#girl help i want someone to come eat me out until my brain turns to applesauce and leaks out of my ears

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Idk if you remember but you wrote a small drabble where reader was konigs secret admirer and it's been eating at my brain ever since😭 would you ever consider making it an actual story?

Oh I fell in love with the concept too! Here's a part 2 to that little drabble, I humbly offer it to you with my fluffy little paws ^^

CW: 18+ smut, fluff. Nothing bad here, just sweetness. Ok maybe a tiny bit of biting and light angst because it’s König after all... (Part 1 here)

He still doesn’t know who the mystery girl is.

She likes to tease him with cute messages and a photo of her tits but won’t tell him her name or where she lives. The girl won’t come to meet him so that he can show her some love, nor will she agree to go on a date with him. She just responds to his pathetic suggestions with a bundle of emojis that are about to drive him crazy, and another message that says: “Soon!” 

König has to fall back on the bed and go to sleep with a rock hard dick and a set of twitching, lonely hands. His dream of having a proper girlfriend was shoved on the back burner ever since he joined the Jagdkommando, but now there’s a certain girl inside his head, a new, even better dream he can’t repel. The next day is no better; he even forgets what he was supposed to bring home from the store, knowing his mom will only sigh and tell him they’ll survive without some ingredient they both know is very well essential.

He stands before the butters and spreads, trying to recall what his mother wanted when he hears a soft gasp further down the aisle. He turns his head and barely catches the sight of a woman, turning in her heels and rushing down the flour section, just somewhere out of sight.

Hope and curiosity spark inside him as he leaves the butter and darts after her, calling “Hey” and “Wait” between the shelves as she flits towards the cashier in mild terror. He chases her as if he were trying to catch a thief, and the girl picks up her pace, then slows down to a complete halt… and turns.

Lovely, fearful eyes behold him the immediate second she meets his gaze, immobile hands clutching a bag of croissants and a jar of chocolate butter against her chest.

He slows down his jog and arrives in front of her with a smile, but the girl only looks more and more afraid. Even her jaw is clenched shut, the spitting image of a prey who just got caught.

“You’re her, aren’t you? The mystery girl,” he asks, trying to make it clear as day just how excited he is to finally meet her in person.

Her eyes stay wide as she blinks, the little bag of croissants crunching a bit further in her grip as she tries to shield her vital parts.

“Are you done shopping…?”

Still no answer.

She’s shy, just like he is... Maybe even more so, which is incredibly endearing: the same girl who sent him a picture of her boobs last night, the same girl who had no trouble teasing him to the point of leaking cum all over his sheets is as shy as a deer when caught in daylight. 

It’s so incredibly cute… He thought she was a seductress of the most dangerous kind, but here she is now, looking up at him as if he was some boogieman about to come and snatch her away.

His smile only widens as he looks at his little minx who just tried to run away from the individual she’s sent postcards and love letters to ever since they were kids… Who knew his secret admirer was a bashful little cutie who sneaks around the local store to get herself some sweets and snacks?

“Let me pay for those,” he gestures at the products in her hand. 

Another awkward silence follows until she finally turns her eyes to the floor and nods.

Perhaps it’s not that odd that she sent him anonymous notes and talked to him in texts and letters if she’s this timid -- he of all people should know how tough it is to walk to someone he likes and tell them he wants to go out. But he can’t help but wonder if the girl is mute, or partly deaf, or both. He wouldn’t mind. As long as they understand each other, it’s perfectly fine. 

She looks at him like he’s a god —or a monster—while he pays for her humble delicacies. She stares at him with eyes still wide while putting the groceries inside a tiny cotton bag she has with her, and says nothing when he extends his hand towards her. 

“Here. Give it to me.”

He’s trying to act the part of a gentleman to the full, and she offers the floor a tiny smile while handing him the bag. It weighs less than a half kilo, but the gesture is all that seems to matter because she is indeed smiling, shy and pleased as he shoulders the so called burden for her.

“I can walk you home if you like?” he suggests while pushing the door open for her. 

She steps out into the luminous sunlight, eyes squinting a little from the sudden brightness. Then she turns to him and says her first meek words.

“But... Then you’ll know where I live…”

“Ah! She talks,” he laughs with a full smile and watches with a spreading warmth in his chest how she starts to grin, too. She’s looking at the asphalt and her shoes but she’s smiling, incredibly beautiful and pretty, outshining even the prettiest summer day.

“Don’t worry,” he starts to banter with increasing confidence—when has he ever teased anyone, let alone been confident around a girl he likes? “I promise I won’t come howling under your window at night...”

“It’s… It’s not that,” she laughs and bites her bottom lip. “I still live with my mom…”

She starts to walk towards where he lives, and he follows, his long legs catching up with her with ease. 

“There was the COVID, and my mom is a little unwell… And with the economy… I’m still a student,” she explains while they stroll down the street.

“Really? I’m a student, too.”

“Oh…? What are you studying?”

“How to kill people,” he shrugs, cursing his stupid carefree mouth immediately. “Fuck… Sorry. That was… I mean, I’m in the army.”

“It’s okay,” she smiles.

He sneaks a peek her way, and she indeed doesn’t seem to be shocked in the slightest. Far more frightened she looked at the store when he noticed her and began to chase the poor girl. 

They proceed to talk about what he does and why, how he only just returned from a month’s training that included concealment training in the mountains. She seems interested enough in his choice of career, which he tries to make sound as striking as possible, far more intriguing than it actually is. He tries to appear a little too glorious in her eyes, fearing he won’t live up to the reputation and fantasy she has built inside her pretty little head.

What if she wanted him to be a doctor instead of a moronic soldier? Maybe she fantasized about a lawyer or a historian with whom she could have fascinating conversations… And he’s just babbling nonsense about weather meters and ghillie suits.

But her eyes are still smiling, always at him when he looks away and starts to talk with his hands. When they arrive at the little wicket gate leading up to her house, he notices she lives only about a kilometre away from his childhood home. 

She was always here, and he never knew anything about it… His secret admirer, his passionate seducer, turns out to be a harmless, lovely angel who lives right in the neighbourhood.

She takes her little cotton bag and turns to open the gate, and his hands twitch and flex. Say something clever, his mind yells, ask her out for fuck’s sake… But he needn’t worry, for his precious girl next door immediately turns back and shields her eyes from the sun while looking up at him.

“I’m sorry… I froze a little at the store. I just… This wasn’t how we were supposed to meet...”

“No? What did you have in mind for us then?”

She drops her hand back down and gives him a little halfway shrug, embarrassed.

“I don’t know. I just… I don’t even have any make-up on...”

He risks to bring a hand to her face, his thumb on her cheekbone, sweeps a little arc there to let her know she’s fucking beautiful.

“You’re very pretty,” he says, and she raises her eyes back to his, this time looking like she’s being blinded by the sun even if he’s shielding her from it.

“I really liked the picture you sent me,” he says boldly, and for the second time this afternoon, hopes the earth could swallow him right then and there. 

A pretty girl sends him one nice picture of her tits, and he has to be an asshole about it… She looks super uncomfortable, so flustered that she nearly guides her face away from his palm. 

Fuck that he’s stupid… Must he always be such an idiot and fuck everything up?

“I’m sorry... I meant to say that–”

“I’m glad you liked it,” she rises on her toes and plants a quick, flustered peck on his cheek, then turns to the gate as quickly as a whirlwind. Opens it, and returns solely to give him a bashful, naughty little smile. 

“I liked your picture too,” she says so softly he can barely hear it. 

“...Oh,” he squeaks, cheek still burning from her kiss.

“Do you want to come and see me tonight...? Mom usually drops before ten...”

“I… I… Sure.”

…

It’s a catastrophe.

His old jeans barely fit him anymore, they’ve become way too tight around the thighs. He’s put on some weight during the past few years and made sure to go to the gym every slack hour he has at his disposal, which means he’s packed a bit of muscle here and there. That, along with the many outdoor trainings, have ensured his appetite remains even bigger than usual so it’s no wonder none of his old pants fit. The only ones that don’t look utterly suggestive and wrong are his grey sweatpants, which he wore to the store today. He can’t very well wear those on a date, no matter what all those thirsty TikTok memes say...

He sighs, and grabs the black military pants he had on when he came here, pairing them with a simple black T-shirt. That’s all he has in his drawers: black, black, black, a few white ones that have some food and coffee stains on them, stains that never leave no matter how hard his mom tries to wash them for him.

The house is silent as he slips the keys into his pocket and hollers that he’s leaving. Like some lovesick, unneutered dog about to slink into the night…

“Mom? I’m going out. I… I have a date.”

“At this hour...?”

“Yeah… We’re… Going out to look at the moon,” he makes up off the top of his head.

His mom would scold him for harassing some poor girl when it’s almost midnight, even if it was her who invited him to her house. And if he’s lucky, there’s going to be a lot more action than just staring at the moon together… Not that that’s all he wants; it’s just that he’s been lonely as fuck and could really use a hug. 

Is it a crime, with the past that he has, to want some human contact? Some skin on skin memories that don’t include punching?

“My little boy,” his mom strolls into the room, looking at him with soft, worried eyes. “You look like you’re about to invade some poor, innocent country…”

“Eh… I know. All the other pants were too small.’

She smiles at him: seeing a grown man sweat like a pig before a date must be a silly sight, even more compelling when that man is your own boy. The clock ticks on the wall as she looks at him like he’s about to march off to war, his only shoes a pair of standard leather boots he’s used for two years now. He showed them some grease and a brush, managed to make them look a little less worn and torn – if he had known some cute girl back home had a crush on him, he would’ve visited a clothing store before he came here…

His mom raises a shaky hand and draws him down to kiss him on the cheek, her eyes glossy and hazed from the gathering tears. 

“I’m glad you’re finally eating enough,” she whispers with a voice that barely holds intact, and they both know why it’s shaking, why everything’s trembling; her hands, her voice and her tears.

His bottom lip is twitching too from witnessing his mom being so happy for his sake. But he doesn’t want to cry. He must stay oblivious and strong and pretend that things are finally how they should’ve been: normal and easy and wholesome and good. For her, he will never show that he’s shaking… Too many things in her life have done that when she needed them to stay stable and safe.

“Wish me luck,” he gives her a nervous smile, laughing the tears away.

“I always do…”

He leaves before his tower crumbles, slips out into the sweet, scented night.

There’s roses somewhere, roses that smell heavenly, some early jasmine too that wishes to intoxicate his mind. He realizes he has nothing with him to take as a gift for her, and cusses again. This is a fucking date, and he’s not even dressed properly; he doesn’t even have flowers to bring with him… She’s going to think he’s a nobody, some penniless freak who dresses like a crazy person when he’s supposed to dazzle her and make her swoon.

On his way to her place, he stops to cut a small branch from a flowering rowan tree and shelters it from the gusts of wind that blow from the river. The tiny flowers are delicate and fragrant, not exactly what he would’ve taken to her had he been clever enough to visit a florist before they all closed. But it’s cute enough, to him at least, especially when it’s cut from the tree that was his safe haven as a boy.

The curtains at her window shift when he arrives at the gate, and he knows she’s been expecting him, waiting for the clock to strike ten as eagerly as he.

The front door opens, and there she is: dressed far more accordingly than he; his lady has slipped into a sweet summer dress like the angel that she is. It’s bright and yellow, far from the darkness he always wears, and his heart is slowly squeezing to bits inside his chest.

“Hey,” she gives him a wide, knee-buckling smile.

“Hey,” he smiles back, marching to her door like a horny, ugly wolf. “You want to go for a walk? It’s a beautiful ni–”

The moment he arrives at her feet, the moment she sees that he’s carrying a tiny branch from the rowan tree for her, she snatches the front of his shirt and pulls him inside with a surprising amount of strength.

His forehead hits the doorframe with a thick thud before he manages to bow, and there’s a bit of a commotion after that. He huffs something akin to Oof and laughs, making the angel flit around him in a wild, flustered shame, apologizing to him at least ten times.

“Oh my god, I’m sorry! I’m sorry… I’m sorry, I’m sorry….”

“Heh. It’s okay,” he smiles while rubbing the achy spot on his head. He’s forced to sit into an old wicker chair, wide enough to accommodate his back but far too low to hold his stature. He sinks inside it like a veritable giant while she continues to fuss around him, inspecting his “wound” and taking the offering from him with a helpless, embarrassed stare.

