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rockettothestars222 · 3 months

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Summary : After the battle with Adam, Alastor disappeared. Everyone was sure he was dead, but you knew better than that. You find him injured and vulnerable in his broken down radio tower, and decide to give him a hand with his wounds.

Tags : GenderNeutral!reader, reader is shorter than Al, soft!Alastor, sorta, fluff, lots of fluff, hurt/comfort, Alastor is losing it

Notes : My first Tumblr one shot! Hopefully this isn’t too OOC, but writing a character who hides any sign of real emotion being vulnerable is difficult. Enjoy!

Word Count : 2,418

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You breathed, Hell’s fiery air stinging your lungs as you looked around at the death and destruction that surrounded you. You look back over your shoulder, Charlie’s quiet sniffles taking your attention. Lucifer was knelt in front of her, his hand brushing her cheek, a weak attempt at comforting her after her life’s dream was just destroyed. You frowned, your brow creasing together as you felt a hand on your shoulder. Looking up, your gaze me with Angel Dust’s.

“You did good out there,” he smiles down at you, an excited squeal coming from the pig in his opposite arms. You muster a strained grin, but his fades. “Still sucks though, huh?”

You nod, dropping your grin, “Yeah, still sucks. I can’t believe it’s all gone,” you look away from the arachnid, your eyes casting over the destroyed hotel once again. Angel nods, his arm drifting around your shoulder and giving you a squeeze, the best, and really the only, form of comfort he knows how to provide.

“We’ll rebuild it,” he squeezes you again, before releasing you and approaching Charlie and the rest of the group. You follow behind, though your gaze remains astray, scanning the battleground. Looking for any sign of someone alive. You know deep down who you were looking for.

Alastor, the overlord you’d grown to call a friend.

Not everyone would consider him that, but you were an optimist. You hoped he’d consider you the same. No one in Hell would be as kind as he had been to you without considering you some sort of friend. Or, well, as kind as an overlord like him could be. And everyone was convinced he was gone, but you weren’t that naive. Alastor, if faced with death or fleeing, would flee. He was snarky and a bit egotistical, sure, but he wasn’t an idiot.

“Uhm, hey, I’m going to get see if I can find any of my stuff out here. Maybe some of it is salvageable,” you call to the rest of the group, stepping closer to the mess that used to be your home. The ground cracked beneath you as you stepped across the rubble. Charlie, who’d seemingly made her peace with the tragedy that had occurred, looked to you, rising to her feet.

“Do you want any help?”

“No, no, I got it,” you were lying to your teeth, but you had to see if he was out there. She looked at you with sympathetic eyes, walking closer and wrapping you in a tight hug. Your arms wrap around her waist, squeezing her close.

“Be careful out there, okay? I don’t want you getting hurt on anything. We’re going to go and get something to eat, try and relax a bit before we start rebuilding tomorrow. Text me when you’re done, you can meet us out there, okay?” She pulls away from you, her hands still resting on your shoulders as yours fell to your sides.

“I’ll be careful, I promise,” you assure, smiling as the taller girl pulls away from you fully, waving you goodbye as she approaches the rest of the group. You watch as they leave, before turning back to the rubble, that strained smile of yours dropping. You rubbed your cheeks. How did Alastor do that all the time?

And with that, you were off, wandering as your eyes scanned the area, reminiscing as you came across bits and pieces of the place you’d called home for the past 6 months. Broken pieces of Sir Pentious’ old machinery make your brows furrow together, a feeling that you could only describe as grief swallowing your thoughts for a brief moment, your chest tightening. You stared at that machine for a good few minutes before tearing your gaze away, trying to look at anything else.

And there it was.

A good 30 feet from you was Alastor’s radio tower. Some of the windows broken, dented, and on its side, but for the most part it was still in tact. You began to walk towards it, without much thought. He’d spent a lot of time there before you’d all started preparing for the extermination. He was insistent it was the best part of the hotel.

The closer you got, the more hesitant you became. If the trail of blood in the dirt wasn’t off putting enough, the green glow that was emitting from tower surely was. But these two things sealed one thing in your mind: Alastor was alive. Of course he was, you’d known that. But that small strand of doubt was planted in your head by the others.

You walk around the broken and dented structure, before finding that the hatch inside was already open. You drew a final breath before pulling yourself up and inside. As you heaved yourself into the tower, you were met with something hard to look at. Alastor had his back turned to you, one arm over his chest, one arm helping him hold himself upright against the control panel of the tower. His overcoat had been thrown to the floor, it was a rare sight to see him without it. You frowned, pushing off of the floor and standing. You wanted to move closer, but weren’t sure you could do so without startling the overlord. If you’d managed to get this close without him noticing, you knew he must be very deep in thought.

“Alastor?” You tried, your voice soft. Even so, Alastor’s whole body stilled, his head turning sharply to look at you, his horns and shoulders growing two times their normal size. He had a wild look in his eye, but seemed to calm as he realized it was you, his body relaxing, and returning to its original position. His expression had turned sour, despite the constant smile.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he replied, his voice hoarse as he looked away. You frowned, stepping closer, avoiding the pools of blood on the ground.

“Alastor, we thought you were dead,” your voice was back to its normal volume.

The static sound, that was nearly a constant whenever Alastor was near, seemed to grow louder as his entire body span to face you, almost as if he were going to get angry, but he stumbled, both of his hands going back and gripping the control panel behind him. Now, you could see the giant gash across his chest, blood seeped into his shirt. Your eyes trailed from the bottom of his wound, up to meet his eyes. There was something behind them that you couldn’t quite place.

There was a beat of silence before you piped up again.

“He really got you, huh?” You point out the obvious, walking closer. Alastor tried to straighten himself, only using one hand to keep himself upright as the other found its way back to covering the wound.

“It is nothing that I can’t handle,” he assured, pressing his arm closer to his body. You stopped in front of him, looking into his eyes as you placed your hand on his. He wretched away, his rear pressing fully against the control panel, his hand sliding back. “Don’t.”

“Alastor,” you began, but he cut you off.

“Perhaps you misunderstood, I am FINE,” he growls, pushing himself away and walking around you, you turn to follow him with your eyes. “He may have hit me but I’m alive. Of COURSE I am. I mean, if I weren’t what would people think?”

Your brows furrowed, “what are you talking about, Al?”

“I have been a wonder to everyone since I manifested here, if I died for the princess of Hell and her low life sinners, I would be regarded as some,” he paused, clutching his chest as he turned away from you. “Altruist.”

He spat the word like it was the worst thing to ever leave his lips.

“I would be regarded at the ‘Oh so powerful Radio Demon who DIED for a chance at a redemption that isn’t even POSSIBLE.”

You walked closer to him, placing a hesitant hand on the small of his back. He glanced over his shoulder, and your expression softened.

“Alastor, no one is expecting you to die for us. All I want from you right now is. For you to let me help you,” you searched his face for any sign of agreement, but he was nearly impossible to read. A sigh escaped him. “You’re really hurt, Al.”

“I know,” he murmured, his ears flicking back as he turned to face you. He walked back towards the control panel, you trailing behind. You assumed him accepting that he was hurt was the closest thing you’d get to him saying, ‘I need help.’

“You should sit. It’ll be easier that way,” you looked up at Alastor, who was avoiding your gaze like the plague. You assumed he was ashamed of the situation he was in. He sat on the edge of the counter, snapping his fingers. A roll of bandages and pads of gauze appearing in your hands. You sat them down on the control panel beside him.

“I could have done this on my own, my dear,” he looks down at your hands as they reach for the buttons on his shirt, gently unbuttoning the first few.

“I’m sure you could have,” you murmur, though not fully paying attention to his words. You reached the last few buttons, pulling his shirt open. You could feel your face flushing as the his undershirt slipped off of his shoulders. It was a little unbelievable that the big bad Radio Demon was allowing this, but you supposed coming face to face with a second death was enough to allow a miracle.

Bending down slightly at your waist to reach better, you take some of the gauze, pressing it firmly to his wound. Alastor took a sharp inhale, his ears shifting back further than they already had been. Your frown grew deeper as you looked up at him, your free hand taking his, gently stroking your thumb across his skin.

“Alastor? Is this okay?” Your eyes scan his face, that somehow managed to display pain all while wearing that signature smile.

“It’s fine. I don’t want to hear a word about this when you’re done,” he winced, squeezing your hand as you began to wrap the bandages around the bottom half of his wound. You rolled your eyes, nodding.

“Not like anyone would believe me. I mean, you? Hurt? Impossible, right?” You pressed another piece of gauze to him, causing his claws to dig into your skin. It didn’t break, but it stung a bit. You tried your best not to show it — however hard that was — you didn’t want him to think that this, whatever this is, wasn’t okay.

“That’s not what I’m talking about,” he looked down at you, his brow creasing. You both fell silent, the crackling of radio static tickling your ears. You wrapped the rest of his wound in silence, your free hand grazing down the bandages, just barely making contact.

“You know,” you start, rising to your normal posture, finally removing your hand from his. “Letting someone help you doesn’t make you any less powerful.”

Another beat of silence as you grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it back up over his shoulders. His hands, in one swift motion, grabbed yours and pulled you between his legs, closer to his chest. You looked up at him, your eyes widening as they met his. Just inches away from your own was The Radio Demon’s face. His eyes were pitch black, red radio dials replacing his pupils. His neck was contorted, smile stretched further than you imagined could be comfortable.

“You. Don’t. Understand,” he growled, his breath hot against your face. You tried your best to remain composed, not looking away from him as his grip on you tightened. “You are not ME. You could not possibly imagine the position I am in because of that DAMNED hotel.”

“You’re right.”

Alastor’s grip loosened immensely, his neck snapping back to be in it’s anatomically correct shape. His eyes fluttered a few times before returning to normal, he looked almost confused by your agreement. He stayed silent, even his static flushing to barely a hum.

“Alastor, I don’t know what it’s like in your shoes right now. But if you ever wanted to TELL me what it’s like, I’d be here to listen,” you, gently, squeezed his hands in yours. Alastor’s eyes scanned every inch of your face, over and over and over. Looking for any sign that you were going to use this vulnerability against him. To hurt him. To knock him down from the tower he’d built for himself. But there was none. Your expression held nothing but genuineness.

He briefly considered telling you everything that was troubling him, briefly thought about scaring you away so he didn’t have to face you, and though still brief, his thoughts lingered on the consideration of pulling you closer and thanking you for treating him like he wasn’t the monster he knew he truly was. But he did none of those things. He didn’t have time to unbox what all of those thoughts said about him. He just smiled down at you, a real smile, his left hand caressing your face.

“Thank you for helping me, my dearest,” Alastor’s voice had returned to its normal chipper tone, but it didn’t seem as fake as usual. Not when it was directed at you. A grin of your own blossomed across your face as you placed your hand on his, leaning your cheek into his hand. You turned you face a bit, placing your lips against his palm for a short moment, all while never breaking eye contact. If you didn’t know better, you’d of sworn a light blush crossed Alastor’s cheeks.

“Anytime, Al.”

Alastor cleared his throat, his ears flicking back into an upright position as he pulled his hands away from you and pushed himself up and off of the control panel. He straightened his posture re-buttoning his bloody and tethered undershirt. You quickly grabbed his overcoat so he wouldn’t try to bend over and grab it himself, and ushered back over to him. He took it from your arms, putting it on and dusting it off as if that would mend its holes and cleanse it of the blood that stained it.

“Well, I should be going now,” Alastor approached you, taking your hand for a final time and placing a kiss to your knuckles. “You are truly a diamond in the rough, darling. I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“Wait, where are you—” but before you could complete that question, he disappeared in a flash of green light and dark smoke. You blinked, your face flushing as you recalled what had just happened. You were almost unsure it was real.

You’d have to tell Charlie the new hotel was going to need a radio tower.

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edsbacktattoo · 6 months

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i wanna talk about the ‘treasure room’ because i think it does a really good job of summarising what’s happening between ed and stede at the moment.

stede ‘takes the initiative’ (or acts without discussing what he’s doing) and puts all of ed’s remaining treasure in one room that’s completely hidden. his reasons for putting it away are:

it was all over the place

he was tripping over it

some of it is quite ugly :/

and instantly ed hits him with the “excellent. a reminder of all my guilt. a guilt room. 😔🤘”

they’re not being subtle about it. this is a physical representation of their guilt and they’re demonstrating here exactly how they’re taking care of it.

ed is living with it. it’s in his space. sure it might be in the way but where else could he possibly put it? there’s so much of it and it’s his. there’s no use in just palming it off to someone else. no one wants this much treasure.

but stede can’t stand it and he has to deal with it now or he’ll die. so he just crams it into some hidden space and considers the matter resolved. it’s out of the way. it can’t hurt them if they don’t think about it. and it’s ugly! no one wants to look at something ugly, especially when they’re trying to rebuild their space.

but that’s just the thing. neither of them are actually dealing with or addressing the problem. stede has just. put it away.

WITHOUT ASKING ED WHAT HE THINKS THEY SHOULD DO WITH IT.

so they decide to just use it to throw this big party because surely that will fix it, right? that will get rid of the Treasure Issue.

WRONG!!

because they still didn’t talk about any of it. yeah they talked about “turning poison into positivity” and “giving some of it to the less fortunate” but they didn’t deal with the root of the problem. how did ed amass that much treasure in the first place? what’s the ideal way of getting rid of it? is there anything they want to keep?

they’re on such uneven planes this season because they can’t communicate to reach a common ground. ed is surrounded by his guilt and wants to leave it all behind. stede has just hidden the guilt and wants to pretend it isn’t even there.

#and they’re portraying this SO WELL #like the fact that they’re not on the same page is SOOOO WELL DONE #also hello i don’t want any smoke for this post it’s literally just me thinking #if you’re gonna come in here and say ‘but the writing is bad’ get off my post lol #i’ve seen some very silly takes and i am not dealing with it thank you 😌💕#i hope this makes sense also if you have something more to add i’d love to hear it #ofmd #ofmd s2 spoilers #ofmd s2 #ofmd meta #our flag means death #oh we thinkin?

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justmeinadaze · 2 months

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Little Girl Gone Part 4 (Steddie X You)

Warnings: Officer Steve harrington/ Gangster Eddie munson & Doctor fem submissive Y/N, SMUT, degrading, some spanking, LOTS of dirty talk, handcuffs, slight overstimulation, after care of course.

ANGST, Jason causing problems before the meeting with his dad. Mentions of explosions and shooting. Eddie being sexily intimidating <3, Steve's dad makes a cameo and undermines the readers profession like a dick. Slight cliffhanger ending...I guess. Idk lol

Word Count: 5993

Last Chapter Here

“Last chance, sweetheart. Are you sure you want to do this?”

Your hold on Eddie’s arm tightens as you exhale out your nerves. This entire week had been rough not just on you but them as well. You were ready for it all to be over so you could just enjoy being with the new men in your life. If this is what you needed to do for that to be done so be it.

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

As you smile up at him, he leans down to kiss your lips making you laugh as you quickly wipe away the lipstick that lingered on his mouth.

Both your demeanors hardened as the door to the venue was opened and Eddie led you inside.

***

The gangster ran into the hospital room with you trailing behind, glancing at the chart that was attached to the wall as Steve stood by Chrissy’s bed side.

“What happened?!”

“Witnesses say they don’t know. Just, suddenly, her store was fire.”, the officer relayed with a sigh. “It’s all gone, Ed.”

“It says here she should be fine…physically at least.”, you add as your sad eyes shift towards the unconsciously girl in front of them.

“We-we can rebuild her store. That won’t be an issue—”

“EMS found a note pinned to her sweater.”

Steve handed him the slightly charred piece of paper that Eddie read aloud.

“No, Kiddo, this moment…this is me at my most masochistic.

Three.”

“The fuck does that even mean?”

“It’s a quote from Kill Bill. Everything but the three. I don’t know what that means.”, you answered, trying to hide the fear and worry.

Placing his hands on his hips, Eddie begins to pace.

“I really think you two should stay in my apartment until we get this resolved.”

“You and I both know I can’t do that.”, Steve murmurs as his face scrunches in thought. “And we both know she’s not because of her patients.”

A knowing smirk flashes along your features as you shrug.

