cares," he said with a smirk. MC looked up at him, fighting the smile on their lips. They shook their head, processing what this all meant. Mammon watched them, watched the expressions flicker across their face and yet he felt oddly calm. It was that same sort of calm one gets staring at a storm rolling in from the safety of their own house. The possible danger seemed far away, out of reach, but deep down, you knew it still posed a threat.

Mammon watched them lick their lips. "My soulmate, huh?" Mammon nodded. They smiled. "Guess that means you're stuck with me." He laughed.

"Guess so." He stared into their eyes, looking for any hint of remorse or disdain, but they were clear. Only happiness rested there. "You alright with that?" MC smiled.

"Definitely." Mammon reached a hand up, cupping their cheek. He tilted their face up as he leaned down. He noticed their eyes flutter close, their breath hitch as they leaned forward, angling their head into his palm. Mammon couldn't help but smile as he pressed his lips to theirs.

Soft. They felt so soft against him. They moved in tandem, dancing in perfect unison with one another as if they'd kissed a thousand times before. For the first time in a long time, Mammon felt genuinely complete. It was as if he could want for nothing but this moment to never end. No gold tasted so sweet as the taste of their lips; no jewels shone so brightly as their eyes as they parted. If he wasn't addicted to their mere presence before, he was now, and there was no way he could ever recover. Not that he wanted to, anyways. He wouldn't trade this feeling for anything in the world. It was priceless. A notion Mammon believed impossible until now. Everything could be bought, for the right amount, but not this. Never this.

MC rested their forehead against his with a contented sigh. "How long have you known?" They asked, their hands playing with the fabric of his shirt. Mammon bit his lip as he blushed.

"You got a paper cut in class that first week you were here. That's when I started to wonder. I didn't really know until Satan got your arm good that one time." MC laughed, the smile on their face genuine. Their laugh only grew as they processed his words. Mammon couldn't help but find himself smiling too.

"You're kidding me? A paper cut?"

Mammon nodded.

"Yeah, it all started with a paper cut."

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[thesecetlesbo]

That time of the month

Pairing: wandanat x fem!reader

Summary: You and Wanda are both on your periods and Nat is forced to go on a mission

Warnings: light swearing

Word count:1.2K

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Periods sucked, everyone knew. It’s especially worse when one of your girlfriends are sync and the other has never experienced the pain before. No one in the relationship enjoys that time of the month. You suffer from really bad cramps which you get a couple before your period, giving you a small warning sign for the week that’s about to happen, rather Wanda has a tendency to lose her appetite and feel sick whenever it does happen, leaving her drained and tired. And there was Nat, now she had never had a period due to the red room but she went full protector mode when you two were taking on women hood face first. She could give you more cuddles than needed, supplied chocolate and had heat packs and blankets on stand by.

The only problem was that she was on a mission at the worst time of the month. Sometimes you guys would get lucky and have the week off but Fury had other plans.

“I’m sorry loves, you know this is out of my control.” Nat said while packing her bag quickly, fury had only given her an hour warning. She fully knew her girlfriends weren’t gonna be the happiest about it.

“We know Tasha, it's just annoying” Wanda sighed already started to feel sick.

“Just please be safe for us” You stood, and moved towards her before wrapping your arms around her. Wanda stood up and wrapped her hands around the front of Nat breathing in her scent.

“I will and you both know that, it's only 3 days.” Wanda and You both looked up in shock.

“Three days!”

“I know, I know it's not the best situation, '' Nat said, holding both her girls tight. “Just take the week easy and hide in the room if you have to.”

“The jet is ready for you Mrs Romanoff” Friday stated. She kissed both of you longing not wanting to leave you.

“I love you both, look after each other”

“We love you too, sweetheart” Wanda said back, rubbing her thumb pad against Nats cheek. Nat picked up her bag before walking to the door, before she could go you walked towards her and gave her a big hug, not wanting her to leave. She leant down and kissed your cheek. Before leaving the door before closing the door.

You walked over to Wanda, tears in your eyes. It didn’t help that you hated when one of you went on a mission alone but it definitely didn’t help you when you were on your period. Wanda held her arms out, you hugged her tight like a kid who just found their teddy bear.

“She’s gonna be fine, y/n” You sniffed into her neck.

“I know”

………………

You woke up tired, you were in wanda's arms, one of her hands in your hair and the other on your lower back. Your arms were wrapped around her torso and waist leaving you head in the nook in her neck. You moved your head up to see the time. 8:30am Thursday. You groaned you both had a team meeting at nine. You felt her shuffle against you. You lifted your head and gave her a few kisses on the cheek.

“Baby we have a team meeting at nine” you whispered softly not wanting to break the air between you too. She pulled you in tighter not wanting to leave the warmth.

“Do we have to go? I already feel sick and I haven’t felt the bed.” She whispered.

“We do but I promise afterwards I'll make us some food and we can watch a movie in bed.” She let go of you.

“Fine but only because you're a good cook and cuddle buddy” You smiled at her. Before getting up to give her a kiss and hoping in the shower.

After you got out Wanda was already dressed in a pair of Nats sweatpants and hoodie, you smiled before going for a pair of leggings and one of Nats oversized shirts.

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The meeting went for longer than it should have, half of the bullshit was just Tony and Steve Banting back and forth about some bullshit you hadn’t been paying attention to as your cramps creeped into your lower back.

“Tony all I’m saying is that it seems like a waste of costs”

“Well Steve your a waste of cost.”

“CAN YOU GUYS PLEASE SHUT THE HELL UP '' You looked up at your girlfriend's voice, everyone fell silent as Wanda walked out of the meeting. Your chair made an awful noise as you stood up, chasing her down the hallway.

“Hey Wanddss.” You said while catching up to her.

“I made a scene didn’t i?”

“No, no. Just don’t be surprised if the boys keep some distance” you held her hand and kissed her knuckles. You both made your way to the kitchen, Wanda sat on her bench opening her phone to message Nat.

-Wanda to Nat- We Miss you <3

-Nat to Wanda- I know and i'll be home before you know it.

Wanda placed her phone down and looked up at you putting some type of pasta on to the stove. She smiled before jumping off the bench and wrapping her arms around you searching for some type of warmth as she watched you stirring the pasta sauce that took you weeks to perfect.

“Can you grab some bowls for us dear” Sure turned to open the cabinet and place the bowls next to the stove as you drained the pasta dividing the pasta into the bowls. And pour the sauce over it. Wanda grabbed two forks and led you back into the bedroom. After she had sat herself on the bed you handed her food and sat next to her. Wanda flicked through Netflix until you both decided on Spirited Away. As the movie played you had both finished your pasta. You knew Wanda was gonna be feeling sick soon and she had started to drift to sleep. You collect the dishes before heading back to the kitchen and placing the bowls in the sink. You picked up some water bottles and went to pick up the medication box but couldn’t quite reach it.

“Need a hand?” You looked to your right to see Nat reaching for the box. Before she could put the box down you tackled her into a hug.

“Your home early?” You said still in the hug.

“Fury decided to call it quits after he found out one of my girls made a scene in a meeting” She hugged you back before placing a kiss on your forehead. “Come on. I want cuddles from both my girls” You lead her to your shared room. You saw Wanda half asleep, you placed the water down next to her head on the nightstand. Nat had already climbed into the bed. Wanda snuggled against the warmth assuming the warmth was you.

“What took you so long y/n” Wanda whispered.

“She got a bit distracted,” Nat whispered back. Only to see wanda's face light up when she saw nat. You had climbed into bed and had started to lay on Nats chest, while Wanda hugged her side. Nats hands went to your head and started to play with your hair while her other hand was drawing circles on wanda's lower back. As the anime played on in the background you fell asleep before hearing a whisper of the words “I love you girls”

#wandanat x reader #wandanat imagine #wandanat x you #natasha romanoff x reader #wanda maximoff x reader #wandanat fluff #marvel fluff #fem!reader

[eliemo]

Call Me When You're Sober

Summary: Remus tells Janus he loves him for the first time. Or at least...Janus thought he had.

TWs: alcohol usage in the beginning and talk about being drunk throughout, misunderstandings, hangovers

Notes: Human au, loosely based on a drawing from @underdog-arts their art is amazing go support their patreon.

Established romantic Demus/Dukeceit and background (very background) Prinxiety

“I’m not going to kiss you.”

Janus frowned, something that could probably be considered a pout with how out of it he was. He chased Remus’s mouth as the other man pulled away, one hand still carded through Janus’s hair.

His frown was definitely closer to a pout judging from the way Remus laughed out loud, eyes softening in a way anybody else rarely got to see, and Janus felt his cheeks flush even further. They’d been tinged with pink since his second drink (Remus hadn’t stopped pointing out the color in his face all night, adorably smitten by it) but at this point there was no way to blame his blush entirely on the alcohol.

“I’m not gonna kiss you, Jan,” Remus repeated, grinning insufferably when Janus slurred an illegible plea. “Not right now.”

“Why?”

“Because you’re drunk,” Remus said, moving his hands from Janus’s hair to keep him steady on the bar stool. “You won’t even remember any of this in the morning.”

“I will,” Janus protested, tongue slow and heavy in his mouth. “I always do.”

“Alright then, party animal.” Remus smirked, standing from the bar stool to drape one of Janus’s arms over his shoulder, helping him stagger to his feet. “Let’s get you home. Pat bought us an Uber.”

“But--”

“You can have a kiss when you’re sober,” Remus said, waving at a blurred shape Janus thought might be Patton. “Ok?”

Janus couldn't even make out his own reply, stumbling and leaning heavily against Remus’s side. He felt weightless, floating through the air, and it took him a moment to realize it was because Remus had picked him up and carried him out of the bar.

It felt like forever since he’d let himself get this drunk at a party before, and even longer since Remus had been the one sober enough to take care of things.

It was...nice. Really nice. Even if what rational thought he had left knew for a fact he would feel like shit tomorrow.

He was vaguely aware of Remus gently putting him in the backseat of a car and carefully following in after him, their hands loosely intertwined.

The driver said something before pulling away from the curb and driving off but Janus couldn’t make anything out, overcome by giddy exhaustion, and focused entirely on Remus.

He snorted when he caught Janus staring, and Janus knew he’d never get Remus to admit to blushing at the attention.

Janus leaned into the touch when Remus carefully framed his face, running his thumbs along his cheekbones, seemingly lost in his own thoughts.

Nobody else got to see Remus like this, thoughtful and loving and gentle. It was rare, but Janus always felt honored in some way. Even if he was so drunk he could barely comprehend it.

Remus suddenly leaned closer to press a gentle kiss to Janus’s forehead, slow and careful, one hand still cupping his jaw. He pulled back, just barely lit up by the passing streetlights, gaze soft as he looked Janus over.

“I love you,” he said for the first time, and Janus’s heart soared. “And I know you won’t remember this tomorrow.”

His face was beginning to ache with how much he was grinning, replaying the words over and over again in his head despite the fog weighing him down. Janus fell into Remus’s chest and shut his eyes to the sound of the car’s engine, trusting Remus to get them home safe.

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Janus unfortunately did remember the night before, blurred and distant as it was, and that last conversation with Remus was the only thing keeping Janus from swearing off alcohol for the rest of his life.

His head was pounding, the light filtering in from the window felt like someone was poking knives in his skull, and every time he tried to sit up every single bone in his body violently protested, stomach lurching dangerously.

But he couldn’t even be annoyed at any of that right now.

Remus had said he loved him for the first time last night, holding his face like the most precious thing in the world, and that was the only thing on Janus’s mind.

He’d known Remus loved him. Or at least, he’d assumed. Remus tended to show love every way except verbal. It had taken some getting used to, insecurities Janus refused to voice always making him doubt that Remus actually felt the same, despite them dating for months and being friends for longer.

But Remus had said it last night. Remus had kissed Janus’s forehead and looked at him with soft fondness and told him he loved him.