“I’ll get you some ice,” she says before leaving him in his chair, the flower he brought softly placed on the bed. 

He’s afraid the furniture will break if he moves, so he stays as still as possible while taking in his surroundings, the soft girl adobe he has somehow managed to sneak his sorry rotten arse into. 

She has a large TV in front of her bed, a gaming console and a lot of books, candles everywhere he steals a look. The beige bedding looks freshly changed and incredibly soft, and there’s an old bunny toy on her bedstand along with another book, both loved to bits. Some houseplants on the floor appear to be doing extremely well, a small leather bag and some makeup left scattered on her desk. Rocks and twigs and dried flowers rest on her window sill, treasures she’s gathered from her trails. It makes his heart grow soft because he knows she will probably put his little offering there too. A bouquet of expensive, luxurious flowers wouldn’t have hit their target at all.

She returns with a small pack of ice and rushes to him in her flowy, blooming summer dress. Descends on her knees and brings a small towel to his forehead before pressing the ice over it, ensuring that it’s not too cold to make him uncomfortable. 

As if he could ever feel uncomfortable, seated in a wicker chair with an angel between his legs, treating his supposed wound with ice and the softest touch…

“Remember all those postcards you sent me?” he asks while she continues to look like the worst person who ever lived, simply because she was too eager to pull him inside her room.

“Sadly, yes.”

“Remember what you wrote to me?”

“Not really,” she says, dabbing the ice pack all over the rising bump on his head. “Something stupid, I suppose…”

“You told me that you love me.”

Her eyes dart to his for a while, hope and shame battling in her fae stare.

“...Oh God.”

“Many times. And then you told me that I’m cute…”

She sighs and brings the ice and the cloth somewhere in her lap. The breasts inside their soft little cell look astoundingly delicious when viewed from up here: he’s slouching in a chair and still, is able to take a rude little peek inside her dress. He slaps himself mentally for being such a goddamn pervert, but then she sighs again, the cute little peaches swelling inside her dress once more.

“That’s it?” 

“That’s mostly it, yes…”

He’s getting hard here, which is a problem. A big, big problem…

His shy admirer never notices anything, not even when he softly gestures for her to give the ice to him. He continues to press it on his forehead, trying to concentrate on the cold sensation rather than the swelling dick in his pants. 

How is he supposed to not grow hard when he knows this adorable little creature has been infatuated with him for so long? When he knows she’s flustered now, just from hearing him tease her about those silly, harmless cards?

“I kept every single one,” he tells her, only to watch how the shy girl grows even shyer.

“You didn’t…”

“I did.”

He tells her about the bullies and how they made it look like they had sent the cards, telling him no girl could ever want to be with him. It’s a sad attempt to fish for her affection and pity, words of contempt and judgement to hammer it home that he did receive those cards from this girl, he did, in fact, deserve to be loved and adored.

And then she starts to talk about how she watched him... How she went to a different school than him, but that she sometimes strolled behind him when he walked home. They shared the journey to and from school, and he was always completely unaware that he was being followed.

“You stared at this rowan tree for what seemed like hours,” she recalls with a sad smile. “Then, if a bee caught your eye, or a bird or some flower, you stopped to ogle at those instead…”

He laughs, but there’s a bittersweet stone in his chest. If he remembers correctly, these were the only times of the day he could drop his eternal guard: in school, he was being tormented by cruel kids and at home there lived a tyrant with his sad little subjects. Trees and bees and birds were a welcome distraction.

She smiles a little, but it’s not a happy smile, even if it is affectionate.

“My mom always told me to come straight back home,” she says. “But you were never in a hurry...”

He looks at her, and she looks back, some pity in her eyes. There arrives a sweet and sour pain in his heart, a feeling that comes from knowing there was someone who witnessed a glimpse of the hope and pain he lived in. That there was someone there all along… 

“You even stopped to look at dog poo…”

“Heh... Was that the moment you fell for me?”

Her lip twitches, the pity in her stare breaks. She rises a little to lean forward, and he catches her with ease as she falls there into his arms, snug into his lap. His lips find hers without effort, and sensation bleeds: his hands are sweaty and shaking as he runs them down along her dress, cups her ass so that she gives a little gasp straight into his mouth. 

That’s the thing he was pining for: for her to open that pretty little mouth so that he could pry it further open with his own. Plunge an exploring tongue inside, not too quick and not too greedy, just a little poke to see if she wants to be claimed.

The angel melts in his lap, like pure white snow, until he braces his core and rises to his feet. It’s now or never, and he’s not going to let this moment slip past his fingers. Somehow, they end up on the bed, the smell of fresh linens and her dainty perfume catching his nose before she presses a pair of weak hands on his chest.

“The flower...”

The flower... Of course. 

The flower from the rowan tree.

He huffs a laugh on her face, a relieved smile as he understands she’s only worried about trampling his gift.

It’s set aside on the table, but right after that, he attacks her again, begins the ascension to heaven. His lips won’t get enough of her, not even as he drinks her like honeydew and ambrosia: the dress he used to associate with seraphs and summer now seems like a huge obstacle between his tongue and her skin, the need to taste more of her urgent in his hips.

“Can I take this off?” He roughs a hand down the fabric that shields her breasts, relishing the tiny moan that follows when he does that. “I want to kiss you everywhere…”

Her throat makes a wet, charming sound as she swallows, her eyes now pools of dark, drunken love. 

“On one condition,” she tells him, out of breath. “If I can kiss you everywhere too?”

It’s a deal, his mind exclaims immediately, but his devilish grin is how he tells her he’s more than eager to accept these terms. His clothes find their way on the floor along with hers, black on black on yellow, but he won’t let her shiver in the cold for long. Like a man possessed, his body finds hers, her soft, naked skin colliding with his like heaven after all those lonely nights of slick, urgent fapping. 

He’s not sure who’s worshipping who here, but he vows to never again let this angel fly under his radar, no matter how perfect of a guardian she has been. A guardian angel, following him with her blessed stare, sending him heavenly messages that were real and true all along. 

She should be rewarded for her abundant gifts, and so his lips find her shoulders and her neck; they graze her nipples and claim her breasts in devouring that leaves her back arching on the bed.

“You don’t have a girl? Waiting for you back there...?” she asks shyly, even when half her tit is being sucked by his mouth.

“The only thing waiting for me back there is my hand,” he rasps while diving down, down, down, all the way past her navel and the mound she still tries to protect from plunder.

“...I can be your girl,” she whispers somewhere high above, her hands holding his head like that of an untamed dog. “If you want…?”

He breathes on the apex between her thighs, presses a furious kiss there without care. 

“F-fuck…” she sighs those thighs open, and from that point on, nothing is enough.

It’s horrible that it must be so: that he finally gets to drink his fill, and it’s still not enough. Her sighs are not enough, her trembling body is not enough. Her attempts to muffle her moans with the back of her hand are not nearly enough.

He wants more, so much more: he wants to try all there is to this with her, forever and ever until the day he dies. He wants to hear her soil her tongue with more curses as he ruins her, bit by bit, just a little bit…

“Say it,” he pants into her glistening lips, “Say that you’re my girl…”

When she does nothing but whimpers in return, he attacks her with both teeth and tongue. Bruises the thigh beside her treasure before plunging straight towards the main prize with reckless want. That’s what finally forces the words out of her mouth: his tongue inside her cunt, delving so deep he has to breathe through his nose to keep from fainting.

“I’m your girl,” she moans on the bed, a bit louder now. “I’m yours, I promise… I always… Always…”

I always was….

She doesn’t say it. She doesn’t need to. 

He grants her mercy after that, replacing the tongue with a finger or two. Slow wide circles over her clit accompanied by quick little pumps in her hole make her cum in no time, and he’s glad he listened to the dirty mess talk of his filthy comrades. Patience is not his virtue, but for her, he makes all the effort.... He for sure leaves a little memory on her thigh. It’s not very nice of him, and he fears those teeth marks might stay with her longer than just a few weeks. 

Maybe she’ll forgive him if he fucks her after this, rocks her slowly and softly, fucks her like angels ought to be fucked. But no, fucking is not the right word... He wants to make love to her. Drink her moans right from her lips while he does it.

After the climax, he’s still hard and she’s still panting.

He wonders if he’ll get slapped or kissed if he asks for permission to put it inside now... His dick is throbbing while they stare at the ceiling together, but as always, his angel is two steps ahead.

“My turn,” she says with newfound vigour, and he gets more than he bargained for: everything and more as she gives his body the same attention he just gave her. Bites his nipples a little too hard, the little minx, licks his ribs as if it’s some kind of a contest to try and make him tickle. Laughs angel trails across his skin, draws a finger down his nether hair until she meets his jutting dick.

She gives him a tame little lick at first, then slowly, expeditiously, kisses his cock from root to tip. Before due time, his thighs start to tremble, and that’s when she takes it in her mouth: sucks and licks him deep until his abs and balls pull tight. The sheet in his fist threatens to get torn to shreds when he cums, and for a moment, he forgets everything, even his name, until he notices that the poor little thing can’t swallow all his load. She almost chokes on the first spurt, withdraws to cough with her mouth closed while he hisses fat curses past clenched teeth. 

When he arrives back to Earth, there’s cum everywhere: on her face, on the sheets, all over his abdomen and his thighs, an eruption that spilled everywhere because his angel got a little appalled.

“I’m sorry,” she peeps with her mouth still full of it.

The poor girl swallows it bravely, and his heart is about to explode: his angel swallows his filthy load like a champ and looks so incredibly valiant while doing it.

“Hey,” he raises a shaking hand towards her, too weak to rise from the bed to comfort her. “It’s okay… You didn’t need to do that…”

“But I wanted to,” she complains while the thick, sticky cum drips down her cheek and onto her breasts.

“Shit… Come here,” he coaxes, and she crawls forward to nestle in the nook of his arm. 

He uses the sheet to dry the rest of it off her face. She looks up at him with that trademark seraph stare, so helpless and in love—if this is what having a girlfriend is like, then he doesn’t feel bad at all that he had to wait a little longer than most men. It was worth all the trouble and toil that he has her here now, in his arms, batting her lashes sweetly. 

“You’re still incredibly cute, you know...?” she whispers, and a mountain inside him moves. 

It’s not sorrow, nor is it yearning; it’s just sweet, simple love. The room smells of salt and sin, but there’s nothing sinful about her when she cups his chin. He knows it’s not elegant to tell someone you love them on the day you've met them, but if the one you love happens to be an angel, then isn't it a sin not to confess?

#könig x you #könig x reader #könig fluff #soft!könig #strangers to lovers

[cyberm4n]

May I request a bit of Lucifer with a plus sized reader who has a breeding kink? 💕

thank you so much for this request anon it has plagued my brain /pos as someone who's midsized and VERY gay i think the plus sized ladies need more love in fanfic. i hope you like it, im not 100% happy with the writing but lmk and ill change it up :)

cw: smut, breeding kink (duh), mentions of daddy kink but it's not rly used, reader is described as plus sized could be midsized ig, cum eating?? it's not like DIRECTLY mentioned but it kinda happens??, reader is overstimulated cause lucifer wants to make her a mommy, not proofread well

other: im on vacation and working through some requests so please know your request has been noted! ill probably come out with some more alastor/reader/lucifer sometime in the next couple of days.

■ for starters, i firmly believe that he's the kind of guy to LOVE chubby girls

■ like he loves how soft you are

■ if you're laying in bed with him you better expect for him to be all over you

■ no matter what you wanna wear he thinks it hot. seeing you confident is his biggest turn on and he loves it when you are feeling your best.

■ put on some low rise jeans and that man is on his knees for you

■ safe to say this man is 100% your number 1 supporter and will hype you up no matter what

■ if you're taller than him, literally no issue. like have you seen the height difference between him and lilith?

■ look he's a guy who knows how to handle anyone of any shape/size/gender

■ he's been around since the beginning of humanity this guy knows how to fuck

■ we all know he's a munch

■ i feel like he'd be the kind of guy to be REALLY into thighs

■ like you'd be laying in bed and he'd start kissing down your body, his hands running over your curves

■ paying special attention to your lower belly before moving to your thighs

■ he likes going down on you but if you at all want to ride his face he's 100% in

■ i feel like if you hadn't asked he'd definitely have suggested it before

■ the kind of guy to like pull you down on his face

■ he wants you to SIT dammit

■ the breeding kink tho.