“I don’t like this. I still think—”

“I know what you think, Ed, and I’m telling you no.”, the officer cut him off. “You already went and attacked him once and look what’s happening.”

“I feel weak, Steve. Like I’m letting him get away with this bullshit.”

“You’re not weak. If anything, he’s weak for reacting this way.”, you respond as you wrap your arm around his waist and in response he kisses your forehead.

“I just… I’m still going to have some of my guys watching over you two. Y/N, Gareth will be in the clinic with you and Steve, Jeff can linger out of the way so he isn’t seen.”

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“Jesus, ALL of Hawkins High Society is here.”, you murmur as you two enter the garish ballroom style area where extremely well-dressed people had gathered.

Eddie had taken you shopping and bought you a beautiful (expensive) red evening dress that flowed to your ankles but had a slit up to just below your hip. He had bought you some equally expensive jewelry to match except for the bracelet around your wrist.

“I know it’s not as lavish as what Tony Montana here got you but I saw it in the store and it made me think of you.”, Steve blushed as he hooked the bracelet to you and spun it around. It was a simple silver chain but in the middle was what looked like a heartbeat reading you see on ECG machines at work. “Since you, ya know, stole the other half of my heart.”

“Wow, Steve Harrington. That was smooth.”, Eddie chuckled. “Um, here. Here’s MY other half as well.”, he grinned softly as he slides one of his rings onto your finger.

“Yeah like you said before, ‘rich people trying to make themselves feel better.’.”

Eddie insisted you both should stand out so not only would people see you together and know you’re his but it would draw the eye of Mr. Carver so he’d hopefully come talk to you two. His suit matched your outfit with a red button up but every other piece on him was a crisp black that made him seem even more handsome.

While your hair was down around your shoulders, his was up and pulled back so you could see his face a bit more. Occasionally during the car ride, you would lean over and kiss his cheek just because you could making him beam over at you as he squeezed your hand.

Leading you to the bar, he ordered you both a glass of champagne making you giggle as you watch him chug it down and ask for another.

“Nervous?”

“Uh a little but not for the reason you might think. I’ve never met Steve’s parents. I’ve heard stories and of course they don’t know about us but for some reason I still want them to kind of like me.”, he playfully winces making you laugh harder.

“That’s normal, baby. You love him so you want them to like you; to approve.”

Grinning in your direction, Eddie leans down to kiss your cheek while you were taking a sip from your glass.

“What was that for?”

“I’m just so glad we met you. I wish it was under different circumstances but—”

“One bourbon, straight, please and thank you.”, Steve sighs heavily as he leans over the counter waiting for his drink. “My parents are on their bullshit tonight.”

“I’m sorry, honey.”, you whisper with a smile as he thanks the bartender again and knocks back his drink.

“Steven, I thought you were bringing everyone back something.”, a man practically whined as he came up behind him.

“I was. Dad, this is Dr. Y/N Y/L/N and—”

“Edward Munson, sir. Nice to meet you.”, Eddie greeted as he enthusiastically extended his hand for him to shake.

As the officer turns to grab the drinks and hide his smirk, you subtly bumped him with your hip.

“Hm. I’ve heard your name around town. Very prominent young man. What do you do exactly?”

“Management you could say sir.”

“And you young lady? Are you a real doctor or just one of those professor types?”

“Um, I own my own clinic and treat patients.”

“Oh yeah? Where?”

“It’s Hawkins Virtue Clinic on the lower west side.”

“Ah on the crime riddled side of town where people can’t even afford napkins from a restaurant let alone healthcare.”

Your gaze shifts to Steve who tilts his glass towards you in a cheer gesture with a little smile as he knocks back its contents.

“I guess you could say that. That’s why I don’t charge them more than they can afford.”

“How do you make money then?”

“It’s not always about money. For me, all that matters is people can live long healthy lives.”

“Not in Hawkins, honey, but it’s a cute dream. Come on, Steve, your mother is waiting.”

“I’ll see you peasants later.”, he teases as he winks and follows his father.

“Well, that was a good test run.”, you joke as you turn to face Eddie.

“Yeah, hopefully George isn’t that cynical.”

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“Thank you for keeping an eye on me these past few days.”, you beam at Gareth as you both walk to your car.

“Of course. It’s actually been oddly exciting. I learned that green is never really a good color especially on or IN your skin unless its vegetables, obviously.” He grins when you laugh. “I also learned that sick kids are VERY loud and nurses deal with way too much.

“They really do. I try to give them raises as much as I can to show my appreciation but it’s hard with my lack of funds.”

“I’m sure Eddie could help if you asked.”

“Oh, no. I couldn’t impose.”

Your guard paused, holding his arm out to stop you as well.

“Stay here.” Drawing his gun, he slowly walked forward towards your car, scanning the interior and around the side. Noticing a note tapped to the door handle, he carefully pulls it off and reads the contents before his wide eyes meet yours.

“Y/N RUN!”

As he starts sprinting your way, you suddenly feel heat and a strong wind that knocks you off your feet as your car explodes.

***

Eddie’s tires skid as he slams on his breaks when he arrives at your clinic. Bypassing all the fire fighters and EMS, he entered the building hunting for you.

“What happened?! Baby, are you alright?”

Silently, Steve grabbed his partner’s arm and dragged him off to the side. Digging into his pocket, he handed Eddie the note that was taped to your car.

“I'm not gonna kill you. Your job will be to tell the rest of them that death is coming for them, tonight. Two.”

“I looked it up, it’s a quote from another movie involving revenge. And I’m assuming—”

“He’s counting down.”, Eddie interrupts. “I’m going to fucking kill that son of a bitch.”

“No, hey. We have a plan, remember? Right now, she needs you.”

After coming back around the corner, Steve shoos the EMS people away as he sits beside you in your waiting area with his pencil and pad pretending to take your statement while the gangster takes a seat on your other side.

“Princess, look at me. Are you ok? Did you get hurt?”

“Uh, no. Gareth, he, um, he did though.”, you respond as your tear-filled eyes meet his. “I tried to do what I could, Eddie. H-He was badly burned. I-I-I don’t have stuff here for those kinds of burns.”

Tilting you against him, he presses your head to his chest as you sob.

“EMS said that he will most likely be ok and if you hadn’t been there he would have died. Honey, you saved him.”

“H-He saved me, Steve.”

“You’re both staying with me. No arguments.”, Eddie announced as you nodded.

“I have to go in and fill out my report—”

“Steven…”

“I know, I know. I’m probably next but there’s nothing I can do, Eddie. I have to go in and do this. Plus, I have Jeff and a station full of cops. I’ll be ok.”

############

“I’m going to go smoke a cigarette, sweetheart, ok? Don’t go far.”

You nod as you watch him reach into his pocket and pull out his pack as he disappears out on the nearby patio. Glancing at all the people around you, you suddenly feel extremely isolated completely unsure of what you should be doing.

“Don’t let them see you crumble.”, an older man chuckles as he steps closer to you. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to startle you. I know what it’s like to walk into this sea of rich people and feel completely out of place. When my father and I moved here, we had nothing but a few pennies in our pocket but he knew how to finagle. Networked his way to his first 100K and used that to start an empire.”

“That’s amazing. My, uh, my grandparents were the same. They said personality goes a long way in any business. My grandma opened a tutoring center on the east side and helped so many underprivileged kids go on to college. My dad thought she was ridiculous. ‘You’re barely making ends meet, ma!’”, you roll your eyes.

“Ah, one of those.”, the man smiles. “I inherited my father’s company and then gave it to my son. Did your grandmother do the same?”

“Oh, no. She got sick pretty early on in her life and I moved in with them to help take care of her. It’s what actually sparked my interest in medicine. I’m a doctor and I run my own clinic, Hawkins Virtue.”

“Oh! I’ve heard of that place. You help a lot of people who are struggling.”

“I try.”, you grin, happy to meet someone who seems to genuinely find interest.

“Do you need funding? I’d love to come by and see what you do.”

Shifting your gaze, you notice Steve watching you intensely from beside his parents.

“I would like that very much. I’m Dr. Y/N Y/L/N.”, you introduce as you offer him your hand that he takes and kisses the back off.

“George. George Carver.”

***

Steve sighs as he heads out of the police station to go home. Placing the ear bud in his ear, he taped his phone to immediately call Eddie.

“What’s going on?? Are you alright?”

“Yeah, babe. I’m fine. I’m on my way now.”

“Ok, stay on the phone with me till you’re almost here.”

“Heh. I love when you get protective.”

Eddie listens to every footstep with anticipation as the officer heads towards his car.

“You’re my Paladin, babe, but I’m the Master. I can take care of you to.”

“You’re such a nerd.”, he chuckles, pausing at the sight of the note on his windshield.

Trying not to startle his boyfriend, he carefully removed it as he backed away from his car.

“Killing's got to be accepted. Murder was the only way that everybody stayed in line. You got out of line, you got whacked. Everybody knew the rules. One.”

Something suddenly whizzed passed him, shattering his driver’s side window.

“Fuck me.” As soon as he hit the ground, multiple rounds of gunfire went off around him. Steve could barely hear Eddie in his ear as he crawled behind a nearby vehicle and waited.

“STEVEN! ANSWER ME GODDAMN IT!”

“I’m ok! I’m ok!”

Pointing his gun towards the car, he fired a few rounds before it disappeared around the corner.

***

Eddie paced as you cleaned the cuts on Steve’s hand he had received from all the glass on concrete. The gangster was on edge since he had to wait for police to scope the scene and take the officer’s statement.

“Fucking asshole. Steve, I’m sorry but I can’t let this slide. Two of my friends are in the hospital and he almost killed you two.”

“No. He wants to kill us in front of you remember. This was just to toy with you and us.”

“I don’t like the casual way you said that.”, Steve teased as he pokes your nose with his free hand.

“Excuse me. Not a joke here!”

“You’re right, baby. Talking with his father won’t be enough. He crossed a line but we need to focus on this first to keep Y/N safe. After we handle that, then we can handle him.”

“I may have an idea that won’t upset his father IF we get that approval and will get your message across.”, you announce as they give you their attention.

############

“Mr. Carver.”

“Ah, Mr. Munson or should I saw Edward. We don’t want to confuse you with your father now do we?”, the man laughs light-heartedly as your gangster circles a protective arm around you. “Do you know Dr. Y/L/N here?”

“Oh, please, sir. You can call me Y/N.”, you beam trying to remain as calm as possible.

“Yes, sir. I met Y/N when she saved me from a nasty wound I got. I had heard of all the things she’s done for the community so, of course, I had to get to know her better.”, he grins as he pulls you closer.

“That ‘nasty wound’ wouldn’t have been inflicted by my son per chance?” Eddie stiffened a bit beside you as the man gave him a once over. “Yeah, I know you and Jason don’t get along but that doesn’t give you the right to invade his turf and kill his best friend.”

“If I may, Mr. Carver, is there a private place we can talk?”

“No, you may not. Whatever is going on between you and him doesn’t involve me. You two are in charge now. Handle it.”

As he starts to walk away, you reach out to grab the man’s bicep.

“Please, sir. So many innocent people have gotten hurt just in this week alone. Your son is throwing a tantrum over something he started and is upset because Eddie didn’t let it go like his father used to. Please, just listen to what he has to say. We don’t want anything in return or anything like that. Just…listen.”

Jason’s father sighs as he glances you over.

“You would even decline the generous donation I was thinking of giving to your clinic? That’s a lot of funds that could help a lot of people.”

“This will help more.”

At your sentence, he blinked and stood up straighter.

“Ok. Ok, Mr. Munson. Let’s talk.”

***

Jason exhaled as he took off his tie and laid his gun on the kitchen counter with his keys as he headed towards his living room.

“Long night?”

“Jesus Christ, dad!”, the man jumped as he clutched his chest. “You scared the shit out of me. What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were going to the fundraiser event tonight.”

“I was busy.”

“I hope you weren’t busy with anything involving the Munson crew.”

As his father rose to his feet, Jason stood up straighter.

“I told you. That asshole killed Andrew—”

“After you broke into his girlfriend’s house and pulled a gun on him?”

“He killed Patrick and my friends!”

“AFTER you kidnapped his friend WHO IS A COP and beat him up! You stupid idiot!”, his dad growls as his son flinches. “What’s this I hear about you starting fires, blowing up cars, and doing shootings outside of a police station?! And leaving these moronic notes like this is some gangster movie!”, George shouts as he grumbles the papers he was given and tossed them his way. “This is not how we run our business, Jason.”

“Edward Munson needs to be taken out.”, he seethes.

“Edward Munson will be left alone and so will his crew. That includes Steve Harrington and Y/N Y/L/N. Do you understand me, son?”

“Are you kidding!? He just gets away with killing my friends?!”

“BE GLAD I DON’T KILL YOU! Sit down!” Jason cowers at his father’s anger as he sits on the couch. “If you weren’t my son, I’d have gotten rid of you for how sloppy you’ve been. That being said you still need to understand that there are consequences to your actions.” Looking past him, George addresses the darkness behind his son’s ear. “He’s all yours.”

Something sharp stings the gangster’s neck as his world begins to spin.

“I trust whatever you come up with, Mr. Munson, the punishment will fit the crime.”

As you and Eddie come into view, Jason’s world goes dark.

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“Good morning, sunshine.”, Eddie jests as Jason’s eyes flutter open. “I wouldn’t wiggle too much if I were you. The view up here is pretty great but not when you’re falling down eight stories.”

The rival gangster’s eyes finally adjust to see the other man in front of him with you and Steve on either side. He tried to move but soon realized he was bound to a chair with duct tape over his mouth, completely at your mercy as he was perched near the edge of a tall building.

“You know, I’m a fan of movies myself. The one thing my father and I could connect on was The Godfather trilogy. Did you ever see those, Jason?” The man’s only response is trying to tug at his restraints. “No? That’s ok. The third one is utter garbage but that second one. Oof…so good. There’s one line in there that always stood out to me. ‘Chiedi di me ai tuoi amici del quartiere. Ti diranno che so come ricambiare un favore.’”

Stepping forward with his hands in his pockets he continues.

“It’s Italian. ‘Ask your friends in the neighborhood about me. They'll tell you I know how to return a favor.’”

The rival gangster’s eyes widen as Eddie kneels to his level, balancing on his heels as he speaks to him again is a soft tone laced subtle venom.

“You crossed a line, Carver. If it were up to me I would have killed you and your entire enterprise after hurting Steve and threatening Y/N. After the stunts you pulled this week, I almost did. You can thank this young lady here for talking me out of it.”

Jason’s eyes flick to your angry ones before looking at the other man again.

“She also suggested we talk to your father which was a brilliant idea. He’s very levelheaded and kind of funny. Right, guys?”

“Hysterical. He thought what you did at the police station was so amusing he recommended I take you in and throw you in a cell with Allen since you miss him so much.”, Steve quipped with a smirk.

“After blowing up my car and breaking into my apartment, he thought I should use some of things I learned at medical school as a punishment. Oddly enough, castration was the first thing to came to his mind. I told him I didn’t think you had any balls to remove since you were acting like a five-year-old.”, you add making Eddie’s smile widen.

“He also suggested we make the punishment fit the crime thus you’re ours for the next week, buddy!” As the gangster lightly taps his face, Jason starts to cry. “But, Carver, I’m not going to do that. Do you know why? I’m not my father and I’m not like you. I don’t kill for pleasure and I don’t like hurting people. I want this to stop. But make no mistake…” Eddie reaches for Jason’s throat and squeezes it between his ringed fingers. “If you ever threaten or hurt these two again or even fucking think of coming on to my side of Hawkins, I will burn your side to the ground and make you regret ever being born let alone taking your father’s mantle. Am I being clear?”

Ripping away the tape his lips, the gangster squeaks as he continues to cry.

“Yes! I understand. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, Eddie.” After tapping his cheek again, Eddie turns taking your hand in his as you three head for the door to leave the roof of the building. “Hey! What about me?!”

“Oh, we’ll call the building super in the morning. Just…don’t lean back.”, Steve answers with a sarcastic thumbs up as the door closes behind him.

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You giggled in Eddie’s arms as he held you to him, kissing your lips with vigor as he carried you up the stairs with Steve trailing right behind.

“You…are…amazing.”, he cooed between each breath as he fell with you onto the bed.

“You really are.” Steve added as he threw himself beside you and began sucking on your neck.