He loved Janus.

And he had assumed Janus would be too drunk to remember, which meant he got to mercilessly tease Remus for the rest of the day about it.

Janus forced himself out of bed, noting with a small smile the water bottle that had been left on the bedside table. He could hear some commotion from the other room, probably Remus looking for food in the kitchen.

He sipped at the water, untangled himself from the sheets and slowly stumbled to his dresser to get a change of clothes. As uncomfortable as sleeping in jeans was, he appreciated Remus not changing him into pajamas while he was passed out.

When he felt human enough to leave his bedroom, wrapped up in sweats and a flannel, Janus slipped out of his bedroom and padded down the hall where Remus was sprawled out on Janus’s couch with a half eaten poptart on the coffee table.

“You could have slept in the bed, you know.”

Remus grinned up at him, disheveled and probably a bit sore. “Yeah well, you smelled gross.”

Janus knew Remus would never admit he just hadn’t been sure he was allowed, if Janus would be comfortable with someone sleeping next to him without clear permission.

Remus had a brass sense of humor, he was forward and grossly affectionate in public, but he was always so careful with Janus. There were so many unspoken questions, silent searches for approval, and private check-ins.

“You’re cute,” Janus said, grinning when Remus stuck his tongue out. “Do I get my kiss now?”

Something unreadable flashed in Remus’s eyes, and Janus assumed it was the realization Janus hadn’t been drunk enough to completely forget the night before.

It was gone in an instant, and Remus pushed himself up off the couch to shuffle across the small room, gather Janus in his arms, pull him close and kiss him just like he’d wanted the night before.

Remus pulled away with a wink that made Janus scowl playfully, and made his way to the connected kitchen. “I can’t figure out how to work your coffee maker.”

“If you break anything else in my kitchen I’m killing you.” Remus had managed to break his old toaster when they’d first started dating, and Janus never planned on letting him live it down. “I’ll make you some.”

Remus jumped up on the counter, watching Janus refill the pitcher in the sink and grab the coffee grinds from the counter, eventually distracted by scrolling through his phone while the pot brewed.

“Hey,” Janus called when it was done, smirking when Remus hummed nonchalantly. “Did you tell me you loved me last night?”

Remus jumped and nearly dropped his phone, fumbling for a second before managing to put it down on the counter, hands ridiculously unsteady.

Janus expected the momentary surprise, but he didn’t expect Remus to bark out a panicked laugh and shake his head.

“What? No.” He scoffed, swinging his legs over the side of the counter. “I didn’t say that. Jeez how much did you drink, Jan?”

Oh.

He’d been ready for a bit of embarrassed denial, some teasing and flirting that had become normal between them. Last night had made Janus stupidly happy- happier than he remembered being in months- but Remus had jumped straight to denying it, like it was the most ridiculous thing in the entire world.

He suddenly felt cold, and a little bit like someone had shoved him to the floor. He quickly averted his gaze so Remus wouldn’t see how much that had hurt.

“Right,” he said, sliding Remus his mug of coffee. “Yeah, duh. Sorry. I was...super out of it.”

“It’s cool.”

Janus didn’t know what he was supposed to say now. There was a lump growing in his throat, something a little more crushing than simple disappointment weighing down on his chest.

“I’m...gonna make some food,” he said after a few seconds of unnatural silence. “We still have those frozen waffles, you want any?��

“Sure.”

Remus was being abnormally curt and dismissive, and Janus could practically see him searching for an excuse to escape the tense atmosphere that had never existed between them before.

“I, uh, have a change of clothes in my bag,” Remus said, waving a hand at the hallway. “I’m gonna go get dressed.”

Janus nodded, not trusting himself to speak as he went to rummage through the freezer to hopefully distract himself with making breakfast once Remus disappeared.

This wasn’t a big deal. He could blame his suddenly blurry vision on the hangover.

He’d...really thought he remembered last night. He could still feel Remus’s hands in his hair and that stupidly sweet smile on his lips when he refused to kiss him when he was drunk.

He remembered the pink blush on his nose when he’d said those three words, quiet like they were in their own little world that night. The scene had been replaying over and over in his head until he fell asleep, and had picked right back up when Janus had woken up.

It had felt so real. He’d thought...he’d thought it was real. He thought he’d finally be able to say it freely without worrying about moving too fast for Remus.

It was possible it could have all been a dream, but...

But Remus had answered so quickly. He’d been so adamant about how he hadn’t told Janus he loved him. Like he would never even consider doing such a thing.

Which...which was fine. Janus wasn’t going to hold Remus’s feelings against him, and he certainly wasn’t going to make a big deal about it.

He’d just been mistaken assuming he and Remus wanted the same kind of relationship. Janus loved Remus and Remus...didn’t. Janus wasn’t entirely sure what he wanted, but he’d made his feelings on the matter pretty clear today.

Janus had just been too blind to realize it after months of spending nearly every waking moment together.

That was fine. It was a stupid misunderstanding. Janus wasn’t going to cry like a heartbroken idiot just because Remus didn’t love him back.

He hissed out a curse under his breath when almost immediately there were tears slipping down his cheeks, and Janus pressed a hand firmly to his mouth to muffle the sobs that tried to escape.

He was so stupid. It wasn’t like this was the first time this had happened, Janus figured he would have been able to see the signs by now. People just didn’t want him like that.

He’d just...really thought Remus was different.

He didn’t think he would ever laugh off the idea of loving Janus.

Janus wrapped his free arm around himself, swaying slightly in the middle of the kitchen as he stared blankly at the toaster, trying and failing to get himself to suck it up and stop crying.

He was being ridiculous- shaking with the force of trying to hold back his sobbing, blinded by endless tears gathering in his eyes and flowing down his cheeks- and he needed to get a hold of himself before-

“Woah, what the fuck?”

Janus jumped, refusing to look at Remus standing in the hallway as he quickly tried to wipe his tears away with the palms of his hands. “Do you want syrup?”

He heard Remus move closer and kept his head down, staring resolutely at the kitchen tiles until he could see socked feet step into the room.

He still didn’t touch Janus, still so focused on his comfort (was any of it even for Janus’s comfort? Maybe Remus just hadn’t wanted to touch him this whole time) but he moved as close as he dared and lowered his voice.

“Why are you crying?”

“I’m not crying,” Janus said automatically, choking on another hiccuping sob. “I just...have a headache. Stupid hangover.”

“Oh.” Remus hesitated, and Janus could feel him staring. “Did you take an ibuprofen? I can get you a couple from the bathroom. And like...gatorade. You still have some, right?”

Janus nodded and took a shaky breath, hating the way the tears still wouldn’t stop falling. “Yeah. In the fridge.”

“Good,” Remus said, and Janus still couldn’t bring himself to look him in the eyes. “I don’t want you hurting.”

“I’m fine. Just drank too much.”

“You were pretty drunk.”

“I don’t remember last night at all,” Janus said, more bitter than was probably necessary. “Clearly.”

It was enough to give Remus pause, plunging the kitchen into heavy silence. Janus crossed his arms and risked a glance up when he awkwardly cleared his throat. “Uh, yeah. Anyways, gatorade—”

“I can get it.”

“No, I got it,” Remus said, and Janus watched warily as he pulled out a chair from the table. “Sit down.”

Janus hunched his shoulders, tears still sliding down his jaw just as fast as before, but he did as Remus said and shakily made his way over to the table, lowering himself carefully until he could curl up in his chair.

Remus returned almost immediately with a bottle of blue gatorade from the fridge and two painkillers from the bathroom medicine cabinet. He handed them over silently, standing awkwardly by the table while Janus took them.

Janus did his best, carefully swallowing the pills and sipping the gatorade with shaky hands. But he couldn’t get himself to stop crying, or even slow his tears, wracked with seemingly never ending sobs no matter how hard he tried to get a hold of himself. Remus standing there just made it so much worse.

He saw Remus crouch down to Janus’s level, breaths only coming out more frantic when Remus frowned and moved to hold Janus’s face in his hands.

“C’mon,” Remus said softly, brushing Janus’s cheeks with his thumbs. “What’re you crying for?”

Janus couldn’t answer. Remus sounded so gentle and adoring and it only made him cry harder, choking on a pathetic whimper as he squeezed his eyes shut.

“Hey, hey, you’re ok.” Remus kept wiping Janus’s tears, his touch light and grounding. “It’s just me, Jan. You can tell me.”

Janus shook his head, weakly clutching at Remus’s sleeves. “N-no, I’m just...I’m being an idiot. Go get your waffles.”

Remus didn’t move, and Janus could practically feel him staring. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m being stupid,” Janus insisted, because he was. He knew he was. “I sw-swear I just...you don’t want to deal with this right now.”

“I’ll be fine, Jan. Tell me what happened.”

Remus kept brushing his tears away, warm and gentle, and Janus couldn’t catch his breath. Maybe there was a way he could fix this, get Remus to change his mind, or at least understand how he’d misread everything so horribly.

Janus finally managed to take a shaky breath, loosening his hold on Remus’s arms. “Did...did I do something wrong?”

“Wh- no?” Remus frowned, straightening a little to try and look Janus in the eyes. “You didn’t do anything.”

“You just,” Janus hesitated, wondering if it would be easier if he just gave up and dropped it. “You answered really fast when I asked about last night.”

Realization dawned on Remus’s face, and Janus’s heart dropped when he suddenly looked uncomfortable. “Oh.”

“I get it,” Janus said quickly, because now Remus was the one refusing to meet his gaze. “I do, it’s fine. I just...didn’t know if I had done something, or—”

He cut himself off when Remus suddenly pulled back, taking his comforting warmth with him, leaving Janus feeling frigid and empty.

He curled in on himself, wondering if at this point it would be a better idea just to kick Remus out of his apartment so they could start over and pretend none of this ever happened.

“It’s not...you- you didn’t...” Remus was stumbling over his own words, shuffling uncomfortably where he stood, and each attempt to explain only crushed Janus further. “It isn’t—”

“Yeah, no I get it,” Janus snapped, any venom overshadowed by the misery in his tone. He was hurt and tired and he just wanted to go back to bed. “It’s fine, Remus.”

“No, I’m—”

“I said I get it! It’s ok, I...I shouldn’t even have asked.”

“I lied.” Remus wasn’t looking at him, his back turned to Janus as he pulled and fiddled with his chain necklace. “Sorry.”

“Oh.” Janus...suddenly wasn’t sure what to say. “That you...loved me? Or that you didn’t say it.”

“That I didn’t say it,” Remus confessed, and Janus’s tears started to slow. “I, uh...I did. I said it.”

Janus didn’t move, terrified that he might somehow break the illusion and Remus would turn around laughing again, waving off any silly ideas of love or commitment.

“Did you mean it?” he asked carefully, hating how shaky his voice was. “If you were drunk we can just drop it.”

“I wasn’t drunk,” Remus said. He sighed, running a hand over his face, still turned away. “Yeah, I...I meant it.”

“Oh.” Janus expected to feel relieved, but now Remus was shaking too, and he still wouldn’t turn around, and Janus just felt scared and numb. “Why did you—”

“Because I wasn’t ready,” Remus blurted. “I don’t...I don’t know if I’m ready, and I don’t know if you...I didn’t think you would remember. It’s...it’s a huge jump, Jan. And usually I’m all for being impulsive, you know that, but you just...this is different. You deserve better than that.”

Janus wiped once more at his eyes, but something had loosened a bit in his chest at Remus’s words, the other man still tense and refusing to look up from the floor.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly, rubbing his sleeve over his face until his eyes burned. “I shouldn’t have pushed, I just thought...something else.”

“What?” Remus finally turned to face him, but his confusion only lasted a moment before his eyes widened. “Oh, fuck I didn’t even...I didn’t think about your feelings. Shit, I’m- I’m so sorry, I didn’t—”

“No, Remus it’s fine—”

“I wasn’t thinking,” Remus pressed, running a shaky hand through his hair. “I’m sorry.”