■ i feel like he'd already have a daddy kink but the breeding kink just adds to it yk

■ he thinks you look absolutely divine when his cum is leaking out of you

■ but on days he's particularly feeling the breeding kink, he 100% shoving his fingers in you after he pulls out.

■ gotta make sure you stay full

■ he can't help it he just loves you so much he wants to see you swollen with his child :(

"darling just one more for me please" he breathes out, sweat dripping down his body as he tries to coax another orgasm out of you.

he had been feeling in a bit of a mood tonight, and when you came into his office with those shorts of yours on he couldn't think about anything other than breeding you.

so here we are, laid out on his desk, and him hovering over you. your legs ache from trembling so hard, and every orgasm makes you practically blind from how long he'd been going at it. his cum leaks out of your hole, he'd been dumping load after load in you, and now he's shaking too.

he's gotta fill you up though, he'd love nothing more than you carrying his love. he feels that pit is his stomach tighten, and he gently rubs your clit. "gonna be such a good mommy," he'd coo, feeling you turn to putty in his arms.

when the time comes and he crashes over his orgasm, spilling deep in you once more, he's careful to stay locked in for a little while, but he's peppering your face with kisses.

"you did such a good job ducky" he murmurs, rubbing soft circles on your hips. until he'd pull back just a little to watch his cum leak out of you again, utterly spent.

when he finally completely pulls out its not long until his fingers make their way in you, "shh baby i know, but i gotta make sure it takes" he'd whisper to you as you squirm away from him.

he tsks a little shortly after, his fingers slowly withdrawing. he plunges thumb into your mouth, "suck" he says firmly, which you do, of course. cleaning off his fingers so good for him.

he pulls his hand back, it returns to your side, and you whine as you feel his fat tip press against your hole again, and he coos down at you, folding your legs up to your knees. "cmon missy, we can go one more time right? you can go again sweetheart" he says as he eases his cock into you again.

safe to say, he's dumping loads of his cum in you until he's shooting blanks.

#hazbin hotel #lucifer morningstar x reader #lucifer smut #hazbin hotel lucifer #hazbin hotel smut #hazbin hotel x reader #request #plus size reader #mid size reader #lucifer morningstar #hazbin lucifer

[ghostfacd]

LACY — QUINN HUGHES43

“smart, sexy lacy, i’m losing it lately.”

listen to olivia rodrigo’s lacy for better experience!

summary; you have always been insecure of quinn’s girl best friend, so what do you do? you swallow it down. it wasn’t until the jealousy started to eat you up that everything explodes all at once, and what comes out of it was never something you’d expect.

pairing; quinn hughes x fem!reader, implied oc x fem!reader

genre; angst, midlife crisis arc goes hard! reader gets massive self realization, lots of commentary (you see through reader’s brain with this one) quinn is confusing, everybody’s so confusing

Would it be mean for you to say you didn’t really like Quinn’s friend? Sure, she was one of his best friends and made sure to always compliment you whenever you were in close proximity. But why couldn’t you just like her?

Lacy Willers. According to Quinn, she had gone to Umich with him and they became inseparable after he accidentally fell asleep during class because he had ended hockey practice late and stayed up doing his assignments. He woke up with zero notes in his computer and had awkwardly asked the girl next to him, Lacy Willers, for help.

Lacy Willers was beautiful, inside and out. She was sweet to you, always keeping her distance with Quinn and respecting your boundaries as his girlfriend. She had long blonde hair before dying it brunette because according to her “YN looks so pretty brunette, I wanted to try it out.”

How could anyone hate her?

Her skin was like puff pastry, and you hated how perfect Lacy seemed to be. You just wanted one reason. One good reason to hate Lacy and not hate yourself for doing so.

“Babe?”

The voice of Quinn makes you snap out of your trance.

“What’s up Quinny?” You ask, shooting him a smile so he wouldn’t notice what was up.

“Are you still going to my game?”

Ah right. Quinn’s game. Shit—you had been so wrapped up in your thoughts these past few days that you seemingly forgotten all about it.

“YN..”

“No no, I’m going Quinn!” You reassure him, “don’t worry. I’ll get all my assignments in by then so I can go to your game.”

Quinn gives you one of his small smiles, the smiles that is only reserved for you.

Or does he give them to Lacy too?

“You okay?”

Curse Quinn’s big brother instincts. He always knew when you were feeling down, and you hated it.

“I’m fine Q,” you say, standing up to kiss him on his cheek. He’s so cute, you sometimes wonder what you did in your past life to deserve someone like Quinn.

“Okay,” Quinn doesn’t seem so sure of your answer but he doesn’t push. If there’s one thing about Quinn is that he knows his limits. He pulls, not push.

When Quinn’s game comes by, you find yourself sitting next to Lacy Willers and the youngest Hughes, Luke.

You excuse yourself for a few minutes, needing a breath of fresh air. Even past the seats, Lacy’s perfume lingers through the air. You swear that you see her everywhere.

When you come back, you see Lacy with her hand on Quinn’s back, a bright smile exchanged between them.

A knot forms in your stomach.

“YN! Hi!” Lacy waves you over, “Quinnier here made a winning goal last minute!”

Oh Lacy, it was like you were out to get me.

“Really?” Your face brighten up, eyes looking up to meet Quinn’s. In the corner of your eye, you see his hold on Lacy’s waist, but you don’t say anything, too tired to overthink or accidentally start a fight.

The familiar toss of keys and the turning on of the lights seem suffocating to you. You had no idea what was wrong with you. Quinn was a great boyfriend, Lacy was nice, so why does it feel like you can’t breathe?

“Lacy asked me to ask you if you wanted to have a girls night with her.” Quinn mentions as he takes a bite of his peach.

“Lacy asked you to ask me?”

“That’s what I said, baby.”

You don’t know why you feel so nervous. Lacy Willers asked you to have a girls night with her?

“I mean, yeah, I guess.” You shrug. Quinn throws the seed of the peach he’d just finish into the trash, making his way towards you.

He wraps his arms around you—a all too familiar sight from when he previously had his arm around Lacy, and placed his hand on your head, pushing it slightly so he could place a kiss on it.

Saturday night. Girls night with Lacy. You were scared shitless.

You clear your throat, pushing away the negative thoughts. It’s just Lacy Willers. Umich Lacy. Quinn’s Lacy.

“Hi!” The excited voice of Lacy sends you into a spiral of emotions. She’s in a pretty white silk pajama set with little hearts all around. Her hair looks so naturally perfect that you wanna curl up and cry. Lacy Willers, without even trying, can already take your breath away.

Smart, sexy Lacy. You remembered Quinn mentioning how Lacy was a nursing major. She was good at the arts too, you knew as soon as you stepped in her living room and glanced at the portraits on the wall.

“So,” Lacy sits the both of you down, the beautiful smile of hers never leaving her face. “You okay? Did Quinn’s dumbass do something?”

Your eyes go wide, “no! What makes you think that?”

She laughs slightly, eyes genuine. “Call it.. girls instincts. But really, you can talk to me. I know we aren’t that close but I’d love to become closer. I mean, you’re beautiful and so kind, doing Quinn a charity case if you ask me.”

Although Lacy’s so genuine and her compliments would’ve made anyone else drop to their knees, they feel like bullets on skin.

“Well I don’t know, I just feel weird.” You say awkwardly. “Quinn’s great, don’t get me wrong.”

“Yeah,” Lacy wraps her hands around her hair, making a quick ponytail and grabbing a ribbon from her cabinet to tie it up with. “I get it.”

Ribbons in her hair. She looks as pretty as ever. Almost as if she was made of angel dust. Your stomach is all in knots.

That night you slept on the bed fort Lacy had made, your heart thumping in your chest. Even in your dreams, Lacy Willers is there.

“How was the sleepover babe?” Quinn asks, placing a kiss on your head. He shoots a smile at Lacy who smiles shyly at him.

“It was good,” you say, looking between the two. It was as if they spoke to each other with their eyes, a language you didn’t understand.

“Quinn,” you say as soon as Lacy says her goodbye after dropping you off, clearing your throat.

“Yeah?”

“Have I told you I haven’t been feeling well lately?”

Quinn’s eyes shift to concern, his eyebrows furrowed. “You okay babe? Is it the flu?”

He reaches to feel your forehead, searching for a burning sensation, but to his surprise, you seem perfectly fine temperature wise.

“No, it’s not that.” You say.

It’s never been that. It has never been about you being jealous of Lacy being close to Quinn. It’s never been about you being scared she was gonna take him away from you.

It’s always been about Lacy. Smart, pretty, kind Lacy Willers. The girl who made your stomach turn in knots and your words into stutters.

Lacy Willers, the girl you seem to loathe lately. The girl that poisons your mind and everything that you do.

The girl who made you despise your own eyes for how hard they fell for her.

Lacy Willers, the girl you’re in love with.

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[thousandsun]

ASL brothers reacting to your insecurities

Warnings: eating disorders,mention of food,breakdown

Sabo

You are looking in the mirror at your body realizing you've put on some weight. You've been sitting there,like this for a few good minutes. Sabo passes by your room noticing you. He feels like something is wrong. The blonde comes up to you wrapping his hands around your waist. He places a little kiss on your cheek."What happened,my love?" He asks resting his head on your shoulder.

"I've got so ugly. I got a double chin now" You reply. Sabo could feel the disappointment in yourself.

"Ugly?" He looks at you through the mirror. "I don't see anything ugly about you." His voice is calming and comforting. "All I see is my girl, being as beautiful as always"

"Sabo, don't lie to me..." You feel your confidence going down even more. You think he is just trying to make you feel better even though you're ugly. He is so precious that he would do anything for you.

"But I am not lying. Your face,your body,they are all so perfect" You feel a soft kiss on your neck. "Can't believe I got myself such a gorgeous woman"

You giggle hearing his words. He sure knows how to make you feel better. "Thank you" You whisper softly

Ace

He is the type of guy who observes your every move. He wants to know you're always fine. You deserve the best life and he wants to dedicate all his time to give you that.

When he saw you not eating properly,he had some questions and worries. Yet he decided to shut up and give you some space. That until he noticed you were barely eating at every meal of the day.

"What happened to you lately? Why aren't you eating anymore?" He suddenly snaps. He is sitting in front of you,at the table. You avoid his eye contact trying to seem like you didn't hear anything. Your body betrayed you and you flinched.

Ace's eyes softened realizing he was a bit too straight forward. "Hey. I am not mad. Just concerned"

The room falls in complete silence. You finally look at him, indicating you want to say something. You find yourself struggling to speak. Ace grabs your hand slowly caressing it with his fingertips. You feel the trust he gives in you,you feel it giving you power. "I don't feel good in my body lately."

Ace's eyes widen. He can't understand. He can't understand how you don't love your body the way he does. He knows your body is incredible,yet you can't seem to see it. He isn't the type of guy to comfort you with words so he pulls you into a warm hug. You hide your face into his chest crying.

He plays with a strand of your hair, admiring you. "Let it all out. I am here."

Luffy

Tonight,he couldn't sleep, feeling very hungry. So he sneaks into the kitchen. As he enters the kitchen carefully,like Usopp taught him,he sees a small light. Confused he comes closer and notices you, eating with the fridge door open.

You hear steps coming closer to you. You turn with fear seeing Luffy. Tears start falling from your eyes. "Luffy... I can't stop. I can't stop falling in this cycle again and again.Please forgive me..."

Luffy looks at you even more confused. He doesn't seem to understand much. One thing he does understand is that he wants to protect you. "I don't mind sharing food! You don't have to get sad"

You realize he's Luffy. He doesn't know what an eating disorder is. "Luffy,I am full,yet I can't stop eating. I don't want this... I don't want to eat."

His gaze changes. He realized that you have a problem. That your brain doesn't seem to listen to you. He closes the fridge door. He lifts you up, carrying you to the kitchen table. "I know I can't help you. But I can encourage you to talk to someone like Nami or Robin." He says sitting on your lap cuddling you.