Ringed fingers glided hastily up the slit in your dress, moving the silk blocking your core, and effortlessly pushed into your entrance, pumping in and out so quickly the sound of your arousal filled the room.

“Fuck, Eddie.”

“You got me so hard, sweetheart, watching the way you took control talking to George. Jesus and in that beautiful fucking dress.” Your hand floated down to cling to his as his digits inside of you moved at a relentless pace. “I had to keep telling myself to focus because all I wanted to do was push you against that wall and fuck you till you couldn’t walk straight.”

Steve gripped your chin turning you so your lips could meet his as the gangster’s head fell into the nook between your head and shoulder.

“You’re a bad girl now, baby. OUR bad girl.”

“Tr-treat me like one.”

The officer chuckled at your needy tone as you panted into his mouth.

“Yeah? You want us to show you how bad girls get treated?”

“P-Please…please. Fuck I’m gonna cum.”

“Ask nicely, Y/N.”

Leaning your head against the gangster’s, you murmured consistent pleas, begging for relief that he granted as the coil snapped and you practically screamed his name. Offering his fingers to his partner, Steve licked them clean before leaning over you so their lips could mingle together.

After digging in one of his drawers, Eddie produced some handcuffs and passed them over to Steve who took hold of your wrists restraining you to the headboard.

“These are my own set so they should feel more comfortable on your skin than his steel ones.”, Eddie grinned as he kissed your lips.

“Babe, you forgot to take off her dress.”

“Fuck, silly me.” Grabbing the slit in the fabric, he yanked it apart tearing it up the middle till it split in half and fell away. “There we go.”

“No bra, honey? Definitely bad girl behavior.”

“Eddie told me not to wear one.”, you whine as Steve’s gaze shifts his way.

“What? I like her tits. Sue me.”

While Eddie removed his suit, the officer yanked down your panties and tossed them onto the floor while he kissed your lips.

“I bet you want to suck my cock, don’t you dirty girl?”

“I do. Please.”

“I like that. Keep beginning me like that.”

Jumping back into bed, the gangster took hold of one of your legs and lifted it over his shoulder before guiding his cock into your entrance.”

“Oh my god.”

Fingers circled tightly around your neck as your eyes met Steve’s anger filled ones.

“I said beg me for my dick, little girl.”

“P-Please, Steve. I wanna—fuck, Eddie—I wanna choke on your cock. Please! I need it!”

Quickly, he unbuckled his belt and shimmied down his pants enough to free his length, allowing it to hover over your lips.

“Tap three times loudly if you need to stop, ok?”

“Yes, yes sir.”

“Oh, look at that, Eds. Little girl found her manners.”

Eddie smirked as he continued to slam his hips into yours at a rough pace, his thick fingers digging into your thigh as he used it for leverage.

Opening your mouth, you prepared for some the things they had been teaching you. Flattening your tongue you waited, mewling when he finally gave you what you were begging for. As his cock slid down your throat, his fingers tangled in your hair and you focused on the feeling as he slowly thrust his hips.

“Good…good girl. That’s it. Shit, baby. That’s it. You’re almost taking all of me.” Feeling your body tremble, Steve holds you still, allowing you choke and gag around him as you cum. “Yes! You’re ok, baby. Just a couple more seconds.”

Tapping once, you signal you need air and he immediately pulls out to pet your head, murmuring praises as Eddie slows his rhythm to almost a complete stop as he caresses your leg comfortingly.

“Good girl, honey. You did so fucking good. It took all my energy not to cum to but I want to cum inside your tight pussy, pretty girl. So beautiful. What color are we at, Y/N?”

“Green, baby. Green.”

At the word, the gangster lifts your other leg, pushing them together as he slowly thrusts his cock deep inside you.

As your eyes roll back and you moan, Steve kisses away your tears before murmuring against your lips, “Do you still want my dick, baby girl? Do you want me to fuck your pretty little throat? Feel us both deep inside you. I wonder if I can feel myself here.”, he coos as he gently places his hand on your neck. “I know I can feel Eddie fucking you so good. Right, honey?”

His large palm trails down your skin till you feel him press on your lower belly making you whimper louder as your back arches and you tug on your restraints.

“Yeah, he’s right here, nice and deep.”

Eddie grunts as his pace hastens, his partners words amping him up as Steve smiles. Lifting up on his knees once more, the officer holds his tip just above your lips, chuckling as your tongue needily reaches for him.

“Don’t forget what we talked about. Tap if you need to breathe or stop, baby. I’m gonna fuck your throat hard, ok?”

“Y-Yes. Please—fuck—please.”

Sliding his dick into your mouth, your eyes squeezed shut as he did what he said, constantly hitting the back of your throat over and over as the obscene sound of you gagging and drooling filled their ears. Both men became almost feral at the noise, Eddie shaking the bed as he pounded into you and Steve tugging harshly on your hair while mumbling under his breath.

“That’s it, little girl. Jesus. Your mouth feels so fucking good. Atta girl. Choke on my cock, you dirty little whore making a fucking mess. Mmm!”

Your legs abruptly hit the mattress as Eddie fell on top of you, wrapping his arms around your back as he rolled his hips into yours. The officer pulled back, stroking himself with his hand as he watched you both cum together. The gangster laid still trying to catch his breath as Steve reached down to play his hair.

“Fuck me. This pussy is too good.”, Eddie groaned as he sat up and lightly spanked your behind. “I’m glad it’s ours.”

After pulling out of you, both men shared a passionate filled kiss as they switched places, Steve wiggling underneath you so your back was on his chest. While the officer ran his palms over your breasts and along your sides, Eddie took hold of his partners cock, spitting over the tip before running it between your folds, teasing you both as it grazed your clit.

“Please.”, you whine.

Smirking, he did what you asked as the two of you groaned. Steve’s hands gripped your thighs, holding your legs open as he planted his feet into the mattress and thrust up into you.

“Fuck.”

“God, sweetheart, I wish you could see you both from my angle.”, the gangster moaned as he watched his boyfriend’s cock disappear inside you as he stretched you open. “Fuck me. Stevie didn’t even have the patience to take off the rest of his clothes.”, he chuckles, faltering the man’s rhythm as Eddie tugs his pants that had been pooled at his ankles the rest of the way.

Dropping your legs, one of Steve’s hands pulled your hair back as his other roughly kneaded your breast.

“Move your hips.”, he growled as you mewled, trying your best to bounce and roll your waist. “Harder, little girl. Make yourself cum again.” He continued to grumble with a rough tone in your ear, commanding you to move faster repeatedly while smacking your tits with his palm. Screaming his name, you stopped moving as your body shook against him and you pulled hard on the cuffs above you. “Atta girl. Fuck, I can feel your pussy quivering around me. You’re gonna give me one more and I’m gonna cum with you.”

“I…I can’t.”

“Color, princess?”, Eddie whispers as he presses his nose to your cheek.

“Green.”, you mumble as the tears stream down your face.

“Yeah? Fuck you look so beautiful like this with your make up running down like this. Fuck, baby. You can do it. You can give us one more.”

Steve starts moving again with purpose knowing he won’t last long and you most likely will spent after this. After licking his fingers, the long-haired man places them on your clit, rubbing circles into your nub as your sweaty head leans back while the other man clings to your waist.

“There you go, Y/N. Come on, baby! One more. You can do it!”, Eddie encourages, both men moving so fast you don’t even realize it’s coming till your orgasm hits you like a freight train. “Good girl! Good fucking girl.”

Circling his arms around you, Steve’s pace becomes sloppy till you feel him warm your insides as he grunts in your ear.

“Please…please…no…no more. I can’t.”

“No, sweetheart. You did so good. I’m going to uncuff you ok?” You nod as the gangster releases you from your binds and you wince at your sore muscles as you slowly bring your arms down. Steve carefully turns you both onto your side before pulling out of you, mumbling soft apologies as he tries not to hurt you. “Whenever you’re ready, we’re going to take a bath, ok? It will feel good on your body.”

After a few minutes of them smiling tenderly at you as they caressed and kissed parts of your skin, you signaled you were ready and Eddie lifted you into his arms as Steve ran the water. Doing what had become the norm, the gangster lit a cigarette as he sat behind you on the edge of the tub with his feet in the water as he began to clean you. What was new was when the officer pulled a wet wipe from a bag and kneeled beside you to clean your face.

“What’s that?”

“Oh, um, makeup remover. I bought it a while ago before all the bullshit happened for when you spend the night with us. Chrissy said this was a good brand for girl’s skin but if you have another just let me know.” It took him a moment to realize you two were staring at him with small smiles on your lips. “What? Hey, I’m a nice guy!”

“Yes, you are, pretty boy.”, Eddie coos sassily as he leans over to give him a peck as the man rolls his eyes.

“Thank you. You didn’t have to do that.”

His eyes remain downcast as he throws it away and places the bag on the counter.

“I know I don’t have to. I want to. WE want to…want you to be comfortable…and happy. Are you? Happy I mean.”

Tilting his chin, you kiss his lips as well making his smile grow.

“I am happy. Thank you for everything. It means a lot to me.”

Eddie’s already prepared when you lean your head back to kiss his lips as well making you giggle when he lingers making a loud mwah sound.

“Just because we settled the stuff with Jason doesn’t mean I’m out of danger does it?”

Both men freeze in place as they blink before Steve climbs into the bath in front of you and Eddie slides in behind you.

“No, it doesn’t. There’s always going to be people that want to challenge me and just because we scared Carver doesn’t mean he won’t fuck up again.”

“And like I told you before, now that people know you’re with Eddie, it may cause some ears to perk up with the police which may put more eyes on you than you’re used to.”

“But, sweetheart, we promise you we will do everything we can to keep you safe. I’d hurt or kill to protect you just like with Steve.”

“And, honey, I would hide evidence or lie to anyone in the department to protect you. Not just from people but any kind of jail time.”

“You’re ours, Y/N, and we will take care of you no matter what.”

You can feel their eyes penetrate you as your own remain off to the side as you absorb what they are saying.

Gently, fingers grip your chin, turning you to meet Steve’s soft honey hues.

“You can still leave if you want to. We can come up with a story to explain the party if you still want to have some…semblance of normalcy.”

“Whoa. Steve Harrington is breaking out the big words.”

You laughed at Eddie’s joke as the officer narrowed his eyes in playful annoyance.

“I don’t want to leave. I…”

You want to say it so bad. You want to tell them that you love them. But it’s only been a couple of months and they’ve been together for almost a year. No. You don’t want to scare them away after everything they just did to keep you safe. No…

“I…I trust you both.”

When you flash them a smile both men grin back as Eddie hugs you against his chest and Steve kisses your forehead.

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People -and this did include myself at one point- really don't want to engage with the fact that Belos is modeled after white supremacy by trying to bury this under the lens of "Oh he's actually a lonely weirdo like Luz!!!" when Belos' superiority complex is the most important part of him and it's where all analyses inevitably must stem from. I think the problem is that people are too attached to their speculative fanon version of Belos and instead of letting go of that to rebuild their understanding of him from the ground up (since he's a mysterious character who is only gradually revealed bit by bit), they keep clinging to this sympathetic tragic villain as the core behind their interpretation of him.

Everything about Belos makes so much more sense when you explore him as someone akin to a lot of right-wing 4channers; A lonely young boy who was radicalized because white supremacy promised to rescue him from his isolation, and after buying into it wholesale, he very much chose to cling onto the need to be superior to the "NPCs" even when someone close to him actually unlearns and deconstructs for him why this is harmful. He sees firsthand how someone just like him is happier for leaving this mindset, and then kills them to eliminate that contradiction threatening his world belief; At which point it’s inaccurate to infantilize him as just a lonely and misguided kid, because he’s no longer a kid and he made a very cognizant and informed choice to double down and commit actual violence.

And everyone knows that by this point, such people are not actually being sincere; They’re not secretly misguided, you can’t simply attribute their harm to not knowing better because this is what their religion says or whatever. These people know they’re committing harm, but rather than help on “lesser” people’s terms, they ‘help’ the way THEY see fit, in the way that strokes their ego. That’s what separates Philip from someone like Gwen, who humbled herself to focus on what Eda was saying she really needed. So the Titan’s summarization of Belos as someone who only cares about being the hero in his own delusion, and fears what he can’t control is… hardly an oversimplification, it really gets to the core of Belos as a character, and the narrative he embodies. It captures the difference between wanting to help and having a savior complex, and is what ends up delineating the two at the crucial crossroads.

And I find it a little concerning to joke about how this type of character is “just a silly guy” when people exactly like him are on the rise and committing very real violence right now. It’s also why I don’t buy the justification behind a lot of salt about how villains need to be humanized in order to show kids how THEY can become villains, because the show is fairly outright about how Belos rationalizes atrocities under the guise of the ‘greater good’ and refuses to self-reflect, and it’s not as if we don’t have Luz learning to understand characters like Amity or Lilith, the Collector and even Kikimora (whom she DID relate to personally, yet Kiki still doubled down with or without Belos), while still having the show emphasize that they need to get their act together and can’t just depend on people to save them.

There’s also the very obvious theme of Luz realizing she doesn’t owe her oppressor anything, especially not when he won’t ever meet her or anyone else on their terms, but idk some people just seem to hate Luz for having boundaries I guess, even though she already put in the effort to be kind and understanding to Belos and she got hurt for it. Hell the Collector made that effort after being inspired by Luz, and Luz was murdered protecting them from that mistake!!! There are some very obvious stories and lessons being told here with the actual protagonists being the heart of those narratives, but the problem I’ve noticed is that a lot of the people complaining on Belos’ behalf are those who hyperfixated almost exclusively on the Wittebane aspect of the lore, going over it with a fine tooth comb and microscope to extrapolate an entire fanon from the littlest of details… only to just ignore the actual show and narrative and themes happening on-screen.

And that leads to many not understanding various narrative decisions because they weren’t really paying attention to the actual point they’re in service to, and then they blame the writers for their own chosen ignorance, and how the story wasn’t about their part specifically so everything else doesn’t count and the whole show is wasted potential, really. The way so many of said fans immediately turned on Luz after the finale and tried to drag her down to Belos’ level by acting like she wasn’t any better for also wanting things and 'demonizing enemies', claiming Luz had unaddressed ‘flaws’ while Belos deserved more sympathy, and framing Belos as a ‘better’ character who ‘worked harder’ while claiming Luz was retconned into an arrogant chosen one who never grew, is actually baffling.

A lot of them are just upset that Belos didn’t play the role in Luz’s arc that they wanted him to play, so they’ve opted to dismiss Luz’s overall storyline as badly written and even a reflection of Dana's 'Catholic complex' (which is a tasteless jab to make) because they neglected the nuance behind every other aspect of Luz that wasn’t directly tied to Belos, that didn’t set her up as the one person who understands him or whatever because that’s more important to them than addressing the sheer trauma and pain that Belos willingly inflicted upon Luz. Because god forbid this brown girl be angry against her white abuser, huh? God forbid the white guy be used to set up the brown main character, rather than the other way around right????? It’s really just a jealous complaint about the show’s choice of priorities and celebration, hidden under the false guise of ever caring about Luz’s arc for Luz’s sake.

And that’s how you get insincere arguments about how Belos should’ve been able to survive, that’s how you get AUs that undermine the lessons of canon to egregiously relegate Luz to being Belos’ sidekick, or even present her as an obstacle to him getting his much-needed redemption, as if that last part hinges on all of Belos’ victims getting over their pain to help him, because obviously he needs it more than they do! Because we gotta spare Belos’ feelings by giving him friends instead of consequences!!! Unbelievable. He is not Amity, not Lilith, and definitely not Hunter, and the people who forgave them had actual reason to do so. And even Lilith had to move in with her mother so she could be given reparations by someone who actually owed it to her, rather than her younger sister and two kids.

And there’s definitely a major difference between Lilith and Gwen’s dynamic and Philip and Caleb’s, especially since Caleb was also a child when he moved into Gravesfield. Even if you think Belos' bigotry was radicalized due to 'grief' over losing his brother to witches, that's just entitlement and control because it's not as if Caleb can't have more than one positive relationship in his life; Philip is no better than people who blame minorities for some incident in their life and use that as justification to become white supremacists, and there's nothing sympathetic or 'tragic' about that.