“I jumped to conclusions,” Janus said, trying to sound casual despite how his face was stained with tears and it felt like he’d just been punched in the chest. “It’s ok.”

Remus nodded, though he still seemed a little frantic. “We can just...ignore this. If you want to.”

Janus wasn’t sure how he felt about that solution, but he wasn’t going to push Remus out of his comfort zone any more than he already had today. “Is that what you want to do?”

“I don’t want to make you...uncomfortable,” Remus said slowly, and he smirked at the irony of his own words. “Not with this, anyway. Feelings are fucking gross and dumb and I know you don’t want any part of that, and I’m really sorry.”

“What?” Janus sat up a little straighter, wondering how he’d managed to find someone just as stupid as he was. “No, Remus—”

“I understand!” Remus kept going, barrelling over whatever Janus had been about to say. “Like, obviously I understand. I’m awful but I’m not gonna—”

“God, you’re such a dumbass.” Janus scrubbed a hand over his face, smiling into his palm. “I was upset because I thought you didn’t love me.”

Remus froze, staring with wide eyes like Janus had just said spoken in a foreign language. “Oh.”

“You answered so fast when I asked you,” Janus explained. “I thought I did something to fuck this up. Or that I’d just...misunderstood your intentions.”

“You didn’t,” Remus said. “I was- you know. Just scared.”

Janus nodded, forcing himself to take a deep breath and look Remus in the eyes. “I know. I...I know. I love you.”

Remus’s head snapped up. “You do?”

Janus actually laughed outright at the shock on Remus’s face, like a child that had just been told he was getting his first puppy. “Yeah. Fuck, yeah of course I do, Remus.”

“For real?” Remus asked, even as a huge grin began to take over his face. “Like no joke? You’re not fucking with me?”

“Well, I did think it was obvious,” Janus said, and he couldn’t help but match Remus’s smile. “I love you, you idiot.”

“Me? Shit, Jan, you need higher standards, dude.”

“Don’t call me dude.” Janus took another sip of his gatorade to hide his obvious smile. “I literally just confessed to you.”

“You confessed to having horrible taste.”

“I love you,” Janus said again, because Remus was blushing and he was absolutely using this to his advantage. “Obviously. I’m sitting here crying at ten in the morning because I thought you didn’t.”

Remus had the decency to look embarrassed, another thing almost no one besides Janus got to see. “You could have been crying because you were hungover.”

“No. I was heartbroken, dumbass.”

Remus made a face like he’d tasted something sour. “That’s gross.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Janus scoffed, capping and pushing away his drink. “You said you loved me first.”

“Gross, don’t bring it up,” Remus said, and Janus smirked as he pushed himself to his feet. “I sound like a sap.”

Janus laughed, moving to wrap his arms around his boyfriend’s (Boyfriend? They’d have to talk about that one later) waist and rest his head in the crook of Remus’s neck. “You told me you loved me. While I was drunk.”

“You cannot tell anyone.”

Janus scoffed, having no intention of honoring that wish. “Why not?”

“Because,” Remus said. “It makes me sound gross and gay.”

“You’ve always been gross and gay.” Janus pulled back, just enough to grin at him. “Besides, you’ve been teasing Roman about Virgil for months.”

“He deserves it,” Remus declared. “He needs to get over himself.”

“At least he doesn’t confess to people while they’re drunk and then lie about it the next day.”

Remus’s blush deepened and Janus finally relented. He leaned forward to press a kiss to the corner of Remus’s lips- which quickly turned into something deeper when Remus moved to capture the rest of his mouth and pull him closer.

He only pulled away when he realized he'd started crying again, the relief that Remus loved him, that he hadn’t been wrong, that he wasn’t losing what they had, hitting all at once.

Janus shuddered and struggled to catch his breath, his breathing coming out in quick gasps again, and he clung onto Remus’s shirt like a lifeline.

“Oh, shit.” Remus’s eyes went wide in panic, and Janus found himself laughing around the tears. “Sorry, I didn’t—”

“You’re ok,” Janus assured him, leaning forward again to rest his head on Remus’s shoulder. Remus didn’t hesitate before wrapping his arms around him. “I just...really thought I was losing you.”

“You’re not. I’m still here.”

“I know,” Janus said. He was overwhelmed and exhausted and he’d never been awake this long with a hangover. “The ibuprofen didn’t help either.”

Remus had one hand carding through his hair, the other cupping his jaw as he pressed a kiss to Janus’s forehead. Just like he had last night when he’d told Janus he loved him.

When he’d told Janus he loved him and meant it.

“We should get you back to bed,” Remus said, every bit as adoring as he’d been when Janus was too drunk to stand. “How about I bring you your waffles and we can put on a movie?”

“You’re going to get crumbs in my bed again.”

“No I’m not.” Janus didn’t even get a chance to protest further before Remus had his arms around his waist, hoisting him into the air and over his shoulder. “And you’re too hungover to stop me.”

Janus couldn’t argue with that, relaxing into Remus’s hold as he carried him down the hall and back into the dimly lit bedroom, the darkness already soothing his pounding head.

Remus set him down on the bed, kissed him again for good measure, and returned a moment later with the waffles Janus had left in the toaster. He put the plate on the nightstand beside the half empty water bottle, and settled in beside Janus.

He didn’t even pay attention to Remus’s laptop opening, or the waffle that was offered to him. Janus just wrapped his arms around Remus and rested his head on his chest.

“You’ll stay with me?” Janus asked, already drifting off to the smell of waffles and the clicking of Remus’s keyboard.

“I never planned on leaving,” Remus said, muffled from where he’d pressed his nose into Janus’s hair. “And I’ll still be here when you wake up.”

Janus muttered something even he couldn’t make out, letting his eyes slip shut, breaths steadying in sync to Remus’s own.

It wasn’t until a few minutes later, when he must have thought Janus was already asleep, that Remus began running his fingers through Janus’s hair again, leaning forward to press one last kiss to his temple.

“I love you too,” he said, barely above a whisper. “I love you, Janus.”

Janus smiled, content with letting Remus believe he’d fallen asleep before he could hear the words. Just this once.

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Patch Notes

Update 07/20/2021

PC: 1.77.131.1030 / Mac: 1.77.131.1230

Console: Version 1.44

Hello Simmers!

Hope you are well wherever you are in the world and that you are all having a fantastic Summer of Sims! We are excited to share today’s update with you. There is a lot of info, so make sure you have your tea/coffee/beverage of choice ready to read on. You all know I have my coffee ready for this!

As we continue to get ready to explore the countryside charm of Henford-on-Bagley and cannot absolutely wait to play with the adorable animals in Cottage Living, we also have updates and fixes that should improve and complement your Sims’ everyday life. We have something for everyone and we hope that you all enjoy them. Thank you for all your feedback and support.

Cheers!

-SimGuruRusskii ft. SimGuruRomeo and SimGuruJoAnna

What’s New?

Let’s start with some items that we shared in our last Sims 411! For this update, we partnered with two talented artists from the LGBTQ+ community, Ashley Lukashepsky, and Mohammed Iman Fayaz, and they have brought their inspiring and beautiful artwork into the game. We have also included the modernized version of the large afro hairstyle that we showed you. But more than tell you about it in text, let me actually attach a screenshot of everything put together:

I love everything about this scene, not only it shows you how the artwork looks in a real game setting, but the whole scene with the two Sims and their surroundings is quite magical. Also, look at that hair! The way the light highlights it, perfection! You may also notice the hair of the Sim on the right, which was also added with this update for everyone. I want to personally thank all Simmers for their feedback and recommendations, as we are continuously working on adding more diverse hairstyles and textures to not only packs, but also to our base game.

Now that we are talking about artwork, the last patch notes I forgot to add the artwork made by the wonderful Jupiter Stevens-Hill. I apologize for that, I totally blanked out. However, I’m happy to see that a lot of you are enjoying it and placing it in your Lots! That makes a very happy Russkii =)

To find Jupiter, Ashley, and Mohammed’s paintings in Build Mode, make sure you take a look at the Paintings and Posters sort and filter by Base Game items. These artists are amazing and we hope you enjoy their creations.

Now, without further ado, let’s get to some new features and improvements that are part of this update!

A little bit of Gallery

When you download a lot made with the bb.moveobjects cheat, the game now notifies you about this so you know to activate the cheat before placing the lot. Builders, this means you won't need to mention it in the lot’s description anymore!

A little for Sims

Trying to find the Sims in the current neighborhood? Select their portraits in the Relationship Panel.

"Focus the Camera" moves the camera to the Sim.

"Lock the Camera" moves the camera to the Sim and keeps following them.

Where did the Notebook go?

Found it! The Notebook has moved out of the Phone and into its own button for quicker access.

The "Center on Current Lot" button that used to be there has moved to the top right, adjacent to the Camera Controls.

Water Tool

You now can make natural, organic bodies of water! Just head into Build Mode, make a hole with the Terrain Manipulation tool, and fill it with water. It is that easy! The Terrain Manipulation and Paint Tools also have more brush sizes to enable finer detail.

In adding the Water Tool, we also took the chance to overhaul the related tools and object categories. Why not? Enjoy!

Pond Effects

All sorts of critters are available to complete the look of your pond ranging from ducks and swans to pesky mosquitoes. There is even an alligator!

New Pond Objects

Outdoor Water Décor now has an assortment of new Pond Objects to decorate the perfect pond. Some of these objects such as the Bog Log and Colorful Lily Pads have interactions on them in Live Mode to activate Turtle and Frog effects. The new Fishing Allowed Sign enables you to stock your pond with any fish your Sims have previously caught. Try it out!

New Water Styles

Go beyond the original crystal blue and dreamy magenta water. Additional options range from “Mossy Water” to “Pond Scum” to complete that au natural look.

The Shrubs category includes new plants to complement the water styles: "Green Fern", "Leaning Not-Grass Grass", "Not-Grass Grass Sans Inflorescence."

Gardening with Children

Children now can help out in the garden by planting, watering, and weeding. They build their Mental skill as they garden. The process of purchasing and planting seeds is streamlined as well to make gardening more enjoyable for everyone.

Group Cooking

Cooking no longer is a solo affair. Sims now can cook in groups of up to five Sims including children. Start cooking together by selecting a fridge, stove, or any empty countertop.

Zoomers Food Delivery Service

Are your Sims getting tired of the same old pizza delivery every night? Well, gone are the days of redundant pizza nights. Maybe you are in the mood for pasta primavera or even a fancy steak dinner. All this and more are available courtesy of Zoomer Food Delivery. Order delivery through the phone or the refrigerator and the food will arrive in a jif.

Calendar

The calendar, previously available only with Seasons, now is available with Base Game to see upcoming events such as birthdays, school and work schedules, festivals, and fairs. You even can use it to book events, so it’s time to get to party planning!

Bug Fixes

Consoles

In Snowy Escape, skiing, sledding, and snowboarding on Bunny Slopes now contribute to the Extreme Sports Enthusiast Aspiration.

Also in Snowy Escape, Sims with high enough Skiing and Snowboarding skills now can enjoy the more advanced slopes. Sims also use the Lift to go to the top of the slopes and not go “the hard way.”

Simmers can now rotate Sims downloaded from the Gallery in Create a Sim. Spin them ‘round, ‘round, Simmers ‘round, ‘round -  like a record ‘round, ‘round, ‘round, ‘round.

The Sims 4

We made some improvements that should help our Simulation lag, particularly on the usage of some computer interactions like playing BlicBlock, along with fishing interactions, which should make the game perform a bit better. Note that this doesn’t entirely fix simulation lag but it should help and it is a step in a good direction.

Fixed an issue in which placing Mirrors directly opposite Doors would create a visual glitch in which walls and borders would disappear around them and well it was quite spooky to be honest, glad we solved that one!