You shake your head in fear. "No. I can't talk to anyone... I am too embarrassed."

"No,no,no!" He pouts giving you a judgy look.He begins shaking you. "Youuu! Neeeed! Heeeelp"

You stop him amused by his reaction. "I can understand if you talk to me normally. I am not a baby"

Luffy pouts even more. You sigh kissing his forehead. "Fine,fine. I'll talk to them. Just give me a few days"

His face gets brighter. "That's my girl!" He grabs your face not leaving a spot unkissed.

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[m-ayo-o]

how about when bunny first meets nobara and yuuji n everyone else i feel like itd be so cute >_<

omg yes :3 she already met yuji but-

21+ Megumi's hybrid bunny girl reader fluff eating ice cream + walking in the park ! warning: stsg is canon in my brain lol~~ oh and bunny likes yuta a lot :p

Megumi had been wanting to introduce his sweet bunny girl to his friends for quite a while now, but he knew you were shy so he didn't want to push you. He's so glad that you already know Yuji very well since he came over a few times now to keep you company when Megumi was away. But getting to know the rest of his group was a daunting prospect for you, so Megumi and Yuji thought of a really cute plan that they hoped you'd like.

One afternoon when Yuji came over to your apartment, your owner announced, "We're going out for a walk, would you like to come?"

Your little ears twitched and flopped adorably and you took Megumi's hand as he led the way out of your cosy nest. Realistically, he knows you'll follow him anywhere. So he guides you through the city with Yuji holding onto your other hand when you cross busy roads (he thought it would help to comfort you since you looked a little scared), and you eventually reach a park.

The weather is beautiful, so you think nothing of it and continue enjoying the sunshine. Yuji pulled you over to the nearest ice cream stand to buy you each a cone- and when you got there, Yuji suddenly jumped with excitement, Megumi following just behind, and approached another man who was buying his own ice cream. Yuji was so excited he let go of your hand, ran up to the man, and jumped on his back.

You just watched the situation unfold, with Megumi standing next to you with his arms crossed, seeing the tall man turn around with his ice creams, Yuji dropped to the ground, and their excitement seemed to double when the man greeted your pink haired friend.

"Yuuuuji~~~" his voice sounds like he's singing, and he's so very loud. You notice Megumi wince a little as the tall man steps over with a big smile, holding two big ice cream cones, one in each hand, with triple scoops in each.

When he steps right in front of you into the sun, you notice his hair shimmering and a pair of brilliant blue eyes peering over his black glasses.

He has very pretty fur, you think while looking up at him.

Without realising, you had taken a step behind Megumi and started clinging to his arm. Oh, he must think I'm so rude. You make a little wincing face yourself and try to stand up straight next to your owner.

"Megumi, who is your..." he makes a confused face. He wants to say... friend? 

"This is [name]. She's a hybrid, she lives with me."

"Oh," the tall man gives Megumi a funny look and returns one to you of pure adoration and curiosity.

"Suguru~~" he suddenly looks around and calls someone's name- again, very loudly, and you notice another man strolling towards you all.

He approaches, looking quite scary (to you), with his black hair tied in a bun, and reaches out a hand to take his ice cream from Gojo.

"Thanks, Satoru."

His voice is so soft and he has a very sweet smile, which calms your nerves instantly.

And now Gojo has one hand free he turns back to you and asks, "So, do hybrid bunnies like... head pats?"

His eyes sparkle when he looks down at you, and you take a little hesitant glance at your owner before nodding, and the tall man makes a fuss out of you until his ice cream starts to melt down his hand.

Suguru helps him with some napkins and tells Gojo to eat his ice cream quickly before it all melts away.

Meanwhile, a few others have arrived who are talking with Yuji, and you look around to notice you're in quite a big group now. You finish eating and look up at your owner- he knows you're starting to feel a bit jumpy and nervous- and, noticing a drop of vanilla ice cream on your lips, he leans in and brings a hand to your face. Your eyes go even wider now- your heart nearly stops and you swear you're going to hyperventilate if he gets any closer- but he wipes your lip carefully.

"Messy girl," he comments, giving you a little smile.

You start walking through the park now, with Yuta, Nobara, and Maki who all introduce themselves to you politely. They seem very sweet- the lady with red hair made you a little nervous, and Maki seemed very serious like your owner, but Yuta... you're smitten with him, and he gives your hand a squeeze when he says "nice to meet you" with the prettiest smile and your heart does a little flip.

You walk around the park and he notices that you're being quite clingy, and he looks back at Megumi who just gives him a little shrug, like, it's not a problem. So you continue walking along, holding onto Yuta's arm, until you come across a little meadow.

It's so beautiful, you stop and stare and your eyes go all wide and sparkly, seeing all the flowers and butterflies and bees.

Megumi notices, comes up behind you, and holds your back gently, "Bunny, would you like to stop here?"

You nod and you all walk through the meadowy field, getting lost in the tall grass with your new friends. Megumi follows right behind you now, keeping his hand in yours and watching you dart through the wildflowers. You come to a little clearing and you flop down on the grass near a bed of blue cornflowers, and a little butterfly flaps out and lands directly on your nose. Megumi watches in awe, seeing how pretty you look in this natural and beautiful place.

The others soon catch up and you sit together in the little clearing, making daisy chains and cloud gazing until the sun starts to dip in the sky.

Your owner takes your hand and you walk back to the park entrance, say your goodbyes, and make your way home. Yuji goes back to his apartment, and when you're stepping through the door to yours, you turn to Megumi and bring him into a big hug.

You're so glad to be home, but you're very thankful that he and Yuji organised this today. This way, with your meeting being a surprise, it took away a lot of the anxiety and intimidation. Sure, you still felt nervous, but every one of his friends greeted you so warmly and you had so much fun.

megumi | hybrids

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[violetrainbow412-blog]

Day 11: meet cute

Masterlist flufftober 🎀

A special one, I really enjoyed writing it. Reblog if you liked it!

Spencer walked through the gallery in silence, paying attention to all the paintings and trying to give them his own interpretation. For some strange reason, being in those places relaxed him greatly and right now it was what he needed most: a well-deserved respite after a long day of work.

“Good night,” he greeted a young woman, who was attentively looking at a painting.

The woman he saw couldn't have been more than thirty years old and her clothing was... how to put it? Something eccentric. All the clothes were vibrant tones and she wore a woven bag with uneven parts, who knows if it was on purpose or not.

“Good night,” you murmured just as kindly, keeping your hands in the pockets of your colorful jacket.

The painting in front of you was, in short, something grotesque. But it wasn't in a bad way, it had a certain special touch that made it… Spencer couldn't even describe it. It was very good, but to some extent uncomfortable to look at. Almost like a ritualistic crime scene that he was so used to: beautiful, but at the same time terrifying.

"Do you like it?"

“Huh?” the man asked, fearing he had misheard the girl next to him. She nodded toward the exhibit and her brain filled in the blanks. “The painting? Yes, I think it's very good. I'm afraid I'm not a great connoisseur of artistic currents, but from a very point of view this could be part of The Black Paintings, Francisco de Goya's collection”

“I know them,” you said happily. “My favorite is that one about Saturn devouring his son. You know, the one where they're eating a…” you started to say, making signs with your hands that he understood immediately.

“I think art is very subjective, like everything in the world. Some people may consider the Mona Lisa a masterpiece and others may appreciate more the style of Van Gogh or the cubism of Picasso and they are all right. Each person enjoys art things that reflect the content of their soul and I think that is the beautiful thing about paintings, don't you think?

“You know a lot for someone who is not knowledgeable about art” you smiled, feeling captivated by the way the stranger next to you expressed himself.

“Actually I say that I am not a connoisseur because I don’t want to offend those who are. I've only read a couple of books on the subject and... well, I love coming to museums, but that's all”

“Honestly, I think it's very ugly,” you said suddenly, turning your head slightly to observe the painting “It looks a little strange on the bottom, whoever did it should improve their technique a little.”

Spencer felt strange hearing such a cruel comment coming from a person who seemed to be sweet, but he figured you would have your reasons for holding that opinion. He considered leaving there but his attempt was interrupted by another presence, this time a man dressed in an elegant suit who approached you.

“Miss Y/L/N” he greeted you cordially, while you shook his hand “I see you came to appreciate our exhibition, do you like the light we put there? Does it help the colors of the work or do you want us to change it to a warmer one?”

“Oh, don't worry Frank. I like that one, it makes it look gloomy” you answered nonchalantly “You just should put it somewhere else, I'm not very proud of this one in particular”

"What are you talking about? Many people liked it. Isn't it good, gentleman?” he asked, turning to Spencer who was watching the two of them curiously.

“It's beautiful,” he confessed. He actually thought that, he wasn't saying it out of commitment or anything, and his response made you smile sheepishly.

"Stop. Everything is perfect here, thank you for giving it a home in your gallery”

“And there will be more spaces in the future, think about it,” the man murmured, squeezing your shoulder warmly and friendly. “Have a good night, excuse me.”

“Goodbye, Frank.”

The two of you watched the man walk down the hallway until he got lost in a turn and then the agent turned his attention to you.

“So you're an artist?”

“I try that” you laughed. He took a look at you and then at the picture in front of you, as if he had a hard time believing that you were the creator, of course due to the difference in styles that both elements had “But I like that people don't know, so I can hear honest opinions. And I appreciate yours, you are very kind.”

"I only say what I see"

“Would it be very bold of me if I asked you to be my model one day?” you asked cautiously, hoping not to scare him with your request.

"A model?"

“I really like your jaw,” you exclaimed, pointing a finger in the air at the line you were talking about. “And the way your hair falls. They are nice to paint”

“Well, I…I would be flattered,” Spencer said, not knowing how to react to what you had just said. Something like that had never been suggested to him and he felt strange, but excited at the same time.

“Do you want to write me your number?”

“I can give you my card,” he stammered, digging in his briefcase so he could give you the piece of paper. When he extended it to you, you analyzed it with curiosity.

“Dr. Spencer Reid. FBI” you read, quite impressed “So we both got a surprise today, huh?”

"Definitely"

“I'll call you,” you promised, pocketing the card warily and rewarding him with one of yours. They were simpler with hand-painted details and with fewer titles, but it would be useful for him to contact you “And who knows, maybe the next time you come it will be you who is in the gallery.”

Spencer blushed at the thought and smiled at you, wondering how possible that was. You responded to the smile with pleasure, because unintentionally you had just found the one who would permanently become your muse.

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[blueroan-equestrian]

Yawne pt 3

@Isazelhmann

I’m order to explain something’s without having a long explanation…. I made reader a little sheltered soooooooo yup going to be a part 4 now

Aonung kept looking over at me as we worked on fixing up the old nets. “Ma Aonung, you are staring at me… why do you stare?”

He smirked, “Because you glow my darling.”

I rolled my eyes, “You are full of it you know?”

He leaned in for a kiss and I gladly gave it, “You are and you know…it’s mating season… I will start my rut soon and surely I will fill you with child soon.”

“Mating season? Seriously?”

His eyebrows shot up, “Yes… how sheltered are you? Do you know what a rut is?”

“Well… if that’s real does it effect you physically? I never noticed anything different in the village back home.”

He smirked, “There are remedies just like there are remedies for your heat… and if you have time some of those remedies can be quite fun.”

Suddenly I my confusion turned into shyness, “have you ever participated in the fun ones?”

He buried his nose into my throat, peppering it with kisses, “I have… but don’t worry I never went all the way with any one… just hand jobs and blow jobs… temporary fixes really…”

I straightened up feeling a tinge of jealousy, “you’ve done sexual acts with other women?”

He reached out to run his hand through my hair, “I have. But to be fair… I was in rut. I have not only have had sex with you but done so outside of my rut. You have nothing to worry about. I only have eyes for you. Look at me Yawne.” I do and am met with a sympathetic smile, “Rut is a painfully strong urge to breed. I… I wasn’t always good about being prepared for it… I sometimes forget to take the medicine my mother gave me before it hit… it was just quick releases. I’m the next chief… it wasn’t hard to find someone who would help with the urges… it meant nothing to me, just a means of an end of an uncomfortable state that I was in.”

“Rut… is like being in heat?”