But the point is that Caleb ultimately wasn’t THAT important to Belos because he’d always be secondary to witch-hunting, Belos clearly chose his white supremacy over his brother, and any ‘takebacks’ that come in the form of the Grimwalkers are insincere given Belos does nothing to actually repent or regret his violence committed on the people of the isles; It’d have been one thing if he DID try to undo his mistake by choosing differently, by cloning Caleb and giving up witch hunting, but he still doesn’t (Note that Belos does not hallucinate the ghosts of the witches he killed; He still feels no remorse over them, because his fear of being wrong comes from a selfish place). And unlike Luz, Belos can’t have it both ways because one option explicitly calls for the extermination of the other; It’s the Paradox of Tolerance that Luz struggled with, except contrary to what Belos claims, humanity’s existence does not require the eradication of others.

Because yes there IS a meaningful moral distinction between Luz and Belos -don’t forget they’re not just parallels but explicit opposites- that occurs even before you get into the genocide, not that you should neglect that other part either because it’s incredibly important, being the starting point for this entire rant. Society already has a bias towards devil’s advocating bigotry as some big misunderstanding, and prioritizing the angst of white dudes who commit it over the victims of color; Can we avoid applying that to fiction?!??!? I literally saw someone complain that the show didn’t portray Belos’ grief from murdering Luz, and that Luz’s “glory moment” took away from a Wittebane backstory!!! At this point, people are just being racist.

#the owl house #emperor belos #philip wittebane #luz noceda #caleb wittebane #vent #rant

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Rebuild & Restore - Chapter 5

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2 weeks later.... Friday

Eli: There’s a refresher and a donut waiting for u at the L&D desk ms I don’t like coffee.

Kiyana rolled her eyes with a grin as she texted Eli back. Josh narrowed his eyes as he watched Kiyana smile down at her phone. He tried to ignore it but when she started to actually giggle at the fucking phone he snuck around the kitchen counter and tried to get a peek at who she was texting but she caught on and quickly locked her phone and set down on the counter.

“You need something?” She asked, rolling her eyes when his eyes glanced down at her phone. “You got anything planned today or yall just gonna chill?” She asked, grabbing her lunch out of the fridge. When she turned back around he had her phone in his hands.“HEY!” She called out, snatching her phone out of his hands. “What are you doing?”

“You changed your password?” She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms over her chest.

“Why were you trying to go through my phone? We are div-”

“Divorced. Yeah you keep bringing it up.” She rolled her eyes and grabbed her bag.

“I get off at 9. Will y’all be good until then?” Josh nodded, his jaw was clenched tight as he kept thinking about how Kiyana changed her password to her phone. Kiyana rolled her eyes at his attitude before walking out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

“I love you!” She called out to the boys and Josh heard them call it back before the front door slammed shut.

“Love you too.” He muttered before going to join his sons in the living room.

“So you at Dr. Daniels seem to be getting close.” Debra , the senior nurse stated as she eyed the drink in Kiyana’s hand. Kiyana shrugged

“He’s cool.”

“Cool enough to be talking about asking you on a date.” Debra said, smirking when Kiyana snapped her head towards her.

“No, we’re just friends.” Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt. Her inner voice said.

Debra rolled her eyes. “Honey, I helped deliver Elijah forty-something years ago and that man still doesn't bring me coffee everyday.” Kiyana bit her lip and looked down the hall to where Eli was talking with another nurse. “Look, I know you just got divorced but shit, take the chance. You don’t have to fall in love with him.” Kiyanna sighed and shook her head, it was way too soon for her to even think about going on a date with another man. Her divorce was still fresh, like an open wound.

“ I think Key already talking to somebody else.” Josh blurted out as he, Trinity and Jon sat in their backyard, keeping a close eye on his two older boys who were swimming. He had put Kairo down for a nap.

“Well you were fucking someone else while y’all were married so who cares.” Trin said, smacking Jon on his shoulder when he elbowed her in her ribs. “I mean what did you expect? Kiyana is very attractive and now she’s single.” Trin shrugged.

“Don’t kick the man while he’s down Trin.”

“Yeah, damn Trinity. I thought we were better than that.” Josh tried to joke but Trinity was still very pissed off at him. “I know I fucked up. But it’s only been two weeks.”

“How long is she supposed to wait? Until you’re ready for her to move on?” Trin rolled her eyes. “Leave that woman alone. Her life is no longer a concern of yours..” Josh didn’t say anything as he brought his attention back to his sons. How was I supposed to get her back if she’s moved on already?

“Fuck him” Shanté muttered. “Fuck him and his stupid mullet. It’s 2024, the eighties called, they want their hairstyle back.” She said giggling at her own joke. Nikkita rolled her eyes from where she was sitting on their couch.

“Tae, I been told you to stop messing with that man, She might've divorced him but he still loves her. You can’t compete with that.” Shanté flipped off her best friend and took another swig from the wine bottle they were passing back and forth.

“He told me he never wanted to be with me, Nikki.” Nikkita didn’t respond back because.. Duh. It was pretty obvious. Josh only hit Shanté up after the RAW tappings on Monday’s and as soon as he would fly back home to Pensacola he would block her, then start the cycle all over again the next Monday. Nikkita felt bad for her friend but she had also warned her the first time Shanté had told her she hooked up with Josh.

Kiyana was Josh’s high school sweetheart and from experience, Nikkita knew that Shanté never stood a chance.

Kiyana let out a sigh of relief as she clocked out for the day. She can finally go home and be with her boys for 3 whole days. Just as she was about to walk out the front door she heard her name being called. She turned and smiled once she saw it was Elijah.

“Hey.”

“Hey,” He said back slightly out of breath. “I ran all the way down here. Though I missed you.” He smiled at her.

“You just caught me.” She said, feeling herself blush under the heat of his stare. “Wassup?”

“I wanna take you out tomorrow night.” Kiyana blinked. “If it's too soon. I apologize, but I really like you Kiyana.” She clutched her purse strap tighter as she felt the butterflies in her tummy start to rumble around. Kiyana only got that feeling with one man before and she had just divorced him two weeks ago.

Elijah sighed as she just stared at him. “It’s too soon isn’t it?” Kiyana quickly broke out of her stupor and shook her head.

“No,” She cleared her throat. “ I would love to go out with you”

“Yeah?” Eli asked. “Bet, do you have a babysitter for tomorrow?” Kiyana nodded. “Okay, tomorrow at 8. Text me your address.”

Kiyana bit her lip as she watched him run back into the hospital, the butterflies more intense as she thought about their date tomorrow night. She let out a groan and let her head fall back, looking towards the sky. She was so fucking screwed.

Kiyana got her first date since the divorce.. Josh about to be soooooooooooooooooooooooooo fucking petty 😭, y'all just don't understand.

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god bless u for the 141/fallout post i’ve been going feral thinking about a fallout au where simon is a pre-war ghoul who fought in the great war and still wears his power armor to hide that fact 🙏🙏 better yet even simon/reader fallout au where they were married before the bombs fell, and being a military wife she was lucky enough to get a space in a vault but ended up in cryo-freeze while he became a ghoul and they meet again 200 years later

Fallout!AU Ghoul!Simon “Ghost” Riley x fem!reader WC: 1.2K words Note: Hi anon! I had to do a little research about how exactly ghouls and cryo-freeze functioned, sorry for getting back to you so late! (does it still functionally make sense no but shh its fine) Anyways, I hope you enjoy! (:

Ghost who was already in the process of becoming a ghoul before the Great War! Already a renowned soldier; one of which was elected for a new experimental drug. For the sake of humanity he was told, after all, doing this will guarantee a spot in the vaults for him and his precious little wife! Doesn’t he want you to be safe? Though he might not have necessarily agreed with the means, don’t the rewards outweigh the consequences? Doesn’t he want to live out the rest of his days in peace with you? For a good vault- wanting the best for you.

These tests, these experiments.. would end up taking a toll eventually. Too late for you to ever see of course. Well, by the time the great war actually starts, it’s far too late to see the effects of it at all. The experiments required him to stay on base- very seldom ever actually seeing you. “Just a few more weeks.” You were constantly told, and of course full heartedly you’d believe him. Why would he have any reason to lie? So when the first bomb drops.. And then the next. It was no surprise when you were forced to go into a vault without your husband, so scared. All alone without him. ):

The experiments therefore spiraled, the results becoming null, nothing necessarily coming from them- too many variables being added. And with the radiation from all the bombs well.. He was no longer a ghost but a ghoul.

He’d be similar to ‘The Ghoul’ in the show in my opinion! Fighting his way through the wasteland, killing, maiming- adapting. Becoming the monster that was always sort of lingering beneath the skin, going back to baser instincts. Everything he did was for his vows. For you. See, I'd imagine that he would wear a power-suit at first, especially when his skin starts to sort of stretch and shrivel, like a burn— eye sockets sinking, nose concaving. If he had found you, he didn’t want you to see what he was becoming; his humanity unraveling faster than he could keep the spool pulled taut.

Though.. the first year passes. Then the first decade. A century. Two.

Eventually time slows to a lull; without direction nor guidance. Always sort of be bordering on turning feral, one mishap away from just totally snapping. Enough for life itself to become a constant loop of just sort of.. apathy. Life wasn’t kind enough to people like him, never allowing anything good to stay in their lives. So why would it in this hellscape as well? Going through this so-called life like it was nothing more than a hindrance. Traveling through the land, taking on dead man’s jobs; not caring for the consequences at this point. Because what really was the point without you by his side? Never forming attachments, after all, why bother? He’d outlive them anyway.

Throughout the years, settlements pop up left and right- factions forming, most dying out faster than he could blink. These days, vaults come to the surface- trying to rebuild, kind to any poor soul or raider that they come across, like sheep walking right into the maws of a wolf. Then.. a new community sprouts up.

Groups of thousands coming up to the surface, building a town- starting a new life. It really wasn’t anything new; Ghost had seen it and experienced it before. Would be a year or two at most of having a bed, having a steady access to food and drink- the meals always tasted like ash, if he thinks hard enough he might’ve remembered how your cooking tasted. He could blink and he was back in his home, watching you sway to some music on the radio, donned in a frilly apron, and you’d turn around and he could swear he could smell what you had in your hands. His imagination always ended up the same way; his eyes would eventually lead up to where your face was; blurry and being forgotten- he’d startle back to the reality at hand, mood darkening.

So this new community. It wasn’t really a question of whether he was to make his way there, if not to stay for a brief moment of peace then to swindle them out of some supplies. Because at the end of the day they were vaulters. Nothing in the grand scheme of things: would probably die to some raiders anyway. They were always so eager to please, to see the good in people, and they were just so welcoming and hospitable.

And then he saw.. you.

The dreams, his imagination- the fog seemed to clear the moment he saw you again; even from a distance.. It was just how he had remembered you- his wife. You look like you haven't aged a day, donned in a blue clad jumpsuit. Simon watches with a dry mouth as you provide a kind smile to one of the people next to you, nodding your head as the pair of you attempt to cultivate the soil. He sees the way you jolt when the man’s hand brushes over your own as if he had shocked you- and his own eyes narrow at the sight, staring unblinkingly as if he might miss something.

A mirage, it was easy to think. A trick of the light even- the radiation boiling his brain enough to fuck with his head, to give him some twisted hope about something that should not be possible. You.. should be dead. Long gone and yet- why were you in front of him? A phantom? Another way to mock him?

The more he looked he knew it was not the case. He could hear your voice- the cadence, all sounding just as how he's remembered it for the last eon. It made him wonder however- why were you smiling? Why.. were you laughing? He wasn’t with you- so why did you seem so happy then?

There was something about a corpse yearning for someone full of life even still; for someone who was unburdened by centuries of an unforgiving and cruel world. He felt like Icarus, wanting to get closer; to see if he would melt if he got too close to the warmth. He’d be willing to burn if it meant that you were within reach again. His left hand felt heavy as he flexed it to try and release some tension, gold band digging into his skin. And with how sweet you looked, it only made his teeth ache and fingers twitch over the handle of his gun, longing to be with only you. Would your skin be as soft as he remembered? His throat felt dry, taking a step forward, aching to herd you back to where you belonged. Would your body still sing for him, even as your husband has turned into a monster, even as the stench of death and rot seems to follow him everywhere he goes?

Would you still remember him? ..Did that matter at this point? He’s never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

After all, in sickness and in health, until death do us part.

#simon ghost riley #ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #Fallout!AU #Ghoul!Ghost #simon ghost riley x reader #dark fic #call of duty #cod #cod x reader #cod mw2 #cod mw2 x reader #x reader

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wheredidhiseyebrowsgo · 1 year

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hi! I was wondering if you knew of any fics where stiles sides with peter in season 1, with no smut? also, preferably sterek, but not necessary. ty in advance!

Hi anon! @kevaaronday found these for you.

we are the choices we make by EclipseWing(23/23 | 91,575 | Teen) The first major turning point changes. It's not as simple as a change in who was bitten. Maybe it would have been easier that way, if one of them was still human.

[or: in which Stiles and Scott both get bitten, and Stiles picks the alpha’s side.]

Sympathy for the Devil by KouriArashi(14/14 | 72,522 | Mature | Steter) Stiles gets a job as a hospital orderly and finds himself becoming strangely attached to the catatonic man on the long-term care ward, and finds out that there's a lot more to Peter Hale than there seems…

This House Has Long Been Over by ketren (8/8 | 37,165 | Teen | Sterek) The infamous Hale House is haunted by memories of the past—in more ways than one.

When a pretty-much-homeless Stiles allows Peter Hale to drag him to shelter on a cold winter night, he KNOWS it's a terrible idea. On the run from his own demons, Stiles is constantly trying to rein in his weird visions of residual hauntings—and in the Hale House, he can't always tell past from present.

Still, he watches Peter wrathfully hunt the guilty party while Derek rebuilds what's lost...and he grows curious about what reallyhappened to the Hale ghosts. And just what that means for the remaining Hales.

Into Eden by GracieBirdie(1/1 | 12,232 | Mature | Steter) Stiles deciding to bring home the stray alpha he'd hit with his jeep probably made him certifiable, if it hadn't turned out Peter was as crazy as he was.

The Choices We Make by Theraputic_Steter(1/1 | 8,041 | Teen | Steter) “You’re quite the clever one, aren’t you?” Peter mused, voice like honey.

“I like to think so."

“What’s your name?”

“Stiles.”

Peter smiled slowly, looking like a cat that just caught the canary. “Well hello, Stiles,” he purred, eyes flashing a bloody red.

Stiles grinned victoriously. Viciously.

The hunt was on.

In Pack We Trust by kiranightshade (1/1 | 5,046 | Mature | Steter) Stiles harbors Derek when he's on the run. They talk and they bond and then they find Peter.

Stiles didn't expect to like Peter and he certainly didn't expect to join him.

Touch Therapy by syriala (1/1 | 4,043 | Gen | Steter) “You’re hugging Peter,” Derek said from behind them, confusion very obvious in his voice.

“Yep,” Stiles gave back, not moving from his current position, speaking more into Peter’s hair than anything.

“Why are you hugging him?” Derek asked, and Stiles shrugged as best as he could, with his arms still around Peter.

“He just woke up from a coma. I don’t even want to think about how long he went without a hug,” Stiles gave back.

Or the one where Stiles derails Peter’s plans by aggressively hugging the shit out of him.

twisted measure by Aminias(1/1 | 1,151 | Mature | Steter) The man smirked, and it could have lured angels to sin. Stiles cursed his heart for skipping another step, he blamed it on the flash of fang and crimson eyes. “My niece,” he said.

“That’s sick,” Stiles stated, staring him down, unwilling to look away. Orbs the color of garnet gems with the richness of blood diamonds regarded him in return.

“I don’t see you running.”

Like Recognises Like by MyLittleAngel(1/1 | 1,071 | Gen) For @bethederektomystiles/BeTheDerekToMyStiles random-sentence-prompts over on Tumblr. The inspiration was "You need to stop leaving dead bodies in my kitchen."

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robininthelabyrinth · 10 months

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@thedarkline ask which disappeared:

Can you do one where Huisang is upset about the loss of his best friends? After the cloud recesses and the training camp he looked forward to seeing Wei Wuxian and JC again and now they don’t even like each other and WW is so cold now. Maybe they deserve a forced vacation?

ao3

Nie Mingjue blinked.