Ever wish your food didn’t expire? I know I do, especially when it comes to traveling and coming back to see a fridge in pristine condition, that is a dream… but alas, it is not meant to be in life or in Sims. Fixed an issue in which traveling didn’t let food expire.

Sims stuck sleeping and couldn’t cancel that interaction? Not a product of a sci-fi film as I thought, but I can say that we have fixed this issue, well I hope.

You want to know how to not make my day, have my coffee brew endlessly but without giving me the coffee! Luckily the issue in-game about the Brew Coffee interaction being stuck has been fixed. Wasn’t it odd? Wait… Sleep and Brew Coffee were stuck in a mysterious loop? SUS.

If your Child Sims suddenly interrupted their computer sessions to draw on the activity table when Inspired, worry not, this should not happen after this update.

Fixed an issue that caused the “Items Removed” pop-up to appear when no items were removed from the game.

Fixed an issue in which setting Lots on Slipshod Mesquite would sometimes generate a crash of the game for some Simmers. The Lot couldn’t handle that much flavor.

Some blush and lipstick opacity sliders are back as they were greyed out.

Step-Parent/Child relationships are no longer missing in the Genealogy Panel. Similarly, other cases of broken families in the Genealogy Panel have been fixed as well. It is all about reconnecting or connecting with what is important.

Platforms will no longer raise in height automatically when creating new walls to intersect part of them.

We also fixed an issue in which if you placed platforms in basement levels and a staircase from the floor to the platforms, it would create this gap or hole in front of the stairs and Sims were not able to route correctly. You know, I have played many platformers in my lifetime, but do you imagine Sims trying to jump those gaps? I mean, I am called JumpFail for a reason… glad we fixed this one!

World view Lots that had some off-centered border have been adjusted.

Toddlers will no longer gain negative Sentiments against their parents randomly, especially the Festering Grudge Sentiment. I should not be laughing at this issue as I type it, I should not…<giggles>

We got word that the camera was malfunctioning and bouncing uncontrollably in some Lots across multiple Worlds. We fixed an issue that caused this, but let us know if there are new instances.

Sometimes Ghosts can be part of our Households if we choose to, however, it is really hard to live with Ghosts that constantly break things, it makes it a bit… unlivable. So our expert team of Simghostologists has communicated with these Ghosts in the non-physical realm and they have agreed to not break everything all the time.

Fixed an issue related to flooring glitches while placing the dance floor or crystal clear flooring.

Went through all the trouble in hiring a Nanny only to have your Toddler get sent to Daycare? More than a schedule conflict I imagine having the Nanny show up and there is no Toddler so what does the Nanny do in this case? Do they leave? Do they stay and wait? I must know… However, This should no longer be an issue.

Fixed an issue where using ‘{}’ (curly brackets)  in renaming objects would make these invisible in lists or UI in general.

Fixed an issue in the Likes and Dislikes section in Create a Sim that had some categories displayed incorrectly (either cut off, or words broken apart in new lines incorrectly) for some languages.

There was a clipping issue with the eye preset ymAsian13_Eyes that occurred when Sims were in extreme emotion, like Angry, and blinked. We adjusted this preset so this should not occur.

Toddlers can be picky eaters, but Toddlers not eating any fish recipe? That is suspicious, so we had a chat with the little angels and we have found a way to help them enjoy the complex flavors of our fish recipes.

Our UI team has fixed an issue in which a scrollbar appeared in the Sentiment section in the Relationship Panel when there were no sentiments. The mysterious scrollbar was mysterious. Similarly, they have also fixed an issue in which if multiple Sims gained sentiments together their thought bubbles look quite not right with the incorrect colors, so now they should look proper.

The Likes and Dislikes icon in Create a Sim will no longer overlap its text. It looked weird, honestly.

Droids (if you own Journey to Batuu) and Drones (if you own Get Famous) clipping into all kinds of objects in Build Mode? We saw that too, so there should be a fix for that in this game update. I mean this went beyond just crashing into things…

The option “Join After School Activity” will no longer be available if Simmers don’t have Seasons or Get Famous packs installed.

Sims in deviant paths now can properly reach the Level 4 of the Criminal Career.

Now, this is one that made my day, Cowplants are now able to dance again when Sims play music in front of them. Dance Cowplant, Dance!

Fixed an issue in which relationship points gained by friendly introductions were more than usual if Simmers didn’t have Snowy Escape installed.

We adjusted the color swatches for the S. Cargeaux Counter Island so that when it gets dirty, the counter doesn’t completely change colors. Dirty Counter - who dis?

Fixed an issue where the Scared Emotion UI was displaying a broken pose for Toddlers. The pose was kinda more scary than what the Toddler had been scared of, so glad that is done.

Outfits worn while Purchased and Worn in Festivals/Kiosks/Stalls should no longer remove accessories that were in place for the Sim.

Error code 134:571e5862 that occurred to some Simmers should be fixed now.

We fixed a few hairstyles (yfHair_EP05WavyBob, yfHair_EP01PartedFlat, yfHair_EP05UnderCutDreads, yfHair_EP01ShortSwept, and yfHair_DreamyCrew) that when used with the recently added color options would create splotches in the eyes, change the color of teeth, and/or change the eyelashes color.

As always the Localization team and this author have fixed and improved text across all packs and updates.

Get to Work

Aliens can now enjoy their custom Blush options in Create a Sim. Lewks out of this world!

Retail employees will now appropriately change into their assigned outfits. Listen, I grew up wearing uniforms for school, I get it, sometimes they are not the prettiest… but you have to wear them if you have to go to that establishment. I know the pain too well… but my sense of style grew from that… I think.

We made a fix to some of the swatches from the Barely Better Digital Camera that were missing a description for the item, so now all the swatches will display the text in all its glory.

Get Together

Some of these Sims are not like the others, some of these Sims just don’t belong. Can you tell which are not like the others by the time I finish writing these notes?

Fixed an issue in which some of the rooftops in Winderburg were not displaying Snow (if you own Seasons) correctly.

Fixed an issue where Sims didn’t sometimes change into their Club outfits when a Club Gathering was being held.

City Living

The Scattered Panes window in Build Mode now displays appropriate shadows in all options.

Sims enrolled in the Social Media career will now gain influence at the end of their stream instead of every few Sim-minutes.

Two hairstyles (ymHair_EP03BunHighPins and ymHair_EP03BraidedFlateBun) have been updated to reflect the correct look when choosing the Neutral Black color option.

Your Sims want to shoot some Basketball Close Shots, but they are trying to eat first? Well, now your Sims can finish eating before trying those hoops. Nutrition is important!

Cats and Dogs

We fixed an issue in which whiskers were not being seen applied to Cats. A Cat without whiskers is like Peanut butter without Jelly… or something like that! Just wrong!

Robot Vacuums should all now return to their docks accordingly. I hope this issue was not a sign that they were becoming sentient.

Sims will no longer get a Moodlet referring to the death of their Pet when witnessing the death of another Sim. The loss of a Sim is heartbreaking, but also getting a Moodlet for the death of their Pet when the Pet has not died, that is cold Grimmy, very cold.

Speaking of Robot Vacuums becoming sentient a few lines above, we fixed an issue that made the game crash when Cats would sit on the Robot Vacuum. CatonRobot.exe is now working.

We fixed an issue in which some Simmers experienced a crash with their last played Household loading into Brindleton Bay.

Seasons

Sims were changing into their cold-weather gear… while not in cold weather? We had some conversations with Sims and even though they love their winter outfits, dressing up in full winter gear in the summer was probably not the wisest choice. So the issue in which Sims randomly would change into their winter outfits while not in winter is solved.

Egg Hunts are adorable and fun! But not being able to have the furniture reset after looking for Eggs in them, can be quite the rain on Sims’ parade. But this should no longer occur.

Island Living

Mermaids will no longer keep the “Dried Scales” Moodlet when they are hydrated. Mermaids’ skincare regimen pays off! Moisturize, moisturize, moisturize!

Fixed an issue in which Lots that are placed in the sand looked quite odd displaying all edges of the Lot when it rained.

Sims that have the Collector Aspiration Trait are now able to catch Frogs in Sulani as part of their adventures exploring the island waterfall. Good Luck!

We fixed an issue in which some Simmers experienced game crashes when loading into certain lots in Mua Pe’lam. Happy Exploring!

Discover University

Sims having a hard time in Uni? No matter what they do they keep failing classes? Worry not, Sims will no longer fail classes when meeting all the criteria for course completion. Work hard, pass your classes hard!

Having Roommates can be hard. Have your Sims had Roommates complain constantly and leave even when their needs are met? Yeah, we made it so that Roommates don’t do this any longer.

Fixed an issue in which beds were counted incorrectly when placing an ad for Roommates. I mean, as much as Pets and even Toddlers can live with Roommates, the ad should be truthful to how many beds there are actually in the Lot, not count Toddlers and Pets as needing adult-sized beds.

We fixed Servo animations so that they don’t look like they are walking on one leg when hovering to their destination. Now they will hover properly.

We fixed an issue in which in some instances Professors could not go to work when a Professor NPC is added into that same Household.

Fixed an issue in which removing and adding back Household members as Roommates would create some… inappropriate moments, ahem.

Eco Lifestyle

Evergreen Harbor’s peace has been restored: roads and parts of neighborhoods no longer disappear or turn blue when businesses open in Port Promise while the Modern Development N.A.P is active.

yfBody_EP09DressShirt no longer has a weird texture in some of the footwear from various packs, especially platform shoes and chunky sneakers.

Had you moved to Cypress Terrace in Willow Creek and found you couldn’t really do anything there? We fixed the routing failures and interaction failures on the Mitey-Mitey Home - Insect Farm.

Snowy Escape

Mountain Climbing can be challenging, even for those experienced. But having indecisive moments before a climbing route like getting off and on your bike constantly seems that a lot of doubt is passing your mind… However, we did speak to these Sims that were experiencing this behavior and calmed their fears and doubts, so this should no longer be an issue.

The hairstyle yfHair_EP10BobBluntOmbre now covers all of the Sim’s ears.

For Simmers who own Seasons together with Snowy Escape, rain options no longer affect snow.

Sims no longer have the option to give a respectful or military introduction during activities such as Dancing or Bike Riding. I mean, I’m not sure about you, but I can’t dance and respectfully introduce myself at the same time. So many falls… so many falls.

We made some corrections to the Slippers that came with this pack and they should no longer display a greenish texture on Sims’ toes when selected in Create a Sim. Yikes.

Fixed an issue in which for some Simmers playing with the Yoshida Hall Household would generate a game crash when loading into Mt. Komorebi.

We took a look at our Ramen menu and have updated our cooking menu to label Miso and Egg Ramen as Vegetarian safe options. Buen Provecho!

Want to run a Restaurant in Yukimatsu but also want to enjoy the slopes? Now your Sims can enjoy the slopes and dine in style. However, this action is only directed, and will not be autonomous. In the same vein, Restaurant employees will not be tempted to leave work to enjoy the slopes.

Journey to Batuu

Batuu is an awesome destination for those who want to enjoy something fun and different, but if you bought a Droid from the Droid Depot and never saw it in your inventory, I know how frustrating it can be. Never fear, the Droids you were looking for will appear now in Inventories when purchased.

In Journey to Batuu, the First Order ID no longer disappears from inventory so Sims now can Access First Order Plans for the Top Notch Trickery Mission.

Fixed an issue with the Leveling the Playing Field Mission in which the Scoundrel Informant would not appear on the scene after Sims stole the Prototype Blaster and went to Oga’s Cantina to wait for the informant.

Dine Out

Eggs and Toast sound super basic and easy right? They will continue to be that way for our unassuming Chefs on the Chef Station since we fixed an issue that made them… challenging. Sims can also use the second burner for other recipes without fail or routing out.