“Sorta but where you have a week twice a year, I have a month once a year…”

“What if my heat doesn’t start until after your rut?”

“You were really sheltered, weren’t you? It will more than likely start, our bodies are in sync. That being said we could still get pregnant outside our breeding cycles, it’s just not as easy. Seriously though have you never had this explained? You have brothers.”

I shrugged, “not really… we barely had the mating talk.”

He laughed, “my sweet innocent girl, you weren’t prepared for this… well if we choose to go through it, I will tell you that it will be a little rough. Have I gone through the full thing? No. Have I gone through someone’s heat? Also no… but I have had this talk when it first started.”

“Do you…. Want to go through it?” I questioned tentatively.

“It’s the best way to get pregnant. Almost sure fire.” He nodded fixing another knot in the line.

“So you have thought about this a lot?”

“Of course, ever since we talked about having babies.”

I paused to focus on him, “How will we manage your… urges? I haven’t ever forgotten my medication for my heat so I don’t know what to expect from either of us.”

He shifted, “Well we will need someone to help with the hunting. You suck at it, no offense, and I won’t be able to.”

“… what if we prepare with dry rations? My brothers and your sister can fill in when needed… though will you really want to eat? I am told when heat hits women we don’t want anything other than… hence why I never forgot to take my medicine.” I trailed off.

“No but we will need to eat, and while you aren’t in heat, you will need to make sure I do eat… whether or not I want to. Don’t let me touch you unless I have eaten at least once a day until you hit your heat. Then we will fuck each other’s brains out for a solid week and then depending on where I am on my rut, you might have to continue with the force feeding, until I come off it…”

“We can’t just give you the medicine?”

“No, I will be too far in for it to work unless we start at the same time or maybe three days apart tops and I doubt we will be so lucky. But drying our food is a good idea. Tomorrow I will get started on our perseves.”

…..

“Aonung… are you alright?” I questioned as my husband stumbled in with his skin glistening.

His stare was predatory, “Let me touch you baby.”

My eyebrows shot up, “Is this the rut?”

It was clear that he was fighting to collect himself, “Yes Baby, please touch me, let me touch you.”

“After dinner, okay?” I said hesitantly.

He stalked forward dropping his loincloth, “please just touch me, it’s been hard all day and I have had to finish getting our perseveres.”

I rolled my eyes, “sit your ass down, and eat, dinner is ready. I will give you a hand job as we eat, I suppose.”

He plopped down quickly taking the bowl I handed him, “thank you baby!”

He ate as he bucked his hips into my hand that stroked his length. I kept an eye on him as I ate my own food and stroked him with my free hand. He only seemed to be a little feral but I would learn that this is just the beginning.

As soon as I got up to clear the table his hands were roaming my body freely. I tried to get started on cleaning but his hands pulled back my hips, discarded my loincloth and quickly inserted himself into me. I yelped in surprise, “Aonung! What are you doing? I need to clean.”

“I need relief. You can clean while I am inside of your pretty pussy.”

“This is going to be a long month, isn’t it?” I grumble.

…

My heat hit and Aonung reacted to it like I was his air. His lips worshipped my skin as his teeth left bruises behind. His hands held onto my hips with bruising force as he slammed his thick length into me. We rarely disconnected while we were both in our states. The pleasure was intoxicating. I was enraptured with the feeling of his cock sliding in and out of me. The feeling of him engulfed me and still it wasn’t enough. He had filled me so many times that his essence was unable to be contained inside me.

When I finally came down, my body ached and I felt disconnected even with him still inside of me. I whined as I took a moment to come back to reality from the fog. I kept my legs slack and to the sides as I allowed my brain to focus. I let him finish before cooing, “Ma Aonung, please, I need you to pull out. I need to get cleaned up and rest.”

He paused for a moment but he complied. He only had a few more days on his rut and he was coming back down. I had to clean everything but it was worth it because I was pregnant.

Part 4

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Hi!! Congratulations on passing 1,000 followers! I thought, maybe something cool to write about would be...

Ed and Jim talking about their feelings on gender expression/presentation, and Ed realizing they are more similar than he first thought? Maybe post season 2?

This one took a sec to ferment in my brain but when it did. ooooh when it did. Trans people talking about gender is the fuckin BEST.

Send me a prompt and I'll write a 1k word fic!

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Ed wasn’t even sure why he’d bought the little bottle of nail polish.

The crew had come round to visit for a few days - earlier than they’d expected when they got the letter from Lucius around the start of the spring, so they had to cram them into the two guest rooms they’d been able to finish. Still, Ed had enjoyed showing them around, showing off how the master bedroom was coming along, and the kitchen (Roach promised to help furnish their growing spice rack), and Stede’s garden out front.

They’d treated everyone for lunch at their favorite fish spot down near the docks, then wandered around the market stalls, everyone offering their opinions on potential new pieces of decor for the inn.

And Ed had found the nail polish at a little stall selling cosmetics and medicines and all sorts of little trinkets. It was purple, and sparkly, with little bits of shiny glitter worked into it, and he held the bottle up, admiring how the color turned rich in the sunlight.

“That’s a nice one,” the nice old shopkeeper said. “I’m sure your girlfriend would like it, too.”

He’d winked, and Ed’s stomach had turned, and he’d almost put the bottle back. He knew the shopkeeper was just trying to make a sale, but it just reminded him - it was something Ed shouldn’t want.

He bought the nail polish, tucking it quickly into his pocket before anyone could notice.

Now, here he was, standing in the bedroom and chewing on his bottom lip, unsure what to do with it. He could hide it away, like a shameful little secret, but it would eat away at him. He could put it in the bathroom, but Stede would ask where he’d gotten it, maybe even ask if he wanted to wear it.

Wearing it seemed like a whole other can of worms.

Ed remembered the first, and last, time he’d worn nail polish. He’d painted his nails somewhere between all the poetry, after he came back to the ship alone, before the bad times. And then…yeah. All that had happened, and he was reminded that wasn’t something he got to do. He’d tried to scrape it off with a knife, back then, but he’d given up after he’d nicked his fingers too many times - hadn’t been able to keep his hands steady, for some fucking reason. He’d worn those full-fingered gloves to hide it until it had peeled off.

That was just the way it was, for people like Ed-

“Hey, man.” Jim’s voice in the doorway made Ed jump - they were as quiet as a fucking cat. 

Ed let out an extremely dignified squeak of terror, moving to reflexively hide the bottle and accidentally just tossing it away from him. It landed on the bed, thankfully, instead of shattering on the floor.

“Stede was wondering where you were - dinner’s ready.” Jim, in their infinite mercy, chose not to make fun of him, but their eyes flicked to the bed. “Why are you being so weird about nail polish?”

“Not being weird,” Ed deflected, trying to think of any good excuses for why he was being weird. “I just. Uh. Trying to decide if I want to wear it.”

Jim shrugged, bending to pick it up. They nodded at the color. “It’s nice.”

“Yeah,” Ed mumbled, looking at the floor. 

It was the caginess, maybe, that did it, but Ed could practically feel the second Jim got it.

“Oh,” they said, and then, “look, you don’t have to tell me, it’s no one’s fucking business, but - if you’re like me, then, fuck, I get it.”

“Not exactly like you.” Ed hadn’t realized how nice it would feel, to talk with someone who got it, and the little relieved smile felt good in his mouth. “I’m a man, people just thought I was a girl when I was born.”

“You know, I paint my nails, sometimes,” Jim told him. They sat on the bed, still holding the nail polish, and Ed followed them down, relaxing into the pillows.

“Are you…” Ed took a deep breath. “I’m scared, sometimes, that things like that will make people think I’m not enough of a man.”

“That’s the fuckin’ bitch, isn’t it?” Jim shook their head. “Lucius paints his nails all the time, and he’s fine. But people like us, we have to be so much more careful.”

“Yeah,” Ed nodded. “It’s like some people are just waiting for any chance to tell us we’re not actually who we say we are.”

“Fuckin’ exactly!” Jim thumped his shoulder in agreement. “It’s like, hello, I think I know myself better than you do, and I can paint my nails if I fuckin’ want!”

Ed’s laugh felt light. 

“Hey,” Jim said, passing the nail polish to Ed. “You wanna give it a try?”

Ed let his breath out, slowly. “I don’t know.”

“If you want, I’ll do it with you,” Jim offered. “And if you don’t like it, y’know, alcohol can get it off pretty easy, and we can take it off while it’s still wet. You’re a man, you’ll just be a man wearing nail polish. If other people can do it, why can’t we?”

They sat on the bedroom floor so they wouldn’t get anything on the nice sheets, and they painted each other’s nails. Ed tried to be careful to get Jim’s just right, and they didn’t complain when his hands were still a little shaky.

They were a bit late to dinner, and Ed felt a little awkward as Jim showed off their nail polish to their partners. Archie thought it was a fuckin’ dope color, apparently, but Ed hung back until Jim said “and look at Ed’s! Doesn’t he look fuckin’ cool!”

The round of agreement from the crew as they made him pose so they could all get a good look was more than Ed had expected.

Jim caught his eye over the dinner table. They winked, and Ed winked back.

#ofmd #our flag means death #ofmd fic #my fics #i wish i could draw so i could draw ed and jim painting each other's nails and bitching about gender expectations

[bad268]

Hi! Could you do a enemies to lovers with Minho. You guys were both taken by WICKD at a young age and became pretty good childhood friends and then later you started dating in your teens. Minho was then taken away and you rebelled with Thomas and they sent you up. In the maze you don’t get along with Minho but then suddenly you both get a memory of you two dating from before the maze. Angst and you don’t get together until scorch trials? Jealous Minho lolol. Love ur work!

It’s Always Been Minho (TMR Minho X Reader)

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Requested: Clearly

Warnings: WICKED

Pronouns: She/Her

W.C. 5124

Summary: Minho and the reader were together before the maze. What will happen in the maze and after they get out?

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Wiki fandom)

I couldn’t see. The last thing I saw was the WICKD workers taking me out of the little cave I called home after my parents went crazy. They caught the Flare.

I couldn’t remember all that happened. I recall them saying I would be safer with them rather than on my own. They said they wanted to help find a cure. They said I was immune. I didn’t know what that meant. I was four.

My head hurts. I think I was screaming. It could have been someone else. Who knew? It has only been a week since I followed those WICKD soldiers out of my cave. They took me to their facility. There were more people there. I didn’t get to meet any of them, but I saw them when I first walked in. I was the youngest. I didn’t like it.

They told me it was a simple test. They wanted to see my brain waves when I did puzzles. Then, they knocked me out, and now, it hurts. There’s a boy in the bed next to me. He stopped screaming a while ago. The nurses and doctors refused to come in while we were screaming, and he learned that the hard way.

By the time I stopped screaming, another person a few rooms over started. “I hate this. It hurts.”

“Tell me about it,” the boy said, turning to glare at me. “You didn't have someone next to you screaming their head off for the last hour.”

“My bad,” I sassed, looking over to meet his gaze. “By the sound of it, everyone reacts this way at first.”

“You’d be right about that one,” he laughed. “Last time a nurse came in here was to drop you off. That was a few hours ago.”

“How long have you been in here?”

“Since yesterday,” he signed, flipping over to his side. “Said I could leave this morning but never told me anything after that.”

“I’m sorry. Probably my fault. I’m (Y/N).”

“Or they’re just jerks,” he laughed again. “I’m Minho.”

~4 years later~

There was knocking. I was sure of it. A few minutes passed by before I heard it again. This time, I stood up to open my door only to find Minho leaning against the wall.

“Took you long enough, sweetcheeks,” he whispered.

“Are you insane?” I seethed, moving to pull him into my room. “Them WICKD workers could kill you for sneaking out.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, rhetorically as he moved towards my bed. “What good’ll that do them? They need us.”

“Point is that they’re sticklers for rules, and one of the main rules is to not leave our rooms after lights out.”

“Again, what’ll they do? Kill me? Doubt that,” he smirked as he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me down to the bed on top of him as he laid down. “Plus, I got news.”

“What kind of news?”

“Good news,” he smiles. “Everyone’s merging.”

“Like everyone everyone or most of us?”

“Well, obviously the golden four won't be with us, but I heard we’re gonna be allowed to eat together, go to classes together, and we’ll have roommates.”