“Oh,” he said. “I see. This is a hallucination, and I should go get checked out by the doctors.”

“Rude, da-ge,” Nie Huaisang sniffed. “Also, you should in fact go get checked out by the doctors some more. I’m still worried about you, you got out of bed too quickly after everything. But also: rude!”

“All right, I’ll concede that maybe I didn’t hallucinate and you in fact said what you said,” Nie Mingjue said. “But…why? I thought you liked Wei Wuxian!”

“I do like him! Of course I like him!”

Nie Mingjue threw his hands into the air. “Then why in the world would you want me to bring him to trial?”

“Because he hasn’t done anything wrong,” Nie Huaisang said. “It’s all a bunch of rumor and innuendo, and now Jiang Cheng had to throw him out of the sect and pretend he doesn’t like him – which is ridiculous – and we can’t all hang out the way we used to and it’s awful, da-ge! Just awful!”

“Pretty awful for Wei Wuxian stuck living on the Burial Mounds and Jiang Cheng having to rebuild his sect all by himself, but yes, by all means, let’s focus on how it affects you personally,” Nie Mingjue said dryly. “No fun hangouts with your friends. How will you survive?”

Nie Huaisang ignored him.

“My point is,” he said loftily, “if he’s found innocent after a trial, then he can come back. It’s perfect!”

“Huaisang…”

“I’m serious.”

Nie Mingjue rubbed his forehead and, reluctantly, started trying to actually think it through. Nie Huaisang could sometimes be distracted by shiny things, like a shopping trip or a new fan, but sometimes he would demonstrate his heritage by getting his teeth into something and stubbornly refusing to let up on it, ever.

It was nice to see him living up to at least some family traditions.

“Wei Wuxian did murder some Jin sect guards,” he pointed out. “He’s unquestionably guilty of that.”

“First off, no one cares about that,” Nie Huaisang rebutted. “And you know it.”

“They should. The fact that the Jin are soulless bastards isn’t exculpatory.”

“No, but also you’re wrong. The fact is, Wei Wuxian didn’t kill them.”

“What?”

“He didn’t! Wen Ning did.”

“…I’m not sure how it’s better that the Ghost General was involved.”

Nie Huaisang waved his fan at him. “Da-ge, don’t be obtuse! Wen Ning wasn’t the Ghost General at that point – he was just a fierce corpse. No consciousness.”

Nie Mingjue waited for his brother to explain his logic. He assumed there was some, anyway.

Nie Huaisang rolled his eyes as if he thought Nie Mingjue was being purposefully slow just to mess with him, which he wasn’t, for once. “Da-ge. Wen Ning was a fierce corpse who had been killed by the Jin sect guards. If he’d resurrected without Wei-xiong’s help, would anyone have said anything?”

“Of course not. A murderer’s victim seeking vengeance for the crime committed against them is a classic case that calls for liberation, provided they haven’t killed anyone else in the process or gotten a taste for killing people such that they would continue doing so afterwards.”

“Exactly.”

“But Wei Wuxian did resurrect him.”

“Naturally he did! He was looking for his friend, he wanted to speak with him; he’s a demonic cultivator. What could be more natural? It’s no different from a Lan playing Inquiry to see if they can find a lost soul. How was Wei Wuxian to know that the Jin sect guards had murdered him, and that Wen Ning would therefore arise as a fierce corpse bent on immediate vengeance?”

Nie Mingjue wanted to laugh, and also possibly to suggest that Nie Huaisang consider picking up a sideline in advocacy, except that he really didn’t actually want a lawyer in the family.

“All right,” he said, suppressing his amusement. “Let’s say I’m following where you’re leading. Then why didn’t Wei Wuxian, demonic cultivator, stop the murder?”

“Da-ge, please,” Nie Huaisang cast him a horrified look. “You’re not suggesting a cultivator can be held responsible for not acting swiftly enough to stop something, are you? Imagine how much of the cultivation world might be at risk if that were the rule!”

“Mm. A good point. Didn’t I hear somewhere that Wei Wuxian had already known that the Jin sect guards had killed Wen Ning…?”

“Surely Wei-xiong would never make such an assumption about the good, upstanding people that a good, upstanding sect like Lanling Jin took on as their own. It must have been a misunderstanding. You know how young heroes are, all bluster and hot air. Are we kicking people out of sects just for that?”

Nie Mingjue’s shoulders were shaking with the effort to keep his laughter inside.

“There, you see! Perfectly logical,” Nie Huaisang concluded, throwing his sleeves up with a flourish. “Obviously the entire sequence of events that led to Jiang Cheng kicking Wei Wuxian out is simply a misunderstanding. Easily resolved!”

“Right. And the Wen sect? They were supposed to be in Jin sect custody.”

“Uh, da-ge, the Jin sect appointed guards that killed some of them, a fact we know for sure because we’ve gotten it based on the testimony of the dead – again, like Inquiry. Are you saying we can’t rely on things like Inquiry? What will the Lan sect say if they hear you suggest such a thing?”

“I’m suggesting that we still need to do something with the Wen sect.”

“Let Jiang Cheng take them and put them to work.” Nie Huaisang shrugged. “He’s got a whole sect to rebuild, hasn’t he? Anyway, they were the ones who were massacred, they should get first call on what to do with them.”

“Firstly, taking them in means that Jiang Cheng has to feed them –”

“The Jin sect can pay for that, if they’re so enthusiastic about helping deal with them.”

“Secondly, why would Jiang Cheng want the kinsman of the people who killed his parents? I thought you liked him?”

“I’m getting him back Wei Wuxian,” Nie Huaisang said. “He’s going to have to deal with the baggage Wei Wuxian picked up along the way on his own. What do I look like, someone who fixes things for people? Please, da-ge. I’m only human. There’s only so much that I’m capable of.”

Nie Mingjue gave in and started laughing.

#mdzs #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #my fic #my fics #another old one #and a theme I've hit before #maybe even posted htis one before???#but I like this one anyway because of the stupid lawyering

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Impulsive

Warnings: a silly fight with JJ, unprotected sex, implied Somno, slight manipulation

To say I was pissed was the understatement of the fucking year. I loved JJ Maybank more than anything in the world but sometimes his lack of impulse control really got to me. It was cute when he was 16. Maybe even 18. But now at 23, I wanted to strangle him.

I’d lost the fight over him buying a second hot tub. I’d even lost the fight over him painting Poguelandia on the side of his truck. Now, we were fighting over his desire to tear our house down and rebuild it with an underground bunker. A bunker. On an island. Sea levels meant nothing to an impulse controlled Pogue.

So I went to bed after our last fight and I made sure to sprawl out in the center of the bed. Naked. I also made sure to layer myself up in sweet smelling lotion that I knew he loved. I couldn’t put it on without him practically attacking me. I was willing to play dirty. Pussy was the only way to reason with JJ.

Let him decide who’s going to win this one.

Y/N didn’t get it. She didn’t understand why a bunker was so important. Crazy shit happened all the time. I’d just let her cool off before I approached the subject again.

After I cleaned up around the house to earn some extra brownie points, I made my way to our bedroom where she’d retired for the night. The first thing that caught my attention was the moon shining brightly in through the window she’d left open. The second was that she was sleeping naked and completely spread out for me. I took a deep breath, immediately smelling that sugar cookie fucking lotion she likes to taunt me with.

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat. I knew what this was. It was a trap. I was a weak man and she knew that. She was using sex to gain the upper hand. Even as I shook my head, trying to erase the image of her bared pussy from my brain, my cock thickened painfully in my shorts. She stirs, bending one knee and spreading herself open further. I could see her little hole. The one I’d swore led straight to heaven.

The lump in my throat is too thick to swallow, my insides tightening while my dick begs to be freed. I undo my shorts just for some relief and step out of them when they hit the bedroom floor. I slip my shirt off next because it’s getting warm in here. I’m leaking in my boxers so I might as well take those off too.

I move to the edge of the bed, my body buzzy was the need to rut into her until the bed fucking breaks. She did this on purpose. I move between her legs, resisting the urge to feast on her pussy. I loved eating her pussy but I needed to turn this around. I needed to gain the upper hand. I spit on her clit, maneuvering onto my knees so I can smear the saliva with the head of my cock. I press against her entrance, feeling her warmth trying to suck me in deep when I hear her suck in a breath. She jerks upright and away from me, shoving me in the chest. I all but growl at her, grabbing the backs of her knees and hauling her back.

“Stop. I’m mad at you.” She snarls, smacking at my chest before I quickly restrain her hands.

“I can tell. You never sleep naked.”

“It’s not for you.”

“Oh yea? Who’s it for? Your other boyfriend?”

“Maybe.” I shake my head, biting my bottom lip as I try to reign myself in. This girl was a fucking brat. She always knows how to fuck with me. To make me completely unhinged.

“You can’t waive a steak in front of a hungry lion and expect him not to bounce.” I warn, letting my gaze wander down her naked body. Her nipples were hard and begging to be sucked on. The heat from her pussy was calling to me.

“Maybe the lion shouldn’t piss off the hand that feeds him.” She snarks, attempting to close her legs but I stop her, gritting my teeth.

“Baby—.”

“Nope. I don’t care.”

“Just the tip.” I was teetering on the ledge of insanity, my dick wedged against her thigh. I guide it to her opening and she pulls her hips back.

“No. It’s never just the tip with you. If you wanna fuck me then you’re going to have to apologize.” She pushes against my chest as I smear my precum all over her mound. I couldn’t think straight. All the blood was rushing to my dick. I could only focus on one thing and that was feeling her wrapped around my cock.

“Im sorry.” I guide my cock back down but she stops me against, grasping my jaw and forcing me to meet her eyes.

“Do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”

“No.” She rolls her eyes, trying not to laugh as she releasing a shuddering breath. She might be able to resist me but I could see and feel how wet her pussy was.

“You can’t build a bunker. End of story, J.” She says, searching my face for any sign of recognition. I could hardly remember the fight about the bunker. I’d moved on from that and was focused on getting inside her.

“Fine. Lay back.” I shove her back on the bed and she gasps just as I ease the tip inside her. Her back arches off the bed as I watch my cock slowly disappear inside her. The heat from her pussy washes over me and sends sparks up my spine.

“JJ.” She moans my name, grabbing both her breasts and tweaking her nipples. I’m torn between watching her and watching as I withdraw my cock, seeing that it’s already coated in her creamy goodness before I shove it back inside.

“You little demon. Using this sweet pussy to get your way.” I growl, tightening my grip on her thighs before I start to move. She moans louder as I drive inside her faster and faster. I lift her legs, shoving them together and bracing them against my chest while securing them tightly with one arm. My other hand is planted between her breasts, holding her in place as I start to fuck her deeper.

“Oh god.” She cries out, everything tightening as she nears her release.

“Cum, baby.” I bite out, signaling both our releases at the same time. We both moan loudly as her pussy contracts, sucking every bit of cum out of me and draining my balls. I finally slow to a stop, letting her legs drop back down to the bed as we both fight to catch our breath. A thin layer of sweat covers us both and with the way she’s still gripping me, I’m tempted to fuck her again.

“Are you happy now?” I ask before leaning down to kiss her. She smirks against my lips, wrapping her limps around me as she kisses me back hard.

“For now.”

#smutwarning #outer banks smut #jj maybank smut #jj maybank fic #jj maybank imagine #obx2 #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank x you #jj obx #rudy pankow #outer banks x reader

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liyahin4k · 1 month

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Can you do a part 3 for Paige x leah about like a gender reveal and stuff and then end it with a going into labor cliff hanger

𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 pt 3

(𝐁𝐖𝐖𝐖)

(𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐠𝐞 𝐱 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐡)

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐲-what could it be

You were now 4 months going on 5 you didn’t what to know the gender but Paige did so for her you threw a surprise gender reveal party.

You had it set up at her parents house so you had the girls hold her back for the day so you and her mom and yours could set up the look on her face when she came out back was priceless.

You did all this for me she wrapped her arms around your waist yeah I know how bad you wanted this and you get the honors to reveal the gender you answered wrapping your arms around her neck.

Really her smile brightened yep you softly smiled pulling her into a kiss.

It was almost sunset, just a couple more minutes until the reveal when Paige pulled your father to the side nervously scared of him I mean just look at him he looks like he could crush her with one hand.

Gulping she started the conversation I-i know you don’t really like me like that but..I’m madly in love with your daughter and I would do anything to make her happy.

She then pulled out a small box and opened it rebuilding a diamond ring..I w-wanna marry your daughter..he blatantly stared at her with his arms crossed w-with your permission, of course she mumbled nervously.

There was a short pause before he answered bueckers if you hurt her I’ll beak your face he nodded making her gulp so t-that a y-yes he cut her off she slowly nodded and thanked him slowly walking away and bueckers he called out making her freeze.

I don’t hate you but I don’t like you either but if it make my little girl happy that I’d do like you..then I’m willing to try he finished and walk away Paige watched him walk away and shock.

Hey what was that all about you asked walking next to her w-what on yeah nothing she rushed out you gave her a weird look ok well it time you handed her a basket ball you had planned for her to to shoot her shot with the ball and when she did you have someone set up cannons.

Filled with pink or blue confetti that would go off when she did.

She took her position on the basketball court. Her parents had set up when she was little she nervously bounce the ball she took a deep breath before throwing the ball making it into the net the two cannons went off with a loud bang pink confetti and power shot into the sky.

Everyone screamed Paige jumping up and down she then ran towards you to spin you around tears in her eyes happy she got her girl.

Months later you know 8 months pregnant it was almost that time you and Paige now more careful then ever.

That night Paige decided to cook for you too that night you had to beg her to help with something finally saying yes she let you cut the vegetables as she sang her heart out to share my world as you laughed at her then all of a sudden you felt liquid fall down your leg making you freeze.

You looked down and saw a puddle of water form under you Paige you whispered in shock she didn’t hear you screaming to the top of her lungs the song lyrics.

Paige you yelled over her when you felt a sharp pain in your stomach what she paused and looked at you confused.

My water broke you answered her eyes widened and looked down and saw the puddle of water on the e floor she then looked back at you.

Holy shit.

#paige bueckers #kk arnold #azzi fudd #paige bueckers x reader #lesbians #pregnancy #gender reveal

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Friends- Blaise Zabini x reader

Fluff drabble, post-break up reconciliation <3

It’s been two weeks since your break up with Blaise already, and honestly when you saw him, you still felt a sting in your heart. It didn’t work out in the end because both of you couldn’t manage to communicate with each other, and as lazy of an excuse it may sound like, it was true. Towards the end of your relationship you barely talked with each other anymore. It was as if you were even less than friends. Perhaps you were never meant to be in a romantic relationship after all because functioning couples would probably try harder to stay together.

But you couldn’t even manage that, instead you grew apart. The only time you’d see each other was class and every time you guys even made remote eye contact, it turned awkward for both of you.

Besides classes quidditch was always and still is a common ground. Blaise was obviously known for being a great beater and you for being a talented chaser, whose role is also substitute seeker. During training you still caught yourself secretly staring at him, but it was all in a harmless manner. Innerly you wish you’d still be friends, after all he was an incredibly caring and sensible person, yet some things just don’t work out, no matter how much you want them to. And neither one of you made the effort to rebuild a friendship. Or rather, you knew that you lacked the courage to take the first step.

Right now you should probably take your mind off of Blaise though and focus on the big game on Saturday against Gryffindor. Draco had gotten himself into the hospital wing due to a stupid leg injury caused by juvenile fighting, so winning the game as seeker should be your primary focus…

*time skip*

“HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE THE SNITCH?”

“ARE YOU BLOODY BLIND?!?”

“GREAT, WHAT AN AMAZING IDEA IT WAS TO HAVE YOU PLAYING AS SUBSTITUTE”

Your team-mates were yelling at you from every direction possible. As you already established, some things, as much as you want them to work out, oftentimes just don’t. Sometimes you wondered how it was possible that whenever you wanted something badly, it never seemed to work out in the end.

Feeling tears already forming in your eyes, you can only mutter out a pathetic sorry and run away from everything. It’s incredibly unfair to you. They were acting like you were the entire reason you lost, just because you weren’t completely focused. Even if you didn’t play your best, it wasn’t only your fault, and it’s supposed to be a team effort anyway. Still, no matter what you try to console yourself with, you still feel like crap.