StrangerVille

The Decorations and Kid's categories in Build Mode should no longer have a "New" highlight when there's nothing actually new.

Dream Home Decorator

Lighting can change the ambiance of a room, and your mood in a flash. Luckily we have fixed an issue that lighting was not even on sectional sofas to continue to set the right mood for our Sims.

Our stylists fixed the Sleep ‘N’ Study Styled Room to remove the P.R.I.M.A Computer from it as this is not an item that is accessible for everyone, pardon our dust.

Laundry Day

Fixed an issue where an animation clipped when Sims were loading their laundry machines. Because having your clothes go through you is awkward, are Sims made of fabric? I don’t think so.

Bust the Dust

Don’t need Simoleons, don’t need Fame. Don’t need dinner to have this date. It’s strong and it’s sudden and it’s cruel sometimes but it might just end your night… the power of Dust, that’s the power of Dust.

Our cleaning agents have determined that Sims won’t get romantic negative Moodlets related to filthy levels of dust in public places like parks.

#s4cc #s4 patch notes

[solarwonux]

Needy || Joshua Hong 

fratboy!joshua x f!reader

w.c: 3.5k

warnings: angst a little, smut, car sex, unprotected sex, dirty talking, friends with benefits to lovers, breeding kink if you squint, fluff

note: Happy Birthday Joshua hehe. I hope you guys like this one let me know :)

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You awake?

The bright light of your phone made you squint as you read over Joshua’s text, a suppressed yawn falling out of your mouth.

I am now.

You sat up on your bed, blinking rapidly trying to regain your vision while attempting to read the time. Three in the morning. You sighed, the cold air conditioning hitting your naked arms making you shiver.

Joshua rarely texted you, if it wasn’t to meet his needs. Sexual and all. And in turn you did the same. It was part of the arrangement the two of you had concocted one Friday night over a half-finished research project, a few drinks and a one-night stand.

It worked.

That was until your feelings for him grew into something more than sexual. You wanted him—no you needed him in every way possible. You wished he would cave into you instead of keeping you at arm’s length. Scared of how his frat brothers would view him if they were to ever find out he was fucking around with a girl in his Women in Literature class. He ignored you. Acted as if you didn’t exist, flirted with other people in front of you, jabbing knives into your heart repeatedly. It hurt you, but you always had to remind yourself that your feeling’s weren’t part of the deal.

You hated him and yourself for letting him treat you in such a disgusting way. For feeling desperate and insecure enough to let him use you in every possible. Until, he showed up at your doorstep with a lustful glint sparkling behind his soft eyes. And you’d fall on your knees worshipping the ground he walked on as if he were Aphrodite’s son.

Every time he came and left you swore that it would be the last time, knowing very well you were lying to yourself. Your feelings for him haunted you, they stayed at the back of your mind as you tried everything in your power to keep them locked away in a wooden box.

Joshua Hong was addicting.

An addiction you never wanted to recover from not matter how much it hurt you. He was like sweet poison running through your veins and you’d bust your lip on the venom he dispensed over and over again in order to keep him close. Your need to feel his body close to you was far greater than your unwanted feelings and another failed love affair.

Let’s go for a drive.

Joshua tapped his fingers on his steering wheel. The chill driving playlist he had put on sounding through his car speakers, while he waited for you outside of your apartment. His impatience getting the best of him, contemplating on whether he should honk his horn or not. But seeing at it was nearing four in the morning he decided against it.

He sighed and rested his head against his window. He was exhausted, but every time he would close his eyes to welcome sleep, his thoughts would start up again. He hated thinking because every time he thought his doubts would seep in. They surrounded his entire body and made him want to scream out into the void. He was frustrated that he had feelings for someone. Feelings that were so strong that occasionally would threaten to break the surface. He wanted to confess but he couldn’t bring himself to confess because he was scared that they would see him for who he was.

A coward who was too scared to admit he was in love because he feared it.

“You’re gonna open the door for me or leave me stranded out here?” Joshua jumped, your forehead pressed up against the glass of his car window. He could tell you were tired, the bags underneath your eyes were prominent, and your face was flushed and little bloated. He felt bad for waking you up, but he needed to see you. He needed to feel your calming presence by his side because despite the relationship the two of you had. You were the only person that could make him feel at ease.

He unlocked his car door, watching you yank it open and get it. “What’s up?” You grabbed his jacket from the floor and put it on top of you as if it were a blanket. It was useless but it kept the cold air at bay.

“Nothing, put on your seatbelt.” He took his car of park and backed out of your driveway. You rolled your eyes reaching over for the seat belt and put it on. “Something’s wrong but you don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to.” You shrugged leaning back in his passenger seat and rested your head against the black leather.

“Just couldn’t sleep.”

“Reasonable.” You yawned, bringing the jacket up to your neck. “You can go to sleep if you want, I just didn’t want to be alone.” Joshua retreated his hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh giving it a squeeze. You gazed over at him, taking him in just like you did whenever the two of you were together. The dark blue of his bangs tickling his eyelashes keeping his eyes hidden from yours.

Joshua tightened his grip on his steering wheel, his thumb caressing the outside of your clothed thigh. He knew you could tell something was bothering and he wanted to tell you, to open up and finally let you in. To give you a free pass to break his heart. To let you walk all over him while he succumbed to your touch, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t let you see what he kept hidden inside because he couldn’t lose you. At least not yet.

“Don’t do that you’re going to draw blood.” Your thumb ran over his chin, tapping on his bottom lip that he had been chewing on since he started driving. He smiled and placed a gentle kiss against the pad of your thumb. Your body felt hot and you retrieved your hand, hiding it again with his jacket. He moved his hand from your thigh and put it back on his steering wheel. The heat of his touch going missing making you feel cold again.

You yawned; your eyes felt heavy. The soft melodies that played from his car radio getting louder than before and you only assumed that was Joshua’s way of silently telling you to stop talking. You turned your eyes away from him settling on the view of the open road. The stillness of the early morning heightening your feelings for him or maybe it was the lack of sleep. Either way you found yourself wishing you had never fallen for him.

“F-Fuck,” Joshua gasped running his length over your wet slit. “You’re always so wet for me.” He mumbled pressing his head against your clit making you shudder against him. The cool air of the ocean breeze hitting your needy bodies making the two of you more desperate than before.

You knew that when you agreed to go on this drive with Joshua, he would end up driving to the spot on the beach the two of you frequently visited on sleepless nights. You knew he would ask you to help him remove the sunrider roof then sweet talk you into accompanying him to the bed of his Jeep. Where he had a plethora of blankets set up, creating a makeshift bed, claiming he wanted to watch the sunrise with you. And you knew you’d end up underneath him begging for him to give you what you wanted. What you needed.

Tonight, was no different.

Joshua had lured you into his love shack with his charming looks and soft smile. He had let sinful words escape his lips. A knowing look etched on his face, while he watched you wither next to him, untouched. He had worked you up slowly, kissed your neck gently instead of marking you up like he usually did. He had taken your clothes off showered your body with kisses, lingering on the parts of your body you hated the most, showing them love. Showing you, he was present with you and in tune with your body.

The soft waves crashing against the beach shore were forgotten, along with the rising sun against the horizon and the morning dew film that had started to stick on to your flushed-out bodies. Nothing else in the world mattered but the pressure you felt in between your legs and your delicious heat wrapping around him, engulfing him in until he bottomed out. His head falling into the crock of your neck, whispering sweet nothings against it while he started to fuck you slowly.

“Y-You feel so good, so w-warm.” Joshua kissed you, feverishly, swallowing your moans. His soft lips whimpering against yours. “I want to be inside you forever.” His hips moving against yours slowly, making sure you could feel all of him inside you. His hands found your back and pushed you against him, chests heaving against one another’s. You arched your back, gripping the blankets underneath you. Your moans bouncing off the windows of his cars, mixing with the sound of ocean waves.

This was a sight you were all too familiar with. A sight that played in your head whenever the two of you were apart. A sight you craved for constantly wondering when he would call you up again to use you for his selfish needs. This sight however felt and was different. He had taken his time, showed you that he knew how your body worked. Joshua had prioritized your pleasure over his and it sent warning flares through your body, because it felt like a goodbye.

“I want you to cum with me.” Joshua grunted his hand snaking in between your bodies searching for the little bud of pleasure. His thumb hoovering over it, the suspense had you withering, begging for him to touch you the only way he knew how. You whimpered feeling the ghost of his touch, your fingers tweaking at your nipple, sending a rush of pleasure through your body. “J-Joshua, mmm, I-I need to cum.” You pressed your chest into you hands, watching as his face contorted into pure bliss, his thrusts getting sloppier, his thumb finally connecting with your clit and rubbing slow figure eight, constrasting the speed of his thrusts. You gasped raising your hips rocking against his hips and hand, feeling the sweet coil start to build up.

“Go on angel, cum around my cock. Let me feel you.” He groaned finding your free hand and interlocking your fingers with his. You clenched around him. Your orgasm getting nearer, until it wasn’t. Until Joshua evilly slowed down his thrusts, pressing his thumb forcefully onto your clit, sending a jolt through your body. “J-Joshua please.” You choked out digging your finger nails into the back of his hand. He smirked pulling himself out of you fully, the head of his cock teasing your entrance.

“Gonna let me cum in you baby, fill you up until it’s spilling out of you.”

“F-Fuck, yes Joshua…whatever just fuck me.” You said the desperation lingering in your voice. Joshua hummed in response before ramming himself into you a broken whine falling from your lips. His thumb on your clit again, your body convulsing with pleasure as you felt yourself come undone around him. Choked out moans leaving your lips as he continued to thrust himself into you, helping you ride out your orgasm while chasing your high.

Joshua panted wrapping your leg around his waist, the head of his cock pressing into the soft velvety spot making you cry out. “J-Joshua t-too much.”

“It’s okay baby I got you…always.” He leaned his body over you, his warm chest resting against your flushed one. He brought his free hand moving the falling strands of hair away from your face. His eyes boring into yours, whispering silent praises until he finally spilled his seed inside you, filling you up to the brim. He hid his head into your neck biting down, your heat continuing to clench around him, milking him out.

The remnants of your orgasms overwhelming the two of you. Pants echoing against the roar of the ocean waves, your chests rising against one another’s while you tried to recover from your highs.

Joshua raised his head, a satisfied smile playing against his lips. “Thought this was just a drive.” You said moving his sweaty bangs away from his eyes. He shook his head chuckling, sitting back on his knees pulling himself out of you. “You should know by now that I can’t hold back when it comes to you,” His hands holding your legs open as he watched his cum fall out of you, a pleased groan slipping past his bruised lips.

“So sexy.” His palm landing against your thigh making you yelp out in pain. “You’re such a guy Joshua.” You rolled your eyes trying to close your legs, fighting against his grip. He reached behind finding the t-shirt he had been wearing and cleaned you up. His grip faltering once he was finished. You sat up on your elbows watching him clean himself up. The sun had now started to fully rise casting a golden hue against his body, accentuating all the parts he hated but you loved about him. You felt your heart tense up, a simple reminder of your unrequited feelings for him. You let out a frustrated sigh falling on your back, taking in the bright hues of the morning sun.

Joshua moved and laid down next to you, wrapping an arm around your waist resting his chin against your shoulder. “You alright?” Worry lingering in the back of his voice and you wanted to push him away but keep him close at the same time.

“I’m all sweaty and sticky.” You lied, protruding your bottom lip out and turned to face him. He smirked pulling you closer to his body, wrapping your thigh around his hip. His growing length toying against your swollen folds. “We have an ocean right in front of us.” He whispered his lips finding your neck making you sigh. “Let’s use it to our advantage.” Joshua smirked against the shell of your collar bones. The ringing in your ear from your last orgasm still lingered, but you found yourself needing him once again.

“What if a morning jogger walks by?” You pressed your chest closer to his, his lips nipping on your skin. His hands moving down to your ass and kneading it, the growing beads of his precum falling onto the skin of your mound.