“They would never room you with me,” I laughed at his statements. “They’ll stick you with Newt and me with Harriet.”

“Unless they group us in those two huge rooms by the stairs,” he offered. “Maybe they’ll split us into the groups they’re prepping us for.”

“If they do that, they’re probably going to split us by gender,” I countered. “I heard group A was going to be the guys and group B was the girls.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be sneaking into the girls’ room every night.”

“Take a lady to dinner first.”

“I literally eat with you at every meal!”

~4 years later~

I couldn’t sleep. I just couldn’t shut down. This room was too big, too echo-y. Every little sound caused anxiety to rise in my chest. I didn’t like this new room. I missed my isolated cell. I miss Minho randomly stopping by and talking for hours. It’s been years since the merge, but I still do not like it.

Then, I heard the door close. I pretended to be asleep, in fear of the WICKD guards catching me again. The footsteps echoed through the room, but they did not sound like the boots of other WICKD workers. They sounded like someone was being careful of where they were going like they were searching for someone.

“Pst,” they whispered. “I hate that you guys can’t stick with one format. Like they’re just beds! Why do you have to rearrange it so often?”

“Maybe you boys are just boring,” I laughed in response, immediately recognizing the voice as Minho. “Why do you come in here every night?”

“Maybe I just want to see you, sweetcheeks,” he teased as he continued to move around the room blindly until he tripped over something on the ground. “What's with all this clunk?”

“Shut up, Minho! If you want to hang with your girlfriend, take her out and let us sleep!” One of the girls exclaimed. With a groan, and probably an eye-roll, he got up and found my bed.

“Finally,” he let out a breath. “Now, you want to get out of here?”

“Take a lady to dinner first,” I laughed.

“What if I want our first date to be a walk in the park?” He offered before pausing, “or facility. We don't have a park.”

“What if I said yes?”

“Then, I will take you out right now.”

“Okay,” I giggled. “Let me grab a jacket and my shoes real quick.”

“Here,” he said, taking his hoodie off, revealing a long sleeve WICKD shirt underneath. He helped me put it over my head once I sat up in my bunk. “Take mine. I bet you’d look cute in it”

“Oh, smooth, Min,” I replied, sarcastically. “Now, lead the way.”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the large room into the hallway where we met up with Alby.

“Took you bloody long enough,” Alby complained. “We almost got caught twice!”

“Didn’t take you as a stickler,” Minho shot back.

“Last I thought, you were just going in and getting the girl,” Alby laughed as he pushed himself up from where he was sitting on the floor. “Didn’t realize it’d take you 20 minutes.”

“Okay, shut up both of you,” I stated. “You need to pack your patience.”

“And you just got shut down by a girl,” Minho laughed. He pulled me along, leaving Alby behind. “Let’s go, you lazy shanks! We’re going to kidnap Thomas and Teresa.”

“That was the plan?” I wondered. “How are we going to get them to follow us?”

“Just say we found something cool,” Alby laughed. “They’re probably bored as heck in their rooms all day. They don’t get to see anyone besides the doctors and each other, so anything is better than nothing.”

“Exactly,” Minho agreed as we continued down the hallway towards their respective rooms that were at opposite ends of the hall. “We can also show them what WICKD is trying to get us to do. Show them what kind of experiments they are doing to us.”

“I’ll get Teresa, you guys get Thomas,” I said, stopping her room, as the others continue to the other end. I raise my hand to knock, and almost immediately, Teresa opens the door. “Come on. We’re gonna take a tour.”

“Anything to get out of this room,” she laughed, closing her door behind her, and we started heading down to Thomas’s room. “Do you know where?”

“Not exactly, but knowing the boys, it’s probably the ‘super-secret hiding place’ they found last week,” we laughed. “Did you get Thomas yet?”

“Yeah, he’s talking with Alby,” Minho answered, leading us over to the rest of the group. “Now, let’s go before someone sees us on the cameras.” Teresa walked ahead to meet up with the only other person she knew in the group while Minho and I stayed a few steps behind the rest. “Are we going to the place?”

“Yeah,” he responded, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “We’re gonna show them exactly what they are feeding.”

“Is that so?” Another voice asked, causing us all to stop as another group of WICKD workers came out from behind the corner we were about to cross. “Why don’t we show you what we’re trying to do?”

Without an escape, we all follow the workers, and we are met by a few other people at the elevators. I could only recognize two of them: Dr. Paige and Chancellor Anderson.

“We are going to show you exactly what we are keeping you safe from,” Dr. Paige explained.

“Oh, we finally get to know what happens when someone gets the flare?” Minho exclaimed sarcastically. “I’m shaking in my boots.”

I turned to slap his arm as we got into the elevator and went down. Chancellor Anderson and Dr. Paige just shook their heads in response as we rode down in silence. We just awkwardly looked around at each other. Despite having done this many times, this is the only time we have been caught. Probably because this was the first time we brought Thomas and Teresa with us. Finally, after what felt like forever, we stopped at the last level. Dr. Paige led us out with Alby, Minho and I walking out first while Thomas and Teresa followed behind us with Chancellor Anderson after them.

We walked down a dimly lit hall to a large metal door at the end. Thomas and Teresa were taken another way with Chancellor Anderson doing who knows what. Once we approached the door, Dr. Paige turned to us slowly as one of the workers began opening the door. “This will, hopefully, put into perspective what our mission is, and why we do what we do.”

“Keep your mouth shut, Min, and let’s just get this over with,” I stated, turning to send a glare at Minho before moving to go into the room first. I am immediately met with a large room that looked like a forest. The next thing I noticed was the groans. I looked to the side to see Randall Spilker. He had black veins spreading around his body, blood flowing from his mouth, and the tips of his fingers were gone. “What happened to him?”

“The flare,” Randall answered. “Don’t you understand? This is what they are keeping you safe from. They are trying to keep you safe from people like me. To find a cure.”

“It’s not like we were going to leave,” Alby responds.

“Yeah, we were going to show Thomas and Teresa all the work they’ve been putting into this place,” Minho added. “We saw those huge areas you’ve been building, and wanted to show them what’s been going on.”

“Minho, respectfully, shut up,” I hissed. His big mouth was going to get us into more trouble than we already were.

“All I’m doing is defending us,” He responded.

“And because we want to get our message across, Minho, why don’t I show you around this room first?” Randall offered.

“Is that even safe?” I nearly shouted.

“We would never let the cranks harm any of you,” Dr. Paige said. “However, we will throw you in to understand them.”

Before Alby or I could register what Dr. Paige said, two other workers pulled us back out of the room, leaving Minho with the cranks. Out of the room, down the hallway, and back to the elevator; we were dragged. Once in the lift, the workers pulled out these syringes before plunging them into our necks

~~

I wake with a start, tied down to a hospital bed in my old room. Thomas is next to me, shaking me awake. I groaned before squeezing my eyes closed to block out the white lights of the room. “What the shuck, Tom.” I slowly opened them again to take in the boy in front of me. He looked nothing like earlier. He looked a few years older. “How long was I out?”

“They’ve been keeping you in an induced coma for the past three years,” he explained. “They started sending people to the maze after you got caught. Alby went first, then Newt, Minho, Gally-”

“Hold up, what maze?” I was so confused. I could not register it all at once.

“The groups they separated us in. The gigantic structures in the basement. Those are mazes like the ones we did in class. They want to monitor our brainwaves to see if they can find a cure,” he explained once again.

“How do mazes and puzzles find a cure for a DNA-altering disease? Doesn’t that seem fishy to you?”

“That’s why I woke you up,” he whispered. “They don’t know. They gave me access to all floors and rooms once Teresa and I agreed to help them, and I need backup.”

“What kind of backup?”

“Okay, so I want you to find out exactly what they are doing with the tests,” he explained. ���If anyone can figure it out, it’s you. Once you find the results and their intentions, we can get them out. You also need to hide from anyone besides me. Again, I’m the only one that knows you’re awake.”

“Got it.”

~~

It has been a few weeks of me sneaking around the facility, taking notes on every little thing I believe would be helpful to Thomas. I have been writing as much as I could, sliding the pages under his door, and hiding in one of the back closets.

Today, I was going to try and get down to the basement to see the mazes. Looking over the building plans, there was a small passage from the stairs to a platform that looks over one of the mazes. By the looks of it, it should be an easy thing, especially at night.

It was nearing midnight, and I know the majority of the staff is off to bed. I make my way down the never-ending staircases to reach the last floor before turning off towards a door that leads to the passage. The narrow hallway twisted into a spiral staircase. Once I got to the top, I opened the door to see a gigantic enclosed yard.

“Holy crap,” I whispered to myself as I looked at the field. From where I was standing, I could see a few people walking around the perimeter, and in those people, I saw Minho. It was him, Newt, Alby, Ben, and Gally. I had no clue what they were talking about but they were laughing at something, then Alby slapped the back of Minho’s head. I jotted some notes about what the place looked like and what they were doing into the notebook I snagged from one of the supply closets. I hid the book in the back of my shirt and turned to leave, but the sound of the passage door locking.

I took off running down the normal entrance/ exit stairs despite knowing it would be completely open; if I was going to get caught, I needed to make sure Thomas knew what was going on in the mazes. I took off running up the stairs, hearing the pounding of multiple sets of footsteps following behind me. I took a shortcut up to Thomas’ room. I needed to get these to him without the guards noticing.

I turned the corner to his room before throwing the entire notebook under the door and taking off toward the only exit I knew of. As I got to the last door, I opened it using a key card I had stolen from a desk, but when the door opened, I was met by Janson.

“Who woke you up?” He teased me. “Last I checked, you were unconscious.”

“I woke up myself, Ratman,” I laughed in response. “Just you wait until I tell everyone in this facility exactly what you are doing with us. I saw those grievers. You are literally trapping us and not letting us leave! I have seen seven people get killed by those grievers directly, and another ten from getting stung. I will make sure that everyone knows about the cruel punishments you put us through!”

“Maybe, but you’re not going to remember what you saw,” he responded. I was not able to respond before a doctor came up behind me and injected me with something.

~~

I couldn’t tell where I was. I couldn’t see, but I could tell that I was moving. Very fast at that. After my eyes adjusted to the dark area, I could make out that I was in a small room with boxes surrounding me. I went to go over to the crates but fell down as the room came to a sudden stop.

The top of the room opened, and I had to squint my eyes as the bright light evaded the area. Once I was able to see again, I noticed a group of guys huddled around the opening.

“What the shuck?” One said.

“Since when did they send girls here?” Another said.

“Oh great,” A third said with an eye roll, “stick her with Fry. I’m not dealing with her.”

“What is this place?” I asked. “Who are you?”

“You’ll learn with time, greenie,” The second guy said, jumping into the box. “I'm Alby. I run this place. It’s the Glade.”

“What did I miss?” A guy walked, more like limped, over from a building. “Wait, they sent a girl?”

“Yeah, Newt. What does that mean?” The first guy that spoke said.

“I don’t know,” Newt responded. He and the guy he was talking to walked over to the end, and the other jumped in with Alby and me while Newt stayed at the top.

“Minho, take her and show her around,” Alby commanded. Minho went to protest, but Alby stopped him. “Newt would, but his leg is still healing and walking ain’t doing him any good.”

“Fine, let’s go, greenie,” he huffed, climbing out of the box.

“Who are you calling greenie? What is a greenie?” I responded, following him out. “Last I checked my name was (Y/N).”

All of the guys gasped in surprise and started talking among themselves. Alby climbed out as well and pulled Newt into a side conversation while Minho just stared at me like I was crazy.

“You know your name? Already?” He asked, curious as to why the creators would send someone with at least partial memories.

“Yeah, you think I’m dumb?” I snapped.

“No, just no one remembers anything when they get here,” he snapped as well. “And until you can prove that you’re not useless, you’ll just be weak to me.”

~~

It has been a few months in the glade. I have not remembered anything other than my name, but I moved past that in order to prove myself to these boys. The only people in this place that did not question my worth were Alby and Newt even though I have worked my way up to being a builder and occasional runner.

Minho had some weird vendetta against me. He thinks I am out to get him or something stupid like that. It’s almost like he doesn't understand that I am just doing my part.

“Why don’t you let the stronger guys take care of that,” Minho sneered, poking at the fact that I was carrying wood to the area where we would have the bonfire. “Look like you’re struggling there, shank.”