During times like these, funnily enough, Blaise would probably be a great comfort to you, you think to yourself. In those times when you did communicate, Blaise knew how to cheer you up the best. Drowning in your despair, you didn’t even notice how much time had passed until you suddenly heard an all too familiar voice.

“I knew I’d find you here”, the voice echoes down to you.

Your heart stops for a second. Almost electrified. Hurriedly, you wipe away your tears.

“B- Blaise? What are you doing here?”

Hopefully you didn’t sound and look too distraught. Did he follow you?

“Whenever you’re upset, you come to this tree in the forbidden forest”

He sat down next to you, and before you could pull back he embraced you for a hug. Subconsciously your first reaction is to cling onto him. You feel his strong arms wrap around you so lovingly, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. All it took was one genuine, caring moment, and most of the awkwardness had faded away. No one in so long has been this familiar and comforting.

“You know, even though we’re not technically on speaking terms, I still care about you right? I just didn’t know if you still wanted to have anything to do with me”

“Of course I do, and thank you”, you sniffle. It was indescribably how much weight lifted off your shoulders in that exact moment.

“So, wanna start over as friends?”

“I would love that”

Apparently, a crappy quidditch game was all it took for one of the best people you know to be in your life again. And that “friends” term seemed good. At least for now…

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Violent delights

Warnings: None (sunshine before the storm)

Pairings: Jacaerys Velaryon x oc

1.05

You sit in your large bed, waiting for your husband to join you, with your daughter Rhaenys tucked in beside you as she clutches a book to her chest with one hand while the other holds onto a thinned-out blanket that Lucerys gave her the day she was born in the other as her eyes slowly start to close over.

When Jacaerys finally steps into your shared bedchamber after bathing in a separate room, you smile and say, “Guess who’s fallen asleep without a bedtime story?”

Jace gives you a shocked look. “Really?”

You nod before carefully removing the book from her grasp and placing it on the ground beside the bed. Already dressed in his sleepwear, Jace removes his shoes and sits on the edge of the bed in front of you, his cold fingers heating up against your warm skin as he begins to massage your swollen feet. It was the first night in a long time that your daughter had fallen asleep with Jace reading her a story first, and it saddened you slightly. “Our little girl is growing up; soon she’ll be sleeping in her own bed.”

Giving your foot a squeeze, he says, “I doubt that; she’s insisting on being here to care for the new baby during the night.”

The next few moments pass in a comfortable silence until you feel the baby moving. You grab Jace’s hand and place it on your stomach, where the baby is kicking. The look of pride on his face fills your heart with warmth. All of your children meant the world to him. Over the years, Jace had been pushing himself to become the best swordsman and dragon rider possible, along with trying to learn the world of politics so he could protect his family the best he could.

“This baby is going to be wild,” you say quietly. “A fine knight, I suspect; all they do is wriggle about.”

“How long do you think it will be before they are here?”

“In a couple of weeks maybe, I just hope that everything that is happening doesn’t stress the baby out.”

Jace leans forward and presses a kiss on your bump, feeling the silky material of your nightgown press against his lips. “After tomorrow, all of this will be behind us, and we won’t need to return to King’s Landing again until our mother is crowned.”

—

“Lucerys will understand if you stay here; you don’t need to force yourself to travel given the circumstances,” your mother says softly.

The plans to travel to the Red keep didn’t go as hoped; the morning you intended to leave, your water broke, and two long days of labor began. Despite the fear of being alone, the feeling of guilt for giving the greens another thing to hold over your family was greater. You insisted continuously that they leave and go to King's Landing without you, but the mere suggestion of being apart for the first time since your wedding had sent Jacaerys head spinning, and he point blank refused to leave your side, as did your mother, Daemon, and Luke. All of them refused to leave until they knew you and the baby were safe.

“I will not stay here while Luke is subjected to the same treatment we have been. Jace and Aemma are going to fly on Vermax with Viserion beside them,” you clear your throat. “Do you think I could have a separate carriage? I don’t want the baby disturbing the children during the journey.”

Your mother sits in the chair placed beside your bed. Brushing hair out of your face, she smiles, “Of course, my girl, anything you need.”

“Thank you,” you glance at the door, hearing the knight knocking at it, “come in.”

The knight opens the door for one of your handmaidens to enter, carrying a delicious-smelling tray of food. After losing more blood than your previous labors, you were taking longer to recover and felt exhausted and weak. You hadn’t attempted to feed your newborn yourself yet, knowing you needed to rebuild your strength first. Luckily, Drangstone had amazing cooks who knew how important nutrition was to both mother and child.

Your mother moves the chair back as the handmaiden places the tray over you and says, “Thank you.”

“He looks just like Jace.”

You look up at your mother between mouthfuls of food and say, “I’m glad. All my children are beautiful, but I wanted at least one to have his features.”

“Have you thought of a name yet?”

“Jacaerys and I have decided on one, but we want to wait until we are with our grandsire before revealing it,” you smile, thinking about how the idea came around. “It was actually Joffrey’s idea that we keep it secret; he thought it would be a nice surprise after... everything.”

Your mother looks touched, “my kindhearted boy.”

—

Laughter fills the air as Jace twirls you in his arms before lowering you enough that your feet dip into the icy-cold water below.

“Jacaerys!” You giggle, trying to wrap your arms around his shoulder to hold yourself up. “Hold me up, it’s freezing!”

“Dragons are always warm,” he says before crashing his lips against your own.

He places his hands under your bum, pulling you up so you can wrap your legs around his waist. You deepen the kiss before playfully nipping his bottom lip with your teeth. Luckily, it was nighttime, and nobody would be able to see you acting like horny teenagers.

Pulling back from the kiss, you place your head against his shoulder and say, “Well, maybe I’m using up all my warmth growing another dragon.”

Jace is quiet as he slowly lowers you down, his hand resting against your stomach. “Are you with child again?”

“The maester confirmed it yesterday; I was going to tell you earlier, but this is the first time I’ve had you alone.”

Kissing your forehead, Jace pulls you in for a hug. When you were first married, he was genuinely content with only ever having one child, Aemma. Jace never wanted you to go through the pain you felt during your marriage to Aegon, but it now seemed as if the gods had blessed your relationships because you were pregnant for the third time with his child. He pulls you in closer, saying, “I love you.”

Panic surges through you as your eyes flutter open. Where was your baby? You had requested to be in a separate carriage so that your newborn's cries wouldn’t wake the other children while they slept through the trip, but then you remembered you weren’t alone. Daemon insisted on riding with you, as did your youngest daughter. Your blurry eyes finally adjust, and your panic ends when your eyes land on Daemon, who is sitting across from you, holding your son in his arms. You smile at Rhaenys, who clung to Daemon’s side as she sucked her thumb.

You look out the window as King's Landing comes into view, and the realization of what you’re returning to sinks in as the pleasant memory of your dream fades away. You couldn’t decide if it was good or bad that you were dreaming about events that had already taken place. You can't bring yourself to look at Rhaenys or your new baby; how could you bring them to such a place? You mentally try to psych yourself up.

No, you wouldn’t let the greens have this power over you.

Looking up, you face Daemon, who offers you a sympathetic smile on his face and says, “You don't have to go into the sham of a place if you don’t want to. I’ll have it that you can stay anywhere else in King's Landing that you wish.”

“Thank you for the offer, but I’m not parting from Luke once we arrive. I want to keep my eye on him and make sure he’s safe.”

A proud smile spreads across your stepfather's face. You watch as he places a kiss on the top of your baby's head, whom he was cradling ever so gently, before looking back to you and saying, “Alicent is scared of you; I suspect all the greens are.”

Chuckling, you shake your head and say, “I doubt that very much. They have no reason to fear me.”

“They have many reasons,” he says seriously. “Alicent cannot control you, not anymore. She has nothing to hold over you, and if either of her sons look at you the wrong way, I will personally feed them to Caraxes.”

Smiling softly, you sigh at his words. “Then that would start a war.”

“Oh little one, war has been brooding since my brother declared Rhaenyra his heir. This is just the beginning.” He strokes Rhaenys hair with his free hand as she repositions herself so her head is in his lap. “It was wise of you to bring your dragon,” he says quietly. “Never be afraid to show strength for your family; it may be the only thing that stands between them and the enemy.”

A sense of dread swirled around you as Daemon’s words sunk in. You had no idea what the future held, but you had an inkling things were about to get much worse before any kind of resolution.

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Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 11] Twenty Weeks

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After everything is cleared up, you make up with Satoru and slowly rebuild your relationship with him. You also begin to invite Megumi and Tsumiki over for dinner. You feel as if you’re a small family, especially since the kids are so sweet to you.

You’re twenty weeks along and there’s a visible bump, and for some reason Satoru smiles like a fool when he sees you. He tries to hide it, but sometimes you see it. It certainly makes you feel better about yourself, so you don’t understand why he tries to hide it. Your body is changing, it doesn’t feel like your own anymore. You’re starting to feel insecure even though you’re growing a new life inside of you.

Being in your second trimester is wonderful– Not wonderful exactly since you are pregnant, but wonderful because your morning sickness has died down. You are starting to get more cravings, especially in the middle of the night. That’s when you wake up Satoru and he goes out of the apartment because he will do anything for his baby. It’s so clear he loves that baby more than anything.

“Hey, Daisuke… What’s up?” Satoru puts the phone up to his ear. He had completely forgotten about Daisuke the last couple of weeks. He hadn’t even told his friend the great news that he is, in fact, going to become a father. “I’m going to pick up some food.”

Satoru listens to what Daisuke has to say, not really caring until Daisuke asks, “Why are you out so late to get food?”

“I never told you, did I?” Satoru begins, walking to the restaurant you wanted food from. “I’m becoming a father, and the– mother of my child has a craving.”

“What– I’m– Congrats!” Daisuke ends up saying. So the rumors that Leiko was spreading were true. Satoru is expecting, and you are as well. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I thought you had figured it out.” Satoru says before he gets to the entrance of the restaurant. “I have to go. Talk to you soon, bye.”

Satoru has never really cared for friendships. At least not ones with non-sorcerers. He had one real friendship, and that’s gone. Daisuke is just… Someone he occasionally hangs out with. He doesn’t really consider himself to be close enough to Daisuke to go out of his way and share that he's having a baby.

Maybe he should go talk to Daisuke soon, but he has to talk to you about it first. Satoru really doesn’t like going out without you anymore, mainly because he feels as if he has to keep an eye on you almost at all times. You can’t even see curses, how does he know you’ll be safe?

He wants the best for his baby, so he has to make sure you’re feeling your best. Which is why he picks up food for you so late at night.

“Satoru… Wake up.” You tap Satoru’s shoulder, trying to get him to wake up. He’s been working like crazy the past week, and after getting you food really late last night, he passed out on the bed. Apparently he has today off, but you have an appointment and Satoru swears he wants to be present at every appointment. “Satoru, I can’t be late…”

“What?” He groans, about to turn to the other side to be able to sleep more, the bit of sun that enters the room is hitting him and it’s annoying him. He wonders what the hell you need since it’s so early in the morning.

“My appointment is today.” You tell him, which makes him open his eyes. He rushes out of the bed. That was all he needed to hear. Excitement rushes through his body thinking about the fact that he’ll be seeing his baby who’s the size of a banana.

You walk out of his bedroom to let him get ready in peace. You go to the living room and take a seat on the couch, pulling out your phone to talk to your best friend. She’s in a lecture but she’s texting you to kill time. She really couldn’t care less about what is being said.

You take your classes in the afternoon now, allowing you to do all baby related stuff in the morning. Whether it’d be shopping or appointments. After five minutes of texting with Kaya, Satoru walks out of the bedroom and grabs his keys from the counter,

“I’m ready.” He announces and you stand up from the couch.

“Aren’t you going to eat anything?” You ask him as you walk over to him. He shakes his head. When you’re close enough, he wraps his arms around you and kisses your forehead.

“How’d you sleep? I hope my baby didn’t cause too much trouble.” He caresses your back and you smile at him. One hand goes to your bump.

“I slept fine.” You respond. You end up pulling away because you can’t waste any more time. You can’t be late to the appointment. You go look for your coat, and Satoru stands in the same spot, waiting for you. You come back with your coat, and a smile on your face. “Let’s go.”

You wait for the technician with Satoru, both of you impatient to get the appointment officially started. Neither of you speak. You wonder when the technician will get here, and that’s the only thing you focus on. Satoru is about to say something, to fill in the silence, but that’s when the door opens, and your appointment officially begins.

Satoru watches everything intently. You, lifting up your shirt and having that clear liquid squeezed onto your lower stomach, that you were warned it was going to be cold. His eyes stick to the monitor, waiting to see his baby appear on the screen. It feels like an eternity while you two wait.

Until he finally sees his baby on the monitor that’s beside the bed. Satoru holds on to your hand. He feels his heart beat so fast. The technician points at the monitor, pointing out the baby’s head, its nose, its lips. You look at Satoru for a moment, and he’s on the verge of tears watching this. He took off the sunglasses that are usually on his face. It’s so clear how excited he is over this.

“Do you want to know the sex, today?” The technician asks.

“Ye-” Satoru begins but your voice is much louder and firmer than his.

“No. We want to keep it a surprise.” You answer. Which is definitely something you never agreed to. Satoru can’t keep a secret though so he has no option but to remain clueless about the gender of the baby or else he’ll spoil it for you. You’re lucky Satoru can’t figure out the gender just by looking at the sonogram.

“A surprise… Right.” He chuckles. His mind quickly stops thinking about the gender of the baby when the technician points out the baby’s feet. Satoru is almost astonished at the fact that his baby has feet. “Does the baby have toes and fingers?”

“They do. Because of the position they’re in it’s not very visible, but they do.” The technician responds. She points it out when the baby finally moves, and Satoru can’t help but smile. He just wants to take his phone out and begin to take pictures, as if he doesn’t know that he gets these printed out afterwards.

“They’re so cute.” Satoru comments as if the ultrasound is cute. But he’s just so excited he doesn’t know what to say. He looks at you and smiles, and you smile back at him. You’re only halfway through with the pregnancy, he’s not patient enough for the baby to get here.

“Megumi, will you please eat your veggies?” You ask the boy who plays with his food. You’re almost all finished with the food in front of you, except Megumi. After your appointment you forced Satoru to call them and invite them over for dinner. Satoru picked them up, and now they’re here. You might force Satoru to give up his room so they can sleep over.

“They’re gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru seems offended by the comment.

“I cooked them.” Satoru shares, making Megumi glare at the man.

“Yeah, maybe that’s why they’re so gross.” Megumi comments, and Satoru rolls his eyes. You and Tsumiki eat your food quietly, not wanting to get into their bickering. They’re like siblings, it’s hilarious.

“Do you want more, Tsumiki? Or are you ready for dessert?” You ask, not caring to interrupt the bickering between Satoru and Megumi. You wonder who would win out of the two. The eight year old or the twenty year old. So far Megumi is winning.

“Maybe if you learned how to cook, I would eat my veggies.” Megumi sticks his tongue out and Satoru is about to say something but he stops himself when you stand up and pick up your plate and Tsumiki’s.

“Look, don’t tell her because she’s pregnant and will get upset but… She cooked the veggies.” Satoru whispers, pointing at you. Megumi doesn’t buy it for a second.

“Your baby is going to have a lying dad.” Megumi responds and Satoru raises a brow.

“Don’t bring him into this, and you know what? That’s hilarious coming from you.” Satoru replies, his eyes widening when he realizes he let it slip. He might’ve gone back and asked the technician the gender of the baby.

“Him? Is it a boy?” Tsumiki asks and Satoru shushes her.

“It’s a secret. Don’t.” Satoru tells the children. Tsumiki nods in response, and Megumi rolls his eyes.

“Do you two want ice cream as well?” You ask, walking back to the table to give Tsumiki her ice cream. Satoru hums in response, and Megumi does as well. “First you have to finish your veggies, Megumi. And Satoru, you're a grown man that isn’t pregnant, go get it.”

“Why did you ask then?” Satoru can’t help but groan when he stands up from his seat. You chuckle as you take a seat once again. Megumi sighs, knowing he has to struggle to finish his food. It’s so gross. Next time he’ll rather stay home.