“Then we’ll give them a show.” He bit down, a whimper running past your lips. And you found yourself hating the effect he had on you for the third time that morning. But just like you needed him he also needed you and that terrified him beyond belief.

Joshua wrapped a towel around your wet naked body and placed a kiss against your forehead, lingering there for a few seconds before pulling away. “How are you feeling?” His index finger ran down the side of your cheek taking the water droplets that had fallen from your hair with it. The morning sun had finally finished rising, waking up all life on Earth reminding the two of you that soon it wouldn’t be just the two of you anymore.

Joshua’s heart hadn’t stopped palpitating since you got into his car that morning. His stomach erupted into butterflies whenever he had held you close throughout the immoral escapades the two of you had engaged in all morning. He never wanted to let you go and now as he looked down into your glittering eyes with the heat of the golden sun rays hitting your sensitive bodies, he found that he couldn’t picture a life without you in it. You were a light in a world filled with darkness, where his demons would get the best of him.

When he was with you, he felt like he could let himself go and stop hiding behind an unrealistic image he thought he needed to keep up. An image that had girls and boys at his feet until he got what he wanted. He had used this to his advantage and for the most part it worked, until he met you.

To him you were a free spirit, who found comfort in the stillness of the night underneath the glimmering stars. You never took no for an answer and despite your insecurities–ones he wished he could make disappear forever, you always confidently kept your head held high. From the moment his eyes landed on you a spark of electricity erupted inside of him, warning sirens sounding at loud volumes in his head because from that moment on he knew he was fucked. You had ignited a fire inside of him, one he never wanted to blow out. And even though he wasn’t sure if your feelings for him held the same weight as the ones he had for you. He didn’t care because if anyone was going to break his heart, he was glad it would be you.

“Joshua Hong are you there?” You waved a hand in front of his face. His eyes blinking rapidly as he saw the ghost of images appear in his line of sight due to looking into the sunlight for longer than usual. “Sorry, what did you say again?” He grabbed a pair of khaki pants from the gym bag he kept in the back of his car.

“I asked if you wanted me to be honest with you?” You joked sitting down on the bed of his car, holding the towel tightly against your body. You watched as he stumbled back and forth while trying to put on his pants, a low laugh escaping your lips. No matter what it was Joshua always had a habit of making things harder for himself. An observation you had discovered early on in your friendship and somehow you found it incredibly endearing.

“Always…I always want you to be honest with me.” He smiled leaving his pants unbuttoned then reaching over to grab a colorful button-down shirt, eyeing you closely as he slipped it on. “I’m sleepy, hungry and a little sore.” You crossed your legs, a cool breeze blowing making you shiver slightly.

“If that’s the case then I have a proposition for you?” He smirked closing the gap between the two of you and wrapped his arms around your waist. “Get dressed, I’ll buy you breakfast at the diner by your place and then we can sleep for the rest of the day.” Joshua leaned his face forward and placed a chaste kiss against your cheek. He pulled away, retreating his hands from your body, watching smugly as the heat rushed through your body.

“Wait…together, sleep all day together. Like you and me at my place on my bed…sleeping?” You moved your head to the side raising a curious brow. “Mhm, I mean I could just drop you off and go home, but it’d rather be with you. I can sleep on the couch if it makes you uncomfortable.” He shrugged leaving the last three buttons of his shirt undone, his toned chest peeking through and if you weren’t so sore, tired and confused you would’ve initiated a fourth round.

“No, it’s fine you’ve been in my bed in more ways than one it’s just that you’ve never wanted to do anything other than have sex.” You removed your towel and reached over to grab your t-shirt that had been hanging off the headrest Joshua’s eyes following your every movement, taking in your glowing body, proudly eyeing the marks he had made on you before they disappeared underneath your shirt.

“I have another proposition for you then.” He stuffed his shaking hands in the pocket of his jeans, keeping them away from your line of sight. His nerves getting the best off him and his doubts came crashing down like a wave, making him overthink once again, until he felt your hands against your cheeks. “You’re filled with a lot of propositions, today aren’t you?” Your smile shinning brighter than the sun, making his heart skip a few beats.

He swallowed thickly basking in your afterglow taking his hands out of his pockets. “Be my girlfriend?” He whispered your eyes growing wide and your breath sped up. You blinked rapidly trying to determine whether you were dreaming or not. But the hopeful look behind his soft eyes brought you back down to Earth and you let out a nervous laugh. A pout forming on his face, his hands settling against your waist, while you hid your face in his chest laughing.

“This isn’t funny I’m dead serious.”

“I’m it’s just I’ve only dreamt about this, never expected it to come true.” You whispered your hold on him getting tired and you felt his body shake with low laughter. “Glad to know I’m not the only one who had fantasized this.” He spoke his arms snaking around your body, burying his face into your hair taking in the salty smell of the ocean.

“Yes.” You mumbled after minutes of silence. “I’ll happily be your girlfriend.”

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[15-dogs]

fostered love |l.a.|

pairing: luke alvez x fem!reader

summary: luke keeps running into you and your dog on his running route but keeps getting interrupted before he can ask you out (fluff, pining and garcia being an amazing friend!!)

warnings: very light swearing

guide: (Y/N) = your name

word count: 3.2K

a/n: asjdk this is my first criminal minds fic so it’s my first luke fic!! i hope you all like it!! 

***

“Come on, girl!” Luke shouted behind him, sparing a look at Roxy. She barked back at him in approval, seemingly understanding his words as she bolted past him, winding through the woods ahead. 

Luke chuckled as he attempted to catch up but his body was sore from the miles he had just run, causing him to be a little slower than usual. Luke heard Roxy bark from ahead but instead of waiting for his call back, another bark responded to her. Luke slowed, his mind racing as he questioned who else was on the path with him. He tried to silence the profiler in his head which made him more cautious than usual and tried to rationalize the appearance of another dog. Roxy and the other dog barked back and forth, allowing him to use their calls to locate her.

Just as Luke approached the sight, he heard hurried footsteps running out from the opposite of the woods. He stopped just before the clearing where the two dogs sniffed one another, observing the scene.

“Tommy? Tommy!” you cried, panic seeping into your tone. “Oh, my God! There you are! Don’t run...are you lost, sweetie?”

Luke frowned and stepped in to find you with your hand on the unfamiliar dog’s collar, the other petting Roxy. “Excuse me,” he interrupted, causing you to jump, “that’s my dog, Roxy.”

“Holy shit,” you gasped, clutching at your shirt. Roxy ran up to you, sniffing you with concerned whimpers. Luke fought back a smile at your surprise and took a few steps towards you, Roxy joining his side a moment later.

“I didn’t mean to scare you, ma’am. I’m sorry.” You could tell he was trying his very best to stay professional but the smirk on his face was anything but. You eventually gave in, exhaling a quiet laugh to yourself as you stood up.

“No worries. I didn’t expect anyone out here. Just shocked me, is all.”

Silence fell over the small clearing you two stood in, save for the tired pants of your dogs. Tommy, although a large dog, still acted like a puppy, circling around before tucking behind you, only peeking out from behind your legs every few seconds to see if Roxy and Luke were still there.

“What kind of dog is that?” Luke finally asked, breaking the silence. “Retriever?”

You shook your head and stepped to the side to reveal Tommy in all his shy glory. “No, a mutt. Tommy’s supposed to be part retriever, though. Surprised you picked it out.”

You looked up at Luke with a smile and he suddenly forgot what he wanted to say next. He supposed in all the commotion he hadn’t gotten a good look at your face but now that he did he couldn’t look away. There was something encapsulating about it, something drawing him in and he wasn’t mad about it. He couldn’t be. Not when someone as beautiful as you was smiling at him.

He was no sooner snapped out of his daze when his phone buzzed. He was going to be late for work if he didn’t leave soon. He cursed under his breath as he fumbled for an excuse. You raised your brows with a chuckle as he floundered.

“Late for work?” you supplied.

“Y-...yeah.”

“I get it. We’re gonna be late for work, too,” you said, looking over at Tommy. “Nice meeting you!”

Roxy barked as Luke waved you off, seeing you and Tommy disappear towards the trail. As soon as you were gone, Luke huffed, shaking his head in an attempt to get his mind in order. It had been a long time since he felt like that, but the feeling was undeniably attraction. Roxy nudged his hand and whimpered quietly as if she were scolding him about letting you go.

“Don’t give me that look,” he sighed, “let’s go.”

***

For the next few weeks, Luke hadn’t seen you. He supposed work got in the way with the travelling and all but when he was home, he still couldn’t seem to find you. The thought of you was distracting, to say the least. The second he’d let himself rest, it was always you he’d think of. How you just appeared from the woods, mysterious but easily read; if only he’d looked a moment longer, maybe he would have understood you.

So when you appeared out of the woods a second time four weeks later, Luke thought he was imagining it. You were sitting on a rock, watching as Tommy ran around a clearing with sticks far too large for him to carry in his mouth. You clapped your hands together while you laughed giddily, enthralled by the adorable dog in front of you. You only looked over towards the trail when you heard a bark and the snap of a branch, finding Luke and Roxy staring at you two.

“Hey!” you cried. “It’s you! I haven’t seen you in forever! Where have you been?”

Although seemingly indistinguishable from the adrenaline pumping through him, Luke could feel his heart beat a little faster as you acknowledged his absence. He walked up to you with Roxy in tow, the latter finding a new friend to play tug-of-war with. You slid over to the side, patting the rock so he could sit next to you.

“Ah, I don’t think you want me next to you. I just ran 5 miles and-”

“Was that supposed to impress me?” you accused. The corners of your lips twitched upwards, trying to hide your smile away.

Luke smirked. “Did it?”

You snorted. “I’m not afraid of a little sweat. Sit down.”

He nodded and slowly lowered himself into the spot next to you, groaning as he relaxed his body. As he stretched, he looked over your clothing. You wore jeans and a t-shirt. Strange attire for a place that was home to hikers and joggers.

“Where did you go for a month?” you questioned.

“Work held me up but I was still around here every now and then for my morning run with Roxy.”

You peeled your eyes away from the playing dogs, grinning at the way Tommy was coming out of his shell with Roxy. “You come here every morning to run? This place?”

“Just about.”

“God, you’re not one of those serial killers that kidnap hikers or something, are you?” You couldn’t help but giggle at your own comment, especially when Luke donned that disarming smile.

“I’m actually in the market of catching those guys.”

You squinted, looking his form over. “FBI?”

“On the first try? What are you, CIA?”

Your head tipped back with raucous laughter and Luke’s breath caught in his throat for a moment. The image of you laughing filled his head and he wondered if he could make you laugh again.

“So where were you?”

You sighed, rubbing your hands on your pants. “I’ve been trying to take Tommy to dog parks instead of on these hiking trails so he can, you know, get used to being around other dogs. He gets a little anxious when there are other dogs around but he seems to have taken a liking to...what’s her name?”

“Roxy.”

At the sound of her name, Roxy perked up and padded over to her owner, nuzzling her head against his shins. Luke chuckled, rubbing her head as he praised her. Tommy joined her a moment later, jumping up onto you and slobbering all over your face.

“Tommy!” you squealed through giggles. “Down, babes, down!”

“So you take him to these trails, then what? Because you don’t look dressed for a run.”

“Good eye. I just like to have these open areas for him to run around off-leash. He was a herding dog so he’s used to running around in fields and I didn’t want to take that away from him.” You leaned down, petting Tommy’s head as you donned a high pitched, motherly tone and said, “Isn’t that right, boy?”

“Used to be?”

“Yeah, I took Tommy in from a high kill shelter. He was really sick and nobody would help him so they just got rid of him, I suppose. And then he ended up hopping from kennel to kennel until I found him.”

Luke stared at you, hanging on to your every words. You were so incredibly kind, so caring— it showed in the way you spoke about Tommy.