“Minho, respectfully, shut up,” I growled, “Let me do my job in peace. I don’t run into the maze to bug you.”

“Hmmm, yeah you do.”

“Not on days that I’m not allowed,” I snapped. “Even then I’m not near you and Ben. I’m off on my own.”

“Hey, (Y/N), get back to work,” Gally shouted, “Those logs ain’t gonna move themselves.”

I was about to respond when the box sounded that a new shipment was in as well as a new greenie. We all went to crowd around the box, and when it opened, I recognized the person. I could not say from where, but his face looked familiar. He didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything before he jumped out of the box and bolted towards the doors of the maze. Minho and I took after him, but we didn’t need to run for long as the greenie tripped. Once we got him into the slammer, I knew I wanted to talk to Alby about making him a runner.

“That’s a suggestion you need to bring up with Minho,” Alby said. “It’s his section.”

“You know he’d never listen to me,” I started. “Plus, he’d never let a newbie into the maze.”

“Here, we will have a meeting, and we’ll vote on it.”

~~

“No.”

“We already voted, and we need more runners,” I reasoned. “You’re not even running with him. I’m the only one that doesn’t have a partner.”

“Still, I’m the keeper of the runners, so I get the final say, and I said no,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Just let it go, and leave me alone.”

“I’ll leave you alone when you respect democracy, you slinthead.” I continued following him as we approached the bonfire. Gally was already throwing hands with Ben, Winston and Fry already had Gally’s concoction and Newt was talking with the greenie. “All I’m saying is to give him a chance.”

“Fine, he got one day to prove himself, and I’m not handling him, is that clear?”

“Crystal,” I spat with a tight-lipped smile before turning away from Minho to approach Newt and greenie. However, the greenie was being pulled into the ring by the time I got to them. I looked over to Newt to see him looking nervous. “This is initiation. He’ll be fine.”

“Were you able to talk sense into Minho?”

“Yup, he’s got one day to prove himself,” I stopped, hearing someone hit the dirt. I saw the new guy on the ground, but he did not get up right away. Just as Newt and I were about to react, he jumped up screaming his name.

“Thomas!” He exclaimed. “My name is Thomas!”

~~

“Alright, Thomas,” I paused out of breath. We had just gotten closed into the maze with Minho and Alby. Minho and Alby ran together today since Ben was sung yesterday, but now, Alby was also stung. No one had ever been locked in the maze, and now the four of us had to survive together. “We just killed ourselves.”

“No, I’ve got an idea,” Thomas started.

“Thomas, no,” Minho snapped, propping Alby against the wall. “We are dead. There is no way we can survive the night with the grievers and Alby being stung. We. Are. Dead.”

“No, I have an idea. We could tie Alby to the vines and hang him up,” Thomas explained as he pointed up the wall. “We just need to work together.”

“Thomas, hate to break it to you, but Minho hates both of us,” I responded bluntly. “So while I might help and it might work, there is no way we would ever work together.”

With that, Thomas and I started wrapping the vines around Alby. We worked together to secure the vines and pull to hang him at a safe height. All the while, Minho sat and watched. Just as we finished, the sound of gears and scraping got louder, almost as if it were right around the corner. Once we secured Alby in the air, we took off in different directions instead of sticking together.

I could not tell how long I had been running, but eventually, I found a cliff and a small hiding place. I threw myself into the hole as the griever came around the corner. Thankfully, it did not see me, but another set of footsteps turned around the corner. It was Minho, but the next thing I knew, the griever was on top of him.

I did not really want to help him since he would not do the same if I was in his shoes, but I also could not let him just get stung. Thus, I jumbled out of the hole, grabbed a vine, and whipped it at the griever. “Over here, griever!” I shouted.

Minho had already been stung, but he looked over at me with a glazed look before passing out as the griever walked up to me.

“I clearly did not think this through,” I mumbled to myself as I took off running in the other direction. I, quite literally, ran into Thomas before scrambling to get up, pulling him with me. “Run!”

“What?” He trailed off but followed closely behind once he saw the griever on my tail. We ended up splitting up, me going right, and Thomas going left. I ended up doing a circle which worked out since I was able to get Minho hidden in the hole, so he would not die. He stirred as I dragged his body toward the hiding space, and he started mumbling pieces of a conversation but still not opening his eyes.

“Golden four,” he muttered. I listened curiously as there was a break, but he picked up after a second, almost as if he was having a real conversation. “Split us into groups…Sneaking into the girls’ room every night…I literally eat with you at every meal.”

That last sentence sparked something in my mind, it was like the floodgates opened, and it’s like I could remember most of my life before this maze. I do not remember specifics, but I do remember running around a huge facility with a small group of people. There were three boys, Newt. Alby and Minho, and one girl. We would cause trouble in the cafeteria, roan the halls, and run from guards. That was about as specific as I could get.

Leaving Minho where he was, I took off to find Thomas. Finding him relatively quickly with a griever pinning him down, I grabbed a vine yet again to whip at the machine. This time, instead of it just coming back at me, the vine wrapped itself around the legs of the griever and tripped it. Thomas scrambled from underneath it to stand beside me as the griever began tearing through the vines. It stood menacingly in front of us before, almost like a switch, just turning around, and leaving us without a thought.

“Minho got stung,” I told him as we started walking back to the doors. “I hid him.”

“Why would you do that? Not to be mean or anything, but you guys hate each other," Thomas asked as we dragged Minho out of the hiding spot. “He would’ve just let you did probably.”

“Regardless of our hatred, I am not letting anyone die in this maze. Not on my watch,” I replied seriously as we approached the doors that were just opening. We propped Minho against the wall as we got Alby down. Thomas carried Alby while I dragged Minho closer to the doors as they finished opening, and every glader was standing, waiting for us. I leaned closer to Thomas, whispering, “I’m not a monster.”

~~ It’s been nearly a week since we got out of the maze. Three days since we got out of the glade. Minho and Alby survived, but Gally and Chuck died on our way out. Now, we were all separated, well most of us were. The boys got to stick together, and Teresa and I stuck together. I’ve got a bad feeling about her, but I’m apparently the only one.

Minho, on the other hand, has been avoiding me like the plague. I know he’s asking about me because Thomas and Newt still talk to me, but anytime Minho sees me around them, he turns the other way. I want to know what he remembered, but I know that is something he would never tell me.

One night, I got curious. I wanted to know where the “safe” people were going, so I stole a key card and snuck through the vents to reach the backrooms. I was not expecting to see hundreds of teenagers strung up, hooked up to a multitude of machines. I found a couple of loose guns, so I grabbed those, hoping the guys would bust out with me. If not, oh well, I have a weapon now. I crawled through the vents to reach the boys’ room. I heard them talking quietly, so I waited for a break in the conversation.

“You’re not making any sense,” Newt said. “What do you mean you remember her?”

“When I got stung, I remembered a conversation and we were talking about a merge,” Minho explained. “Like I think we were here for a long time and then the WICKED people put us into the groups. Y’know, Group A and Group B, but she should’ve been in Group B. Why was she in our group?”

“We do not have time to focus on that,” Thomas reasoned. “We need to figure out exactly how you know Y/n and how we get out of here. Seriously, I have a bad feeling.”

“I think we were together,” Minho mumbled. The rest of the guys gasped, and I let out one quietly to myself. None of them heard it as they continued the conversation. “I don’t know what to think.”

“Well, how do you feel?” Newt pressed. “You wouldn’t be so caught up if you didn’t feel something for her.”

“Maybe I do!” Minho exclaimed. “She literally saved my life, but she hates me.”

“Minho, trust me,” Thomas speaks up, “she does not hate you. When she was talking about saving you in the maze, she did not look like she hated you. There’s no way.” It went silent for a while, so I decided to put aside my shock and make an appearance. I knocked on their vent. I could hear them jump before Thomas lifted it. “Oh, what’re you doing here?”

“You won’t believe me, but we need to get out of here. Now,” I pressed. “They’re stringing us up. There is no safe haven. They’re killing us.”

Running through the halls with Ratman chasing me did not bring up the best memories. I remembered waking up after Minho was sent up to the maze, and Thomas recruited me. Not the best time, but I pushed through. At one point, I tripped. I thought I was dead. However, to my shock, someone stopped.