“I promise next time I’ll cook.” You put your hand on Megumi’s shoulder when you notice his face. The food isn’t that bad, it’s just the vegetables that aren’t as great. Satoru walks back with his ice cream, and a bowl for Megumi as well.

“When am I going to meet your parents?” You bring up out of the blue. He’s met your parents, you’re pregnant with his baby, you don’t know what else he’s waiting for. There’s no time left to waste. Maybe it isn’t the best time to ask since there’s kids right there. But they aren’t focusing since there’s ice cream in front of them. Megumi has put his plate to the side and focused on the ice cream Satoru brought.

“Do you want to meet them?” Satoru asks, bringing a spoonful of ice cream up to his lips. You furrow your eyebrows, confused as to why he would ask such an absurd question.

“Well… They’re going to be the baby’s other grandparents, aren’t they?” You reply and Satoru hums, but that still doesn’t answer his question.

“My parents aren’t a big part of my life so we don’t necessarily have to include them.” Satoru comments. You simply don’t know what to say to this. You wonder why he isn’t so close to his parents, but you don’t want to ask right in front of the kids either. “Also, we have to go see Daisuke soon. Poor guy didn’t realize I was having a baby until last night.”

“I guess we do… But we’re also going to meet your parents. Get into contact with them.” You tell him, and Megumi chuckles.

“What’s so funny, punk?” Satoru asks Megumi, and Megumi shakes his head. It’s so funny for him to see Satoru being ordered around. “That’s what I thought.”

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creative-crybaby · 2 years

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Desperate Times

PAIRING: Iwaizumi Hajime x fem!reader x Ushijima Wakatoshi

GENRE: college!au (post graduation, I suppose) | wee bit of angst/comfort | smut (18+)

Minors DNI

TAGS + WARNINGS: threesome, double penetration, anal, oral (m and f receiving), overstimulation, fingering, light manhandling, mentions of voyeurism, mentions of cyber sex, tit-fucking, facials, mentions of masturbation (m), squirting, cum eating, size kink, creampie

Let me know if I missed anything.

WORD COUNT: 6.2k

SUMMARY: The rare chance arises where you have both boyfriends to yourself, and you make sure to take advantage of your limited time together. All characters are 18+

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Here ya go, ya filthy animals <3 Final. Part.

Part 1: Desperate Times Calls for Desperate Pleasures

Part 2: Desperate Times Call

You made it work.

You tried to, at the very least. Not much was different between you and Iwaizumi; you’ve only grown closer with the change in your relationship status. School is out of the way, so now he can prioritize working under Utsui (and being with you, of course). Plus, you two already see each other every day—living together tends to do that to you. From his side, everything is simple: he wakes up to your sleeping form hugging his waist and goes to sleep with you by his side after a long day.

Ushijima doesn’t appear too bothered by the arrangement. When it comes to intimacy, you’d stick to how it all started: fucking your roommate while the volleyball player watches behind a lens, stroking his cock at the sight of your fucked out expression. You’d try to video call him whenever you could, and he has agreed with you when you’d whine about wanting to see him in person. Though, he still has volleyball as his top priority.

Truth be told, you may be the only one blowing the situation out of proportion. Iwaizumi’s plenty content waking up next to you every morning; Ushijima, while he misses you, has volleyball occupying him. Not that you don’t have a life outside of your boyfriends, but the possibility of neglecting them lingers in your head. You sometimes worry about the Schweiden Adlers member as you spend time with your roommate, then that stress shifts to the lack of attention you're giving him when he points out your distant stare.

You’ve gotten all sentimental, and you find it difficult to remember your carefree attitude from before. You don’t regret being with the athletes at all, of course, and while you haven’t changed completely, the difference between the current you and you from sophomore year wracks your brain. A couple of years is enough for one to grow, but you wish you didn’t care so much. Wished you had the same mindset as the men you love so much.

Your boyfriends are aware of your anxieties. They can’t say they blame you, though it’s not an easy problem to solve. You’re at your happiest when Ushijima visits, quick to pull both men along with you wherever you go to make up for the lost time. The last time the volleyball player was in your area, he had a game against an opposing group in that state. You couldn’t afford to go, though you rapidly pushed the spiky-haired male into your car and drove to the stadium as soon as you knew the game was over. You picked up your other boyfriend and brought him to your home, and that evening was spent with you riding him while stuffing your mouth with Iwaizumi’s cock.

So when Ushijima informed you of his plan to stay in California for a bit after your graduation, you were quick to offer to pick him up.

“My father is already going to do that.” The Schweiden Adlers player doesn’t miss how you falter at his words. “I’ll be staying with him, too, but I still plan on spending as much time as I can with you.”

As glad as you were to hear one of your boyfriends try to rebuild a relationship with their father, you can’t help but think about how much you’d like him all to yourself. The guilt from your selfish wishes soon follows, and you resume talking with him before eventually ending the call. Since then, you’ve repeatedly checked the date as if it would bring the volleyball player to you sooner. Even Iwaizumi had to threaten to take the calendar away should you let it continue to distract you.

Your roommate’s necessary threat didn’t stop you from bouncing your leg in anticipation as you waited for the desired date to arrive for you to drag your other handsome partner along.

So when you find said boyfriend standing at your door a couple of days earlier, your brain needs several seconds to process. With the initial confusion pushed aside (but not forgotten), you pounce on him. As tired as he may have been from his flight, Ushijima doesn’t mind the affectionate attack.

“You’re here,” you exclaim, words slightly muffled with your face buried in his neck. The volleyball player wraps his arms around you, the familiar warmth and musk tickling your senses. He hums in affirmation (not that it was necessary), and the sound of footsteps makes way to your ears.

“Hey, welcome back.” It’s your other (other?) boyfriend. Still holding onto Ushijima, you whip your head around.

“Did you know he’d be here sooner?” you ask somewhat accusingly. Iwaizumi’s wolfy grin–one that supposedly means “Surprise!”–makes you pout, but you’re quick to return your attention to the taller athlete. With a light peck on his cheek, your voice grows softer, sweeter. “How was your flight?”

Oh, you’ve changed, all right.

“It was fine,” he answers, gently placing you back down. Your arms remain secure around him. “My father picked me up, and my things are at his place. I’ll be having dinner with him tonight, so I won’t be able to stay here for long, but I still wanted to visit.”

You hide your disappointment by burying your face in his chest. Iwaizumi notices this and motions for Ushijima to enter.

“You must be tired still,” the spiky-haired male says, closing the door behind the other athlete. “How about some tea?”

The volleyball player nods. “Thanks.”

The visit was shorter than you would’ve liked. You’d try to get Ushijima to talk for as long as you could, not just out of interest, but in hopes he’d lose track of time as he’d recall one of his matches. Unfortunately, he’s the least talkative of you three. He noticed the time on the clock and announced it was time for him to leave. You masked your dismay with a chipper offer to make dinner for the three of you tomorrow, and his acceptance made you feel somewhat better.

The rest is routine whenever the volleyball player comes to visit: you’d follow him back to the entrance like a lost puppy, hug him for a little too long and pepper a little too many kisses on his face, and he remains quiet as you do so before giving you his rare but gentle smile. Then, he’s out the door.

A pair of bulky arms find their way around your waist from behind, and you lean back into the touch.

“You know you’ll see him tomorrow,” Iwaizumi murmurs against your neck, planting a light kiss there for good measure. You close your eyes, exhaling through your nose.

“Don’t worry, Hajime.” A teasing grin spreads on your face as you turn to face him. “I haven’t forgotten about you.”

Your roommate scoffs lightly, settling his chin on top of your head. “Not what I’m talking about.”

“Yeah, yeah.”

Silence trails behind your dismissive mumble, and you rethink your actions during Ushijima’s visit. Even with his appearance not being as frequent as you’d like, would all the attention you give him to make up for the lost time make Iwaizumi feel neglected? You’ve voiced your concerns before, and even with his reassurance, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever cross a line neither of you knew was there.

Another kiss melts into your skin; this time, your temple.

“Hey.” Iwaizumi’s voice is soft as he gently pulls away from the embrace. With one of his hands cradling your cheek, he looks down at you with adoration. “It’s been a long day, even before Ushiwaka showed up. How about I run you a bath before dinner? You can use one of those bath bombs, too.”

You hum, leaning into his touch. “Will you join me?”

The spiky-haired male chuckles. “That was the plan, yeah.”

You smile coyly at him as your arms snake around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. He returns the affection, drawing you closer before signalling for you to jump by tapping your hip.

He’s carrying you to the bathroom like you weigh nothing. Your fingers tangle themselves in his messy locks as lust and need gradually replace the innocence in your kiss. Whatever paranoia consumed your thoughts has now disintegrated as Iwaizumi kicks the bathroom door closed behind him. You catch his expression as he pulls away and gently settles you down: with hooded lids and blown-out pupils, he has his appetite on full display as his hands glide down to the hem of your–his–shirt.

“Let me take care of you, pretty girl.”

Ushijima isn’t nearly as tired the next time you leap into his arms. Dare you say he was prepared for the impact, arms opening to hold your frame while you nuzzle your cheek against his. He greets Iwaizumi upon entering, walking to the couch like he’s back home with you gripping onto him like a koala.

“Let him breathe, (Y/N),” your roommate scolds.

“I don’t mind,” replies the Schweiden Adlers player, the baritone of his voice adding heat to your cheeks as you turn to grin mischievously at the spiky-haired male. He rolls his eyes at your childish response.

“So,” Iwaizumi starts, “I heard your team played against a team in Italy a few weeks back.”

Your other boyfriend nods. “We won.”

“Wish we could’ve watched it,” you slump against him. “I had exams at the time, and Haji was talking things out with your dad.” At the mention of his father, Ushijima turns to the other athlete in the room.

A proud grin itches onto Iwaizumi’s face. “I start working under him next week.”

You mask your snort by burying your face in the crook of Ushijima’s neck. “He’s totally in love with your dad, Toshi.”

The aforementioned boyfriend’s eyes trail down to your snickering form, then the glaring athlete sitting across from them. “A little strange, given our arrangement.”

“I’m not into your dad, Ushiwaka,” Iwaizumi grumbles, ears growing red as your giggling increases in volume. “She’s just messing with me. Nothing new here.”

You pull back from your hiding spot as your laughter dies down, looking up at the volleyball player. He returns your gaze with furrowed brows, though you know he’s not upset.

“Don’t worry,” you wink. “Your father remains safe for another day.”

“(Y/N), I swear to God—”

You squeal as you barely dodge the pillow your roommate threw at you (not with too much force, obviously). It slaps against Ushijima, pathetically bouncing off his chest and onto your lap. He watches you burst into another fit of giggles while the other athlete curses under his breath (something about “Shittykawa”).

“You should bring him over sometime,” you muse after calming down. “It’d be even cooler if we could see him in Argentina, but my wallet won’t let that happen.”

“Having you two in the same room in-person sounds like a terrible idea,” Iwaizumi immediately interjects, crossing his arms. You stick your tongue at him before facing Ushijima.

“I met Oikawa via video call a while back,” you clarify, then grin cheekily. “Is everyone in Miyagi as attractive as you guys, or am I just really lucky?”

“We’re not adding him to the mix,” the spiky-haired male grumbles.

“Don’t worry,” you shake your head at him before returning your attention to the volleyball player, eyelids drooping. “I’m plenty happy with you two.” You kiss him deeply, moaning into his mouth as he reciprocates the action. Your arms find themselves around his neck while your fingers toy with the hairs on the nape of his neck, and Ushijima pulls you closer in his embrace. Drawing back, you lock your eyes with his. “You’re happy, aren’t you, Toshi?”

“Of course,” he breathes out, and it’s beautiful coming from such a stoic yet majestic being. You stamp a trail of kisses down his jaw to his neck, finding a vulnerable spot to sink your teeth in. A choked groan makes way to your ears, though it doesn’t come from the partner who currently has your attention.

“You’re a real tease, you know that?” Iwaizumi grunts as he watches the display before him.

You pull back, not bothering to hide your smirk. “Obviously.”

You catch Ushijima’s Adam’s apple bob as you leech back onto his neck. His breathing pattern, while slow, is shallow, and soon enough, you feel something poke your thigh.

Oh.

“Someone’s needy,” you drawl, separating from him once more to glimpse down at the bulge in his pants. The volleyball player presses his lips into a thin line as his brows crease.

“It’s been a while,” seems to be his reasoning. This is the closest you’ll ever get to a flustered Ushijima; what you wouldn’t do to have a camera right now.

You turn to Iwaizumi, also sporting an erection, and smile. “Guess we’re going straight to it, huh?”

He scoffs, palming himself as he mocks you. “Obviously.”

That seems enough for the volleyball player, who gently grabs hold of your jaw to pull you into another kiss. Having him tear your dress off suddenly makes you gasp, and he takes the opportunity to slide his tongue in, his movements hasty and juxtaposing his personhood.

You like it.

He’s carrying you to another room—you’re not sure which one, too busy focusing on the heated kiss melting your tongue and watching your other boyfriend strip from the corner of your eye.

It’s Iwaizumi’s room; the mattress Ushijima gently plops you on isn’t as cushiony as yours. The loss of warmth from your partner puts a frown on your face, though a dreamy smile soon replaces it as your roommate enters in nothing but his boxers. You make grabbing motions towards him, and he joins you on his bed, kissing down your neck as you watch the volleyball player remove his shirt. Then his belt. Then his pants. Then—

Then a rough hand pulls your face to look away from the display. Your eyes meet blown-out pupils outlined in dark green; your lips, harshly with another pair.

Iwaizumi’s quick to hold you in his lap, needing you as close to him as possible while his hands map out every dip and curve and roll your body has to offer. You eventually feel your bra slide off your chest, the cool air making contact with your breasts and travelling down your spine. It only adds discomfort as your panties grow damper, and you grind your hips against your partner’s erection to soothe yourself. His response is a low groan, fuelling the lustful flames that dance in your lower stomach.

The bed dips behind you, and another pair of lips attach themselves to you: just as feverish, yet still as meaningful. More hands are on you, with these ones focusing on your mounds. Not a centimetre of skin on your chest was left untouched, from squeezing the soft flesh to rolling the buds between calloused fingertips.

It’s all too much. You pull away for air, gasping as Iwaizumi joins Ushijima in worshipping your body.

“Wait!” you pant out. The spiky-haired male stops suckling at your neck’s junction, but doesn’t release his hold. The volleyball player halts his movements, his lips barely ghosting over your skin.

“Do you want to stop?” You can feel his baritone against your nape, spiralling down to your core. Your panties cling against you like a second skin, and you’re certain you’re leaving a stain on Iwaizumi’s boxers.

“No,” you rasp, embarrassed by your sudden hesitation. “I want you both now.”

The slight crack of your voice shouldn’t have been as attractive as it was, but here the men were, attached to every one of your commands by a leash.

The athletes look up at each other, communicating through sharp gazes and a curt nod before they bring you to lie on your back. You watch with hooded lids as they reposition; Ushijima between your legs and Iwaizumi, now completely nude, on your chest with his thighs on either side of your body.

“How’s this?” Your roommate’s tone holds a sliver of playfulness as he peers down at you, teasingly stroking himself. You can’t see your other partner behind him–mainly because your focus is on the precum pearling at the tip of the cock only inches away from your face–though you find yourself absentmindedly nodding to the question. The spiky-haired male turns to your other boyfriend with a smirk and gives him a curt motion of confirmation.

Ushijima silently gets to work, lowering himself to face your covered core. You feel his fingers tugging at the waistband, and you try to lift your hips to help him remove the last article of clothing. His eyes remain glued to the string of slick connected to the cotton as he slides it down your legs, watching as it eventually separates and throwing the fabric somewhere in the room.

You’re clenching: empty. The volleyball player leans closer to your entrance, taking in your scent before burying his face between your thighs and wrapping his strong arms around your hips. His tongue barely teases you, if at all; it glides along your cunt with its tip flicking your clit. Just a drop of your taste is enough to bring him closer, plunging into your hole while nudging at the sensitive nub with his nose. For such a silent man, he was the loudest in this environment; him feasting on your pretty pussy can’t go unnoticed as it echoes throughout the room and rings in your ears. Had it not been for your current position, you’d be digging your nails into his scalp as encouragement.