“That’s incredible,” he muttered, drawing your attention upwards. You sucked in a sharp breath, realizing how close you were to him. “I’m Luke, by the way.”

“(Y/N).”

Just as Luke was about to ask for your number and get over his stupid fears, his phone rang. It was Emily. They had a case. You waited expectantly for him to get off the phone, only for him to mouth an apology to you and walk off with Roxy by his side.

***

The case went by quicker than the team expected and Luke was back to his old routine in no time. He was on a morning run once again when Roxy ran ahead to the clearing you usually sat at, barking at what had to be you. But instead of hearing that deep bark back, two identical yaps returned Roxy’s call. Luke sped up, wondering who could be there instead of you. However, when he pulled into the clearing, it actually was you. You just had two tiny chihuahuas instead of Tommy.

“Hey, Luke! How was your case?”

“It was...quick.” Luke frowned. “Where’s Tommy?”

“Oh, he got adopted.” You looked down at your hands where you fiddled with your fingers, clearly upset about the whole ordeal. Luke, however, had no idea what was going on.

“Did you say adopted?”

“Yeah.” Your eyes widened and a chuckle escaped your lips. “I never told you what I do, did I?” Luke shook his head. “I’m a coordinator for a foster dog nonprofit. I rescue dogs like Tommy from dangerous situations like high kill shelters or neglectful owners. These are my two new pups, Tank and Ginger.”

Luke snorted, pointing at the chihuahuas that were running up to you two. “Are you saying one of those guys’ names is Tank?”

You picked up the larger, blonde dog, cradling him to your chest like a newborn. “I did! This is him. They come with the names. I don’t pick them.”

Luke nodded with a hum of understanding, admiring the way you held such a small dog with care. He only looked away when he felt something jump in his lap, finding the other chihuahua craving the attention her brother was getting.

“And you must be Ginger. You’re tiny!”

You barked with laughter and Luke felt his heart race a little faster. “God, she really does look little in your arms!”

“Yeah? She’s adorable.”

Luke marveled at the small dog for a moment. He normally didn’t like small dogs— he thought they were closer to cats than dogs— but seeing the way you scooted closer and smiled so wide he thought you might combust, he realized he could get used to small dogs for your sake.

“So why exactly are you taking these two out here?” he asked.

“Housetraining. They really hate the outdoors for some strange reason. Plus I thought I’d give them some quality forest time before I move.”

Luke jolted upright, his head whipping around towards you. “You’re moving?”

“Soon, yeah. I’m just waiting for the deal to close on the apartment I’m buying. I mean, don’t get me wrong, there’s plenty of space for the dogs to walk around but there’s no place like this in Salisbury.”

“Salisbury?” he repeated weakly. 

His mind flooded with the realization that if he didn’t ask you out now, he might not ever see you again. He was so caught up in his thoughts he didn’t even realize you stood up, attaching leashes to the vests Tank and Ginger wore as you picked up a phone call. You turned to Luke, your brows knit together with an apologetic smile as you scurried back to the trail.

So much for that plan.

***

When Luke arrived at the office that morning, everyone could sense he was off. One by one, members of the team approached him to check in but he assured them it was nothing he couldn’t handle. He rejected almost everyone’s help until he was coming up from lunch in the elevator with Garcia, her groaning at his behavior.

“Listen, okay?” she began, biting back a smile. “I know that there’s something wrong, Newbie, and I feel morally obligated to ask but does that in no way mean we’re bonding right now.”

Luke couldn’t help but exhale a quiet laugh at her. And for some strange reason, he felt compelled to tell her the truth. “I met this girl, (Y/N), on my runs with Roxy. She’s moving away but I really like her, you know? We’ve run into a each other a few times and she’s just...I don’t know…”

“Why didn’t you ask for her number?”

“Just never got around to it. It’s either I’m getting called back here or she’s getting called back to her work.”

Then, as good ideas often do, Garcia has a sudden and unexplainable epiphany. She discreetly pulled out her phone and clicked the record button before slipping it back in her dress pocket. “Where does she work?”

“Some foster dog non-profit. She’s their coordinator.” Luke shook his head and recalled the shirt you wore the second time he ran into you. “She wore a bright red shirt with a black paw print on the upper left. It had the name on it but I can’t remember what it was.”

Garcia nodded. “And what did she look like?”

Luke rattled off a description, not forgetting to mention how your smile could make anyone light up, or how your eyes were something he could stare into all day long and never get bored. Garcia knew Luke was never one for mushy things but she had to admit all that talk had her heart melting a bit at how open he was about you.

The ding of the elevator cut Luke off and Garcia skirted away from him to her office, leaving Luke wondering what had her in such a rush. Perhaps he said too much, but to Garcia, he had said just enough.

***

Luke revisited the spot for about another week, hoping he would find you there again. He didn’t have to be a genius to know you had moved. So, with all his hope abandoned and his feelings being pushed to the side, Luke went into work. However, the second he stepped through the elevator doors, Garcia pounced on him.

“Follow me,” she demanded. Luke looked around suspiciously as Garcia walked away, waving at him to follow.

“What are-”

“No questions, Newbie.”

The walk was silent the rest of the way to her office, leaving Luke in a limbo of thoughts, automatically assuming the worst. Garcia slipped into her chair and entered her password, revealing an array of social media pages.

“What am I looking at?” he asked, leaning over her.

Garcia clicked on a photo depicting about 5 women wearing bright red shirts, all of which were holding dogs. “Do you recognize any of these women?”

Luke leaned in closer and sucked in a sharp breath when he saw a familiar figure holding two chihuahuas with a wide smile. “That’s her! That’s (Y/N)!”

Garcia squealed with joy as she clicked through to another page. “This is your girl’s nonprofit, Fur-Ever Home K9 Rescue. She’s hosting an adoption event at the GW Law Quad today from 9:00-2:00. You can catch her on your lunch break.”

Luke spewed endless praise to the tech analyst, her soaking up every word. From that moment on, Luke was focused on the clock. The second it struck 12:00, he was out the door. He couldn’t miss another chance to see you, he’d waited too long already.

He hopped into his car and sped to the university without a doubt in his mind about what he was going to ask you. He pulled onto the street in front of the quad, his eyes catching on the tents set up around the grassy area. Students and families paced from tent to tent, giving dogs treats and attention. Volunteers in the same bright red shirts followed the attendees with a clipboard, marking down their interest in a certain dog or two.

Luke took a sobering breath, realizing he’d never been so nervous as he approached the pop-up table at the front of the quad. He reiterated the plan to ask you out in his head and was so distracted by his thoughts he didn’t even think to look at who was manning the booth.

“Hi! How can I-...Luke? What are you doing here?”

Luke’s attention was drawn up, seeing you standing behind the table with a clipboard and pen. He let out a breathy chuckle at the sight of you. God, you even looked amazing covered in sweat and dog hair.

He was so flustered by how impossibly beautiful you looked, he abandoned his plan entirely. Instead, words he never thought he’d say began spilling out of his mouth. “I’m adopting another dog!”

“You are?” you gasped, nearly jumping for joy. “I’m so happy you’re adopting from us! Oh, and Roxy’s gonna have a new friend to play with!”

You began to lead him towards the dogs, rattling on about them when Luke stopped you. He couldn’t lie to you. “Look,” he began, heart pounding, “I’m not actually adopting another dog.”

You faltered in your steps. “You’re not? Then, I’m sorry, why are you here?”

Luke flexed his hands to relieve his anxieties. “Listen, (Y/N), I like you a lot. You’re...you’re funny, and smart, and beautiful, and you have this big heart that I admire so much. I want to ask you out on a date. If you haven’t had lunch I was wondering…?”

“Oh. Well, I just had my lunch break, so…”

It didn’t take a profiler to know what you meant. Luke nodded, accepting the rejection and fighting the sinking feeling of disappointment in his stomach. “Alright, well, it was nice seeing you-”

“But if you’re free after work, maybe we can go to dinner?” you hurriedly added. “And I can also take a shower and stop smelling like wet dog?”

Luke froze before stuttering out replies. “Yeah, perfect, absolutely. Tonight, sure.”

You snorted before running up to him, rifling through your pants pockets to find your card. You flipped it over, writing your personal number on the back and slipping it into his front pocket, patting his chest. You hesitated in moving away, staring into his eyes before pressing a quick kiss to his cheek.

“Call me,” you whispered before walking backwards towards your event. A smile grew on your face as you shouted, “And find a dog-friendly restaurant for tonight! Roxy is expected to be in attendance!”

Luke dipped his head in quiet laughter, waving you off to return to your event. You stole one last glance at him and smiled before stalking off towards some volunteers. And as Luke watched you hop from family to family, he realized nothing could beat the incredible feeling that filled his body. You were well worth the wait.

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[inadaydream99]

Safe

A/N - Hey! This is just something I’ve been slowly working on for a while now. I thought I’d post this while I’m working on requests and also because I think I’m finally happy enough with how it’s turned out ☺️

It’s amazing how something you usually find so causal and comforting now suddenly puts you on edge. Never before had you felt so uncomfortable being so close in proximity to your best friend Juyeon. The way his arm is linked through yours, his fingers drawing delicate swirls along your forearm as you sit closely together in the dark room, the only light coming from the tv.

Subtle skin-ship is something that Juyeon has done since you’ve know him, a mindless habit he has that, although you’ve never bought up with him, makes you feel safe.

Except for right now. And it’s all Younghoon and Chanhee’s fault.

If they hadn’t teased you about your feelings for Juyeon, or so they adamantly believe, you never would have thought so deeply about every little ounce of contact or interaction between you and your best friend. To put it plainly, you’re insecure because of their opinions.

It’s evident you feel tense, the hairs on your arms raised as goosebumps appear in the wake of the patterns he draws. You’re hyperaware of Juyeon’s fingers as they softly trail along your skin but you’re sure he’s none the wiser to your reaction. From your peripheral vision you can see his wide eyes focused onto the movie playing out on the tv in front of you. You, however, couldn’t care less what was going on, the characters so dull and one dimensional and the plot was so confusing that you didn’t want to even try to keep up with it.

You gasp when out of the blue the scene takes a turn for the more romantic, shifting awkwardly and clearing your throat as you shuffle away from Juyeon a little. You were definitely not expecting for the two main characters to suddenly begin ripping each others clothes off in the animalistic fashion they are; growls and gritted teeth chewing away at the other in an attempt to have an interesting twist on the classic passionate love scene.

You shyly gaze to look at Juyeon, his hands now calmly placed in his lap, having drawn away from you when you’d moved. He’s still fixated on the screen, his expression unreadable and his lips etched in a firm line. You can tell he’s suppressing the awkwardness he feels, judging from the way he gulps. Not that that provides you with any more comfort as you flicker your gaze briefly back to the tv to see that it’s only getting more and more intense.

“I-” you begin, your face growing hot as the moans from the tv begin at the exact same time you decide to speak. “I’m going to get another drink.” You squeak, head bowed low as you hurriedly stand from the sofa and rush away into the safety of the kitchen.

For the first time Juyeon’s focus isn’t on the tv, instead his gaze follows you as you get away. He had no idea the movie he’d chosen to watch had a scene of such nature and the fact that it had so clearly made you uncomfortable worried him.

Closing the fridge and frantically opening the can of soda, you quickly chug as much as you can to calm your nerves. You know you’ve made it too obvious now, Juyeon’s bound to have realised how affected you are and yet, you are really hoping he hasn’t.

Why did you have to let Younghoon and Chanhee get into your head like this! It’s not like they know how you or Juyeon feel about each other. You can think of plenty of friends that have loads of skin-ship, theirs being one of them. And you refuse to admit that Juyeon could feel anything for you that isn’t platonic, so where’s the issue with being close?

“Are you ok (Y/N)?” You jump out of your dizzying thoughts, standing bolt upright as your shocked eyes land on Juyeon’s concerned gaze.