For now, your eyes remain on the thick cock standing tall before you.

“Open up, pretty.” It comes out as a mix between a coo and a command. Iwaizumi grips onto the base to lead his shaft to your mouth. Peering up at him, you decide to grab hold of your tits, separating them. He gets the message, placing his dick between the soft mounds before you squish them together. His tip barely pokes out from in between, and you loll your tongue out to tease the sensitive head as he begins thrusting. Saltiness lingers on your tastebuds with every stroke, and your roommate’s pants add to the symphony started by your other partner’s vigorous smacking and slurping.

You feel Ushijima lift your legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he quickens his pace. You hum around Iwaizumi’s tip from the gluttonous dance performed by the volleyball player’s tongue. Your arms hug the spiky-haired male’s thighs, nails marking crescents on his skin as your orgasm approaches.

With your breasts no longer suffocating his cock, Iwaizumi takes the opportunity to shove more of him down your throat. The sound of you gagging almost overpowers Ushijima’s melody, and your roommate has to refrain from turning this detail into a competition. He instead relishes your warm mouth and how perfect your glossy lips look wrapped around him. The tears forming at the corners of your eyes don’t go unnoticed, either, and they only cascade down your cheeks once his strokes go deeper.

A familiar warmth fills your mouth as Iwaizumi’s hips still. You hollow your cheeks, swallowing every thick drop he can offer you with a hazy enthusiasm. Your gaze doesn’t leave your partner’s stiff form above you, his struggle to keep his eyes open almost entertaining. He can be stubborn when he wants to, and if you could see yourself from his perspective, see how ethereally lewd you look, you’d understand his persistence.

Your roommate empties his cum down your throat and pops his dick out with a shaky breath. With your eyes never leaving him, you give his tip a final peck before he rolls off of you.

All your attention goes to Ushijima, your fingers planting themselves in his hair as he continues his endeavours. You feel his lips wrap around your clit, sucking harshly at the tiny nub as his hold on your lower half tightens. And for good reason, too, as your hips buck erratically from the heavy engagement. With every suction, the string thins.

Until it snaps.

You hold the volleyball player in place as he does the same with you, his mouth continuing its actions as the orgasmic tsunami forces you underwater. It’s too much; you hardly notice the clear liquid staining the sheets and your partner’s chin. Not that he minds, of course.

Ushijima gently places your legs down as you release your tight hold on his hair, your body limp against the mattress as you try to catch your breath. A hand –Iwaizumi’s–swipes stray tears away from your cheeks, and the spiky-haired male plants a soft kiss on your forehead.

“Ready for more?” he asks, his voice nearly faint, as if speaking any louder may hurt you. Noticing the volleyball player moving to sit next to your frame, you try to sit up with your partners’ help. With a meek nod, you manage to shift to sit in between Iwaizumi’s legs before motioning for your other boyfriend to sit on his knees. With the two athletes getting the memo, the former holds your legs open with his own while the latter pumps his cock inches away from your swollen lips. The angry burgundy tip stares at you as you invitingly open your mouth.

With barely half of the shaft in, you’re full. The head tickles the back of your throat, though you avoid gagging with little to no struggle. Having plenty of time with your roommate, you’ve gotten to practice swallowing his dick whole. And when the volleyball player occasionally manages to come over, you can take more of him every time with more ease.

Your focus is so heavily on pleasing Ushijima that you don’t notice Iwaizumi sliding a hand between your thighs until it’s too late. A finger swipes across your cunt, earning a muffled gasp out of you as it collects your slick. More silence sounds escape you as that same digit enters your hole, stretching you out with each pump. The vibrations from your noises attack the volleyball player’s cock, making him grunt as you bob your head up and down his shaft, your tongue poking out to massage the underside. It’s a sort of pipeline: Iwaizumi’s finger–sorry, two fingers now–stroke your sweet spot while his thumb plays with your clit, causing you to moan along to the orchestra that is the lewd squelching between your legs, all the while adding to Ushijima’s pleasure as his cock stuffs your mouth full.

Three fingers: that’s what tips you over the edge once more. It usually does the trick, though, and with the effects of your previous orgasm lingering on your body, you finish quicker than you normally would. You freeze as euphoria travels through your veins, your eyes crossing as more tears spill. Another puddle finds itself on the sheets as you squirt once more, drenching the hand that caused the mess. Iwaizumi holds you closer while Ushijima caresses your cheek. It does little to soothe the ache in your jaw or swat away the exhaustion that follows the orgasmic high, but both are appreciated nonetheless.

When your senses return, you aren’t given the chance to finish the job; Ushijima pops his dick out of your mouth, rapidly stroking it until he reaches cloud nine. With your tongue lolling out, you catch some of the ropes of cum spurting out of his slit, though most of it either ends up on your face or chest. The heavy pants that follow the mess are a sign for you to open your eyes, and the godly sight that is one of your boyfriends greets you: a softening monstrous cock, flexing muscles with every heaving breath, vermillion flush staining his chest, neck and face, swollen parting lips, and furrowing brows.

Reality trickles back once you feel fingers sliding out of you, that same hand wetly tapping your thigh. Slowly turning your head, you’re met with lips slamming against yours that you would’ve lost balance had it not been for the muscular arm around your waist.

“Still got it in you, pretty?” Iwaizumi breaks from the mini makeout session to ask. You’re left in a daze as he nibbles on your shoulder, your other partner lowering himself to mark the opposite side of your neck.

“You still got the lube, right?” you breathe out. The spiky-haired male pauses his actions, Ushijima only slowing down his own at your question. “Want both of you at once.”

Your roommate’s touch immediately abandons you as he dismounts the bed to retrieve the bottle. The Schweiden Adlers member takes this short moment to grab some tissues from the nightstand to clean your face and chest, holding you as you try to regain some energy, knowing damn well you’ll need every bit of it.

“Are you sure you want this?” Ushijima hasn’t spoken since before everything started, his baritone snapping some sobriety back in you. You give him a droopy smile, planting a delicate kiss on his cheek.

“I’m sure, Toshi,” you whisper, and he feels his heart flutter at the nickname. “I know what I’m getting into, don’t worry.”

“You can stop whenever you want.” His voice remained monotonous, and maybe it’s the sex haze, but you swear you can hear panic there.

Still, you giggle. “I know. The rules haven’t changed since the arrangement started.”

Iwaizumi returns with a mostly-full bottle of lube. You two have dipped your toes in anal play, though this is the first time you’re going any further.

“You sure about this?” he asks, his voice and expression soft (or as soft as it can get with such sharp features and arched brows). You let out a half-sigh, half-snort at his question.

“I’m not made of glass, you know,” you tiredly quip, “and your dicks aren’t weapons of mass destruction. I won’t be doing much of the work, but what else is new?”

The athletes share a look as if they were reminding each other to be careful with you.

“All right,” Iwaizumi climbs onto the bed, “how do you want us, then?”

You lean into Ushijima’s chest with a hum, your cheek squishing against one of his pecs. “You take the back. Toshi, up front.”

With both partners nodding, they hoist you to sit on the volleyball player’s lap. His cock is hard again, poking at your stomach before you lift yourself by your knees to aim the tip at your entrance.

He could’ve sunken into you a thousand times, and you’re certain you still wouldn’t have been able to take him without at least a little bit of pain. Thanks to your previous orgasms, he can slide in much more easily, though that isn’t to say the burn is nonexistent.

Ushijima takes his time, examining your reaction as he adds another inch. His grip on your waist is tight, but not bruising, knowing you’ve got enough on your plate. Iwaizumi, meanwhile, tries to distract you by peppering kisses on your shoulder blade. You hope your focus on his lips against your skin will pass the time, but the clock’s arms seem to slow down the more you’re stretched open.

He’s in, though. You’re certain he’s made room for himself in your guts, feeling him there with every breath. Your nails dig into his shoulders as you hiss, but he doesn’t say anything as you try to adjust.

“(Y/N),” Iwaizumi starts, his words somewhat muffled your back against his lips, “are you sure you want to keep going?”

“Yeah,” you gasp. Despite your roommate’s concern, you can feel his cock poking your back.

He hesitates. “We can go one at a ti—”

“I wanna feel both of you.” You didn’t realize you were crying until you felt Ushijima’s thumb swipe away a few tears. You give his palm a loving peck, your glossy eyes peering up at him. “I don’t know when will be the next time I’ll have you two together. I can handle it.”

You’ve grown soft, Iwaizumi thinks. Then again, maybe you were always like this. He doesn’t know much about your previous relationships, and even if he did, you could’ve matured since then. You’re still outgoing, and your teasing hasn’t stopped since you started dating both athletes. Your promiscuity hasn’t died down at all, not that the spiky-haired male is complaining. The difference now is the lovestruck looks you’d give them; whether you think they don’t notice (even though you aren’t slick and they totally catch you) or you’re afraid they’d forget how dear they are to you (they couldn’t even if they tried), it’s one of the main acts dedicated only for them.

Iwaizumi can see that same look when you turn to face him, even with a layer of tears fogging your vision.

He presses his lips against your warm and damp cheek. “Okay.”

You sigh shakily, adjusting your position for him to better prep you.

He’s using more lube than the previous times you’ve experimented, you can tell. With each careful finger he’d only slide in on your command, you could feel him take his time stretching you out, pumping and scissoring until he’s convinced you’re ready.

Of course, his dick isn’t the same as his fingers. Iwaizumi’s made it very clear that he’s going at your pace, and you appreciate it when he’d add more lube whenever you’d ask. It hurt less over time, though it’s still a strange and foreign feeling. The spiky-haired male sprinkles feather-light kisses on the nape of your neck while Ushijima cradles your cheek, and their soft touches almost lull you to serenity.

You have to remind yourself of the current situation. “You two can move now.”

“We’ll be gentle,” Iwaizumi assures, adjusting his hold on your waist as your other partner lowers his grip to your hips.

The first few thrusts are hesitant, unsure of a rhythm. The stretch of both holes has you hissing, though you don’t want to stop. This is the closest you’ve felt to the athletes, albeit physically speaking: sandwiched between them, stuffed to the brim. Soft lips and calloused hands guarantee your safety. Promise of delicacy.

And eventually, the pain lessens. Your boyfriends find a tempo, still gentle, and whimpers and broken moans replace your hisses. Iwaizumi whispers in your ear, praising you for taking both of them so well and being so good. Ushijima’s forehead finds yours, his eyes fluttering to stay open and watch your every reaction. When one cock slides out, the other moulds your hole to its shape; you’re desperate to savour everything happening, even if it drives your senses into overdrive. With your thighs too weak to hold your body up, you’re grateful for them doing the work, the muscle trembling every time you flex it.

“More,” you choke out. “I can take it. Please.”

Ushijima grunts, a bead of sweat rolling down his forehead. “Are you sure—”

You stop his lips with your own, halting his breath in his throat as your hands slide up his heck to hold his face. And when you pull away with hooded lids, you give Iwaizumi the same attention, turning his head to face you as you take his breath away.

“I’d tell you to stop if I needed you to,” you promise after pulling away. “It feels good, and I want more.”

Again, your boyfriends share a look: brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. The several seconds of silence make you antsy, though that feeling soon evaporates when both men adjust their hold on you.

Ushijima’s the first to thrust back in, and your body jolts at the sudden impact. Iwaizumi’s quick to follow, drilling his hips upwards as the volleyball player slides out. Back and forth, back and forth: you’re never fully empty.

“S-Shit!” you shriek, squeezing your eyes shut as your nails find Ushijima’s shoulders once again. You can’t contain your cries, not when there’s a swordfight happening in your guts. Could they feel the other’s cock inside you? “More, more! Just like that!”

Both men have their torsos pressed against you as they fuck up into you. You can feel Iwaizumi’s heartbeat hammer at your back, same with your other boyfriend’s against your chest. Or maybe that’s your heart causing the racket? Could the volleyball player even truly get nervous? You’ve seen him uncertain, sure, but nervous? Or maybe that’s adrenaline you’re feeling against you?

So many questions for someone whose brain is literal mush. You can no longer form a coherent sentence; what makes you think you can create a single thought now?

Oh, wait. Nothing.

“Cumming,” you manage to slur out, legs shaking. “Gonna cum again.”

“Shit,” Iwaizumi mutters against your neck. “Go ahead, pretty. Make a mess for us, yeah?”

You can’t see well with the tears fogging your vision, but with Ushijima so close to you, it’s not hard to tell that his eyes are silently urging you to finish. And when a hand–whose, you aren’t sure–slides down to give your poor clit some much-needed attention, you can’t go against their encouragements even if you wanted to.

With little to no space between you three, you hardly move when your body hurdles forward from the impact of your orgasm. You’re squirting again, and it almost hurts as you gush onto the athletes’ muscular thighs. Your choked wail is muffled by Ushijima’s shoulder, your grip on them gone and now on his biceps. If your markings hurt him, he doesn’t show it. Or rather, it can be mistaken for the pleasure that comes from his own orgasm, flushed face twisting to bliss as he grits his teeth behind sealed lips. Iwaizumi’s not far off, either, sloppily thrusting into you a few more times before biting down on your shoulder to quiet his groan.

Even as your body burns from adrenaline, you still feel both boyfriends spill their load inside you. It has you quivering even more, toes curling against the messy sheets as you try your hardest to sit up longer.

You’re still warm once your high evaporates, the bulky frames of your boyfriends giving you little room to breathe. The thin layers of sweat blanketing your bodies don’t help, either. At the very least, the two athletes continue to hold you up. You can’t even do that by yourself.

“I’m going to get her a towel and some water,” Iwaizumi quietly tells Ushijima. “Hold onto her while I’m gone.”

The volleyball player wordlessly follows your other partner’s order, wiping away stray tears as you weakly cling onto his build. He’s grown more comfortable holding you like this over time: still cautious to avoid hurting you, though doesn’t shy away from physically showing you the affection you deserve.

“Are you hurt?” he asks, carefully examining your frame in his hold.

You tiredly shake your head, rasping out a small chuckle. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for a bit, but I’m fine otherwise.”

His eyes glimpse upwards, as if pondering. “I can carry you around.”

“I know, dear.”

Iwaizumi returns not long after, and you groan as Ushijima shifts you to sit up.

“Careful,” you quip with a wince. “I’m sensitive.”

“That’s usually the case, yeah,” your roommate replies monotonously, watching cum ooze out of your holes before gently wiping the towel across your cunt. He rubs a soothing hand on your thigh when you flinch. “Thank God for birth control.”

“Oh, hush.” you scoff, eyebrows creasing as he continues to clean you. The water bottle he brought sits next to him, leaning against his thigh almost tauntingly. A large hand from behind you takes it, unscrewing the lid.

“You need to rehydrate.” The baritone rumbles against your back as the Schweiden Adlers player speaks. He brings the bottle to your lips. “Drink up.”

The bottle shakes slightly once in your hold, and you take light sips in between intervals. “I don’t think I’ll be able to make dinner for us tonight.”

“No worries,” Iwaizumi responds curtly, placing the towel to the side. “We can order takeout for tonight.”

Your eyes light up, though you don’t make an effort to move. “Can we order from that new place down the block?”

“Whatever you want.”

You turn your head to peer up at Ushijima excitedly, a smile stretching wide across your face it almost hurts your cheeks. “You gotta try their food, Toshi. I think we have their menu around here somewhere. We can help you pick something out.”

“Hey,” your roommate tuts, tone sharp as he heads to his closet. “Don’t tire yourself out even more. Relax.”

“Yes, mother.” He glares at your response, walking back with a large t-shirt and some shorts. You eye the clothes with a groan. “I think I need a bath first.”

You yelp when you suddenly feel yourself being hoisted up.

“We’ll help clean you up,” Ushijima offers as he dismounts the bed with you in his arms. It sounded more like a statement, actually, and it seems that he meant it as he walks out of Iwaizumi’s room with him in tow.

Your eyes flutter closed, half-listening to the spiky-haired male scolding the volleyball player to be careful with you.

What do you have to worry about? It’s not this simple: those anxieties may continue to poison your thoughts. They should leave eventually, no doubt, but until that happens, you’ll remind yourself as many times as necessary that the support that follows you on your journey.

You made it work.

You’re making it work.

And you’ll continue to make it work.

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