“I’m fine, really.” You meekly smile, “That scene just caught me off guard.” You let out an awkward chuckle afterwards. Neither of you are sure where to look, a silence settling between you that leaves you unsure of what to say next.

You’re not sure how you would describe the feeling you have towards Juyeon in this moment; alien-like possibly? Whatever it is, you know something is off between you. You can tell from the way he’s hardly able to look at you, his eyes constantly flickering back and forth between you and the floor.

Just as you notice Juyeon is about to speak up a sudden burst of noise interrupts. It makes you jump as you hear voices echo around you and the sound of the front door slamming shut a second afterwards.

“If I was trying you never would have won.” Eric rolls his eyes, his comment falling on Jaehyun’s deaf ears as he laughs the youngers jealous comment off. It’s apparent that they’ve gotten into some lighthearted dispute between them on their way back home, not that you can keep your mind focused onto their sassy comments.

You do notice, however, that you find yourself unable to wipe the dazed-like look from your face as you watch them both causally stroll into the kitchen where you and Juyeon are stood and begin opening cupboards, retrieving drinks and snacks without batting an eyelid at you both.

It’s not until their talking simmers down that Jaehyun notices you, his brows instantly furrowing in confusion as he eyes your tense posture.

“What’s going on here?” He tilts his head, gaining Eric’s attention from his phone screen as he leans up on the counter next to him.

“We were just watching a movie.” Juyeon responds quickly and it comes out sounding like an excuse when reality is it’s true.

“In the kitchen?” A devilishly cheeky smirk appears on Jaehyun’s face. “Where there’s no tv?” He adds, an amused laugh escaping him.

“No, in there.” Juyeon points to the living room behind him, his expression the complete opposite of his friend’s.

“Why’s it so awkward between you then?” Your attention flickers to Eric as he narrows his eyes in suspicion. You can sense that he’s sussing things out, and knowing that he is usually quite quick to catch onto these sorts of things, it’s only a matter of time before he blurts something you don’t want to hear.

You cast an unsure gaze to Juyeon, hoping he gets the message from you to quickly turn the conversation away from yourselves.

“We were just having an argument.” Your eyes almost pop out of your head with how wide they go at his sudden excuse. That was definitely not what you were thinking he’d come up with, but really you should have known better than to put Juyeon under pressure like that. It’s never turned out well previously. The only response you can give is a forced laugh, hoping you’ll simply come across as flustered.

You watch Jaehyun and Eric exchange glances before the former speaks up.

“Okayyyy, we’ll leave you to it then.” Jaehyun pushes himself off from leaning back against the counter, making his way out of the kitchen. Eric instantly follows without a word; quite unusual for him, but you do notice the sly wink he sends in Juyeon’s direction as he walks past.

You’re officially dumbfounded. As is Juyeon, judging by the way he creases his brows at Eric in response.

“They definitely think there’s something else going on between us, don’t they.” Juyeon rocks back and forth on his feet, hands stuffed into his jean pockets as you notice him trying to suppress the deep blush that begins to creep up his face.

“Probably.” You shrug. “But there’s not, right?” You shoot your friend a questioning gaze, silence once again settling between you. You instantly regret asking that, your hands becoming more and more clammy as the silent seconds pass.

“It feels like everyone thinks we’re secretly dating though. Just yesterday I had Sangyeon asking me about us.” Ah Sangyeon and his love of love, it always brings a smile to your face whenever you see him get excited by the prospect of it.

It’s incredibly endearing how much of a hopeless romantic he is. You even remember when he “accidentally” made Changmin and Eric kiss as forfeit at the last game night just because he finds it so amusing. And you love that about him. Except when it concerns you and Juyeon.

Instead, it makes you feel somewhat queasy… not in the repulsive way that most people associate the feeling with. But, rather, in a stomach twisting, heartbeat racing, head spinning, euphoric way.

“Pft, that’s ridiculous!” You awkwardly chuckle. Now you’re just as flushed as each other. “I had the same thing with Younghoon and Chanhee too.” You add, hoping that if you keep the conversation going then you won’t focus so much on how hot the room has become.

What you don’t notice, while you begin to ramble away about how persistently annoying that had been, is how Juyeon’s whole demeanour changes. He’s no longer feeling timid about sharing how he truly feels about you because now he can see that you feel the same.

“Is it though?” You freeze upon hearing Juyeon’s question, forced smile falling off your face. “Is it ridiculous?” He repeats for clarity.

You notice how his tone, despite being soft, is serious. His expression matching and his eyes now intently staring into yours.

It’s like being in a trance. You can see him moving closer to you and his arm reaching out to touch yours. But you can’t seem to break away from his stare.

“N-no.” You breath. “It’s not.”

You mimic the warm smile that slowly stretches across Juyeon’s face at your confession, simultaneously noticing the little patterns that he draws on your arm with the pad of this thumb. You instantly relax. Just knowing that he’s not scared is all you need.

“Ew! What were they watching!” You hear Eric shout in disgust, Jaehyun’s laughter following after. They must have seen the scene paused on the tv.

“Maybe we should get out of here before they tease us.” Juyeon suggests, grabbing your hand in his with an elated grin when you nod in agreement.

It’s safe to say that from then on neither of you had to worry about any more accusations from your friends. Although, the incessant teasing and pestering might not go way anytime soon.

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[frostedfaves]

All Too Well

Masterlist

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x fem!reader

Summary: A new year leads to a new argument.

Warnings: angst

A/N: this was supposed to be a super angsty breakup fic inspired by Taylor Swift’s All Too Well, but apparently idk how to write sad shit anymore so enjoy whatever this is 😔 (on the bright side, I found a nickname for Wanda to use in my upcoming series 👀)

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“Those aren’t even the lyrics!” Wanda shouted over the radio, her laughter nearly covering her speech like a blanket.

“Of course it is!” You reached over to turn down the volume on the radio. “Take it from someone who sang this song every day for a year during every single shower.”

“Well, it’s a shame your shampoo bottles never told you that you were serenading them with the wrong words.”

A loud laugh escaped you as both of your heads turned in the same moment, yours to gaze out the passenger window and hers to watch you. The orange and brown leaves that dropped from the trees were only part of the lovely scene in front of you, and Wanda thought the colors provided a wonderful background for her own movie. She got lost in admiring your features, wishing to run her thumb along your lips as a smile formed there, or place a palm against your cheeks, warmed by the sun. Her attention turned back to the road just in time to stop herself from passing a red light, throwing an arm across your torso to keep you from lurching forward against the seatbelt.

“Sorry,” she apologized with flushed cheeks, and you couldn’t help but poke one as you assured her everything was fine. Turns out the sun can bring warmth to fingers, too.

As the two of you made your way to your shared apartment, Wanda wished for your heated touch now, instead of the cold glare you directed to the windshield. She was grateful it was pointed toward the street for now, and she was tempted to drive on forever with the heat blasting until you defrosted. Anything to avoid the confrontation she knew was coming.

“What the hell was that?”

“Baby, please,” she sighed. “The new year just started. Can’t we wait until the sun comes up again and we’ve had some sleep?”

“I’ve waited long enough, Wanda.”

Her shoulders tensed and a shiver ran down her spine because your stare was focused on her now, and the ice made its way to your vocal chords, leaving an especially thick layer around her name. You hadn’t called her anything aside from ‘honeydew’ since your first date, and she endured the teasing from her team because seeing the sparkle in your eyes was worth it. Hearing you say her name now felt like being cursed.

“Can we at least wait until we get home?” she pleaded as she faced you after stopping at the red light. “I want to be able to look you in the eye without putting you in danger.”

“Fine.”

You broke away first to turn the radio volume up, turning your head to avoid her watery eyes. Her vulnerable gaze nearly melted away your resolve entirely, and you refused to let this go on any longer. Wanda forced herself to keep her own eyes on the road and the drive went on silently aside from the song pouring in through the speakers, neither of you bothering to fight over the correct lyrics. You were back at your building within a few minutes, and while you rode the elevator up from the parking garage, Wanda took the stairs. She had no idea what she was walking into, and she just needed to pretend everything was okay for a little bit longer.

When she opened the apartment door, your coat was already hung by the door and she could hear your bare feet padding along the wooden floor to the bedroom. She took her time hanging her own coat and slipping off her shoes, following you down the hall and nearly dropping them out of her hand when she saw you staring at her from the edge of the bed.

“What the hell was that?” you repeated, watching Wanda walk past to place her shoes in the closet.

“I’m going to need more than that, detka.” Her accent became more prominent as her nerves grew, a deep crease forming between her brows as she faced you and leaned against the opposite wall. “What are you asking about?”

“That woman asked about your girlfriend and you told her it was ‘nothing serious’.”

“I was just...saving face.” She kept her arms folded as she shrugged. “She’s friends with Tony and they talk all the time. If I would’ve been all obnoxious about our relationship, he would’ve made a big deal about it later.”

“You’ve been getting teased for ten months by Earth’s mightiest heroes over a nickname and expressing your love for your girlfriend is where you draw the line?!”

“Okay, I’m sorry! It was a mistake and it won’t happen again.” She pushed off the wall and walked forward to grab your hand, but you jumped off the bed and headed toward the kitchen before she could get close. “What--”

“You’ve stopped talking to me, too.”

“We’re literally talking now! We talked on Christmas Day--”

“Oh yeah, I really enjoyed that 30 second talk we had over pancake batter before the whole team stormed in and took over,” you huffed into the refrigerator while searching for something to drink.

“If you have a problem with the Avengers, just say it.”

“I love your team!” you cried out as you closed the refrigerator door. “I probably see more of them than I do you. Three weeks ago, I went to the tower because I hadn’t heard from you all day and I had to find out from the fucking spider kid that you volunteered to join some last minute mission. And you know what? We had dinner together and I talked to him for two hours, which is probably longer than I’ve talked to you since then.”

“I can’t help it if missions come up,” Wanda challenged as she took the glass of water you offered. “This is my job, just like you have yours.”

“I know, but you had your phone with you. At least send a text, let me know you’re okay.”

“I will. Is that it?” She watched your eyes avert from hers, sighing when you headed toward the couch in the living room instead of the bedroom. “It’s not, is it?”

“I just want to know why you haven’t been happy.” You finally met her gaze again when she stopped a few feet away.

“What? I’m happy.”

“Nothing’s been the same since that day you were driving and nearly ran the red light. That was in October, and it’s the beginning of January now.”

“You’re wrong,” Wanda insisted as she inched closer. “I’m happy.”

“I drove myself crazy here while you were gone on all these lengthy trips, trying to think of why you wanted to be so far away all the time. Maybe you weren’t feeling this anymore, or you’d found someone that made you feel more alive--”

“I told you I’m happy!”

In a split second, red filled her eyes and surrounded her hand as she sent her glass flying against the wall. You stared at the droplets of water running down the eggshell colored surface to the wooden floor, flinching when Wanda placed her hand on your thigh as she knelt in front of you and relaxing when you were met with her usual eye color.

“I’m sorry.” She squeezed gently as she sighed, never breaking eye contact. “I’ve just been worried. When we’re together, I tend to lose myself in your existence, and it isn’t safe. A few seconds more, and that day could’ve ended a lot differently.”

“I had my seatbelt on,” you reminded her as you placed your palm over her knuckles, and she shook her head. 

“There are a lot worse threats than a car accident, detka. I just fear that one day, I’ll be wrapped around you so tightly that I won’t have time to free myself and protect you from danger.”

“So your solution to protecting me more was to leave me totally alone with no warning?”

“Now that I’m hearing it with a clear head, it doesn’t sound like such a good plan,” she chuckled with a shake of her head.

“No, it doesn’t, honeydew.” You squeezed her hand with a smile that widened at the sight of Wanda’s. “What?”

“I just never thought I could miss a silly nickname so much.”

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