“You’re not dying on me. I won’t let you go now that I remember,” Minho. It was Minho. It’s always been Minho.

~~~ Part 2 ->

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[stayandot8]

Y(our) World

Genre: angstangstangst

Relationship type: established boyfriend/girlfriend until they're...not

Important Contents: reader getting jealous and lashing out at Chan, igniting a breakup that neither wants to happen; letting the intrusive bad thoughts win

a/n: I'm sorry that I'm not sorry. this hurts me more than it hurts you, I promise.

WC: 3.2k

masterlist l part two

The TV was filling the room with a silent buzz, the picture coming into focus of my boyfriend and his group members, performing at some music award show. They all had their own ways of performing, each striking in their own way. My eyes flitted to each of them, lingering always on the boy I loved. The way he moved usually left me breathless, always causing my brain to short circuit. This time was no different, watching them move as one unit, each a moving piece in a bigger machine in their performance. 

Curled up on the couch in his shared apartment, I grabbed my phone, ready to send him my usual text straight after a performance. 

Me: You surprise me every time you perform. I don’t think I could ever get tired of it.  

Usually watching them would fill me with pride, knowing he was mine and he was so good at what he did. Tonight was not the case. All I could think about was how busy he was this month. It was performance after performance and appearances at music awards. I couldn’t be prouder of them, truly. But this time, this night, I felt the pang of sadness hit me out of nowhere. Watching them move across the stage accepting their award, I couldn’t help the thought process I fell down. Wow, they look so good tonight. Oh look! He’s talking to that girl from that group he likes.  I wonder what she said to make him laugh like that. Wow, she’s really pretty… I don’t think I could ever look like that. Her whole group is really stunning. I bet they’re having a great time. They probably have so much to talk about…

That was when it hit me. I was never going to understand him and his job like she would. Like any of them would. The pressures of his work, the hardships he was facing, I could try. But I was never going to get it. Not like he deserved. He deserved to have someone that could do that for him. 

Deep in thought, I brought my empty plate to the sink, mindlessly washing it. My mind was a wasteland of thoughts, each bouncing from one disheartening idea to the next. The occasional ‘no, he’s not like that’ would come in, only to be drowned out by the opposite. 

Was all this important to him? Would I want to try and fit into his world like that? The answer was an immediate no. 

Done with the dishes, I shuffled my now heavy feet back to Chris’s room, desperate to quiet my racing mind. Maybe I should bring this up to him… This was my last thought on the subject before I passed out, not even bothering to pull the blanket over me. 

***

I was pulled from my unsuccessful slumber by the sound of movement across the room. I pulled my sleep-deprived eyelids apart to see Chan moving things around on his desk and mumbling to himself, his back to me. 

“Morning.” I said quietly, my voice still hoarse from disuse. He turned to me with a grimace. 

“Morning, baby. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to wake you. Go back to sleep.” His voice was quiet, probably from his own exhaustion. 

“Actually,” I said, sitting up and groaning in the process. “There was something I wanted to talk to you about.”

“Oh okay. Can we talk about it while I grab something to eat? I only have a few minutes until I need to be back at the company.” He nodded and gave me a half smile before he exited, expecting me to follow suit. I huffed. 

“Okay…” I said to myself. So it’s going to be one of those days… I crawled out of the sheets and slowly made my way down the hallway, following the familiar smell. I emerge to find Chan rustling around in the fridge, more mumbling to himself. It made me smile at his turned back. I have to give him a chance, right? I took a deep breath to gather my courage. 

“Chris?” He paused his ruffling and slowly turned to me, his eyes wide like a child caught stealing. 

“That sounded serious. Okay, I’m all yours.” He closed the fridge and brought his full attention on me, his hands folded on the kitchen island. HIs eyes scanned my face for any indication, which I refused to give him.

“Well, just watching you last night, it made me…well… I was wondering if there was any way you could bring me with you tonight?” His brows lifted in slight surprise then fell.

“I’m not sure I can bring you actually. I don’t know what the rules are for that. I can ask though, but I make no promises, okay?” I nodded, not knowing what they could possibly say about it. Their company was weird about these sorts of things, it would be hard to predict. “Okay, I’ll ask when I get in, alright? I’m off.” He crossed the room to peck me on my cheek then left without a look back, the door mocking my annoyance as it shut. 

I got a phone call from him about two hours later. 

“Okay, they said you could come but there are a few rules we have to abide by. You can’t sit with us, which, trust me, Han is more upset about than anyone else.” He earned an involuntary chuckle from me. 

“I figured I couldn’t sit with you guys so that’s no surprise. What else?”

“Unfortunately, we can’t talk to you alone either. Something about cameras seeing you and getting suspicious. I don’t know but I already hate it. You pretty much can’t act like you know us. And we have to act the same.” I didn’t know what to say to that, so I stayed silent. 

“I know, baby, I don’t like it either. But this was what they told me. If you want to come, I’d love for you to. But I understand if you’ve changed your mind. They’ll send a car for you at six. They’ll wait ten minutes for you and then they’ll leave. It’s up to you. I hope I’ll see you there. I have to get back now. I love you.” 

“Love you.” I hung up before he could, now with a decision to make. It wasn’t really a hard one. Of course I was going. Now it was just a matter of what dress I would wear. 

***

Riding in the car was so awkward, it was a wonder I wasn’t out of my mind by the time I arrived at the venue. Stepping out in the highest heels I owned, my dress was hitting the pavement behind the very, very loud space. It was a wonder anyone could think straight in there. I followed the manager assigned to me as she led the way through to my place at a table far away from anyone else. Once we found it, she gave me a curt nod and left me to my own devices. Grabbing the back of my chair, I surveyed my other companions, each near to their seat as they conversed with those around them. 

The space was grander than any I had seen before, everywhere I looked there was another person I had seen on TV, another face plastered on billboards in the outside world. The stage was massive, different microphones spread across for everyone to grab as needed. The tables were all covered in white tablecloths, water bottles at every setting. I moved from heeled foot to heeled foot, trying to find some sort of friendly face that I could talk to. Everyone looked engaged in their own conversations however, so I simply sat down while I looked at the placecard in the middle of the table, simply saying ‘Reserved’ on a plain white card. 

A good-looking young man sat next to me, waving to the man he had just finished talking to. When his eyes finally reached me, he gave me a once-over as I did the same to him. He whistled. I was taken aback, raising a brow to him. 

“So you’re dating an idol too, huh? I can see why.” He smirked at me, a glimmer in his eye, full of knowing. My eyes squinted at him in suspicion. 

“How’d you know? Is this the ‘I’m dating an idol but no one can know’ table?” I leaned in towards him, ready for him to tell me if this statement was true. He nodded sadly, not knowing that his nod would send me into a spiral for the rest of the night. 

“This is my sixth time at one of these things. Everytime I see her ignore me, it kills me just a little bit. And it doesn’t get any easier unfortunately. But seeing them perform still fills you with pride, doesn’t it? As long as that feeling never goes away, you two will be just fine. Trust me.” I nodded in agreement, letting my thoughts wander again. How many times would I be invited along? Would Chris even be able to see me from up there? Would he even be looking? That was the moment I saw them walk in, all eight of them bowing and clapping as they settled in at their table across the room. I watched him, my chest getting heavier as he sat with his brothers. All around him, other members of other groups would stop and talk to him, casting his contagious smile to them as they talked. It should’ve made me proud but I couldn’t help but feel as though a balloon had popped and I was deflating. Soon I would fly around the room, praying I would land in front of him so that he would look at me. As the third person left him at his table, I watched him pick up his phone and type furiously. He then raised his eyes to roam around the room. I hoped he was looking for me. My phone then buzzed on the table.

Channie ❣️: Where are you? Are you here? Please say you’re here

My fingers were slow to pick up my phone, my response coming too slowly to me.

Me: Yes, I’m here. Good luck. I know you’ll win.

I watched him read my text, his face confused. Han nudged him, a questioning look on his face. I could read his lips asking what was wrong. Chan shook his head and pushed him away before going back to his phone. His fingers flew across it again. My phone buzzed. 

Channie ❣️: Where are you?? I can’t find you

Me: Don’t worry about it, I’ll see you after. Smile pretty for the camera

That girl I had seen the night before came by his table again. I felt my heart quicken its pace, my swallow not quite going down easily. She gave him that easy smile I had seen on the TV, even prettier in person. He returned her easy smile, standing to return the hug she was inviting him into. The small gasp I emitted made the kind stranger turn to me again, his eyes following mine. 

“Ah, I see. I hate to be the one to tell you, but she’s been known to flirt with him at these shows. She’s had the biggest crush on him and she hasn’t been the most discreet about it.” My hands had clenched into fists, not able to take my eyes off the two of them talking. Every so often she would laugh and place her hand on his shoulder. The more I watched, the more irritated he seemed. But being the kind gentleman he was, he didn’t remove her hand from his body. It took everything in me not to stomp across the room and remove it for her. I couldn’t help hearing the blood boil in my veins, the pounding in my head inescapable. I couldn’t get a handle on my breathing until she walked away, her delicate hand lingering a little too long on his arm as she walked away. I watched her walk back to her group of girls, a sly smile on her lips the whole way. If I could make daggers with my eyes, she would’ve been flat on the floor before she even made it two steps. But I still couldn’t get this man seated next to me and his words out of my head as the show went on. 

She’s had a crush on him.

Maybe he wanted to be with someone who understood his life better than I did. She was an idol too, she knew the path and the hard work it took to make this career work for herself. I bet they wouldn't have to hide their relationship like we have to… 

The show went by quickly and before I knew it, I was back in the silent car being driven back to Chan’s apartment. I thanked the driver and his companion and slowly trailed to the familiar front door. I opened it, falling into it behind me as it shut. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, willing the tears not to fall, daring them back into my skull. I didn’t want Chris to see what I had been thinking. He always told me I was a terrible poker player, my thoughts always written on my face. I shook my head, telling myself I wouldn’t cry, I couldn’t. 

I trudged back to Chan’s room, kicking off the heels I had been so excited for him to see me in. Now they simply mocked me for what my hopes had been for the evening. I started undressing in the hallway, desperate to get any expectations I had off of me and deep in a drawer, buried and forgotten. 

I opted for my own clothes, grabbing my bag to pack what I needed. I decided I was going to sleep at my own place tonight, I didn’t… I couldn’t be around him tonight. He would get me to say everything I didn’t want to say with one look, one ‘are you okay’ would get me to spill my whole mind in front of him. But I wasn’t quick enough. I heard the front door close and slumped, bracing for the impending conversation. 

“Baby?” He called out to me, his voice drawing nearer to my location. I didn’t respond, opting to quicken my pace for packing. If I didn’t care about folding anything, if I left my toothbrush here, I might be able to get out before he asked too many questions. My plan was foiled quickly as he rounded the corner right into his bedroom. I couldn’t face him as I continued. If I had turned I would’ve seen his shoulders falling and confusion in his puppy eyes. “What are you doing? Where are you going?”

“I think I need to sleep at my own place tonight. I just don’t…” I couldn’t finish the thought aloud, afraid I would say something I might regret if I didn’t leave now. I zipped up my bag and made for the door, unable to meet his eyes. He stood in my way, not letting me move. I backed away, staring at the carpet. “Chris, please move. Let me out.”

“No. What happened? Did someone say something to you? Please, baby, talk to me.” He placed his hands on my shoulders, similar to what that girl had done to him…

“Please, just let me go home. We can talk later.” I finally gathered enough strength to actually push past him and head for the door. I didn’t get far though before his voice stopped me again. 

“Was it that girl that stopped me? Did you see her keep touching me? God, I wanted to rip them off of me.” I said nothing. I would be fine if I could just make it to the other side of that door…

“So I guess this means you’re not coming to any other award shows then?” I stopped in my tracks, only a foot from my target. I took a shuddering breath, still fighting those damn tears. 

“At least she knows what it’s like, huh? She knows what you’ve been through better than I ever could. She appreciates all the work you put into everything you do. She wouldn’t text you late at night wondering where you are or miss you in the darkest hours of the night, trying to understand that you love what you do.”

“What are you talking about? Where is this coming from?”

“I don’t belong in this world, Chris. In your world. I just can’t see where I fit. I never have and I don’t want to.” I still couldn’t face him, whatever I was going to say next would be my own undoing. Those tears finally escaped as he uttered his next words. 

“What’re you talking about “my world”? You are my world.”

“I don’t belong here. No one knows me, no one cares who I am. I just need to remove myself from the picture altogether so you can be with someone who understands you.” I wiped my tears then reached for the handle again, the grip on my bag tighter than ever. He rushed over to shut the door before I could open it, shoving himself between me and my saving grace. 

“No. That’s not happening. There’s no way I’m letting you go.” He tried to force me to look at him, but I shut my eyes and moved as he tried to grab my chin. I was quiet, choosing my next words carefully.

“Then I need to let you go.” My soul was being crushed the more I spoke, my resistance evident if he looked hard enough. He was quick to respond, grasping at anything to change my mind.

“But I refuse to let YOU go. You can think that but I will never stop caring about you, thinking about you, loving you. I will not let you walk away from this. I will fight for this. Why aren’t you fighting for this? What’s gotten into you?”

“Because sometimes the cost of battle outweighs the prize to be won. I am tired of having this same argument with myself. I can’t keep doing this. I don’t want to have to give up parts of myself to fit into a world I don’t want to be in.” He got quiet. His confusion was written in every crevice of his face, his eyes searching me for some sort of explanation. The next words he spoke were slow in disbelief. 

“So you’re just going to give up on us?”

“It’s too much work for me. Is it not exhausting for you?” I finally looked into his eyes, begging him to understand what I was saying beneath it all. I closed my eyes, exhaustion taking over my bones. His voice was low and shaky. 

“Not for me. Not when it’s you.”

That was when the dam broke. I fell against the wall, my knees giving out and crumbling underneath me. I buried my tears in my hands, the heaving becoming involuntary. I broke, my breath coming in shorter spurts, leading to inadvertent shakes taking over.

“That’s not fair.” The words choked their way out in between sobs. He was hunched over, eyes never leaving me as his own tears broke through. He lowered himself next to my hunched form, wiping his wet face. 

“It’s not my world without you in it.” A quiet pause, only the sounds of his sniffles and my sobs heard throughout the room. His voice was small, still shaking as he whispered,

“Just don't leave me.”

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[essenceofsunflower]

⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ RETH x READER

wc: 2983 tags: fem!reader, she/her reader pronouns, reth from palia, canon events (i guess could be spoilery?), finding your shepp, self indulgent writing, not proofread or beta read :D

masterlist

“Find a shepp,” you muttered to yourself with a sigh. It was hard enough trying to navigate this newfound world, let alone trying to find a shepp per Eshe’s request. Since spawning into this place they called Kilima Village, you had been thrown into task after task. How would you ever find the time to build relationships with the villagers if you were always busy? You decided that today you would take a break from being the errand girl for everyone and instead would meet everyone you could find in hopes that you would find someone who would be willing to be your shepp. Up until now, you had only briefly spoken to most of the town, but no one knew you well enough to be your shepp just yet.

As you came into town, you assumed that Ashura would probably have wise words of advice on the fact of the matter. Hurrying along, you walked into the inn to find Ashura at his desk. 

“Hey, Ashura!” you said cheerily as you approached him. The large, gentle giant softly smiled. “Welcome in, y/n! Good to see you today. How are things going for ya?” he asked.

“Honestly? Well, I need some advice. You know this place, and the people, better than anyone, so I was going to see if you have any tips for me on picking a shepp?” 

“A shepp? So that’s what Eshe has you doing, I see. Well, many of the townsfolk would be more than happy to be a shepp- but,” he gave you a look, “asking them to be your own comes with a lot of responsibility on their part. You don’t want just anyone to be your shepp, and it should be someone you feel close to or have a connection with.”

“Responsibility? Eshe didn’t really explain much of all this to me. I thought they just told Eshe ‘Yep, she’s one of us!’ and that was it.”

Ashura chuckled. “In a way, yes, that is what they do. But their job as your shepp doesn’t stop there. They’re responsible for you, so anything you do- whether that’s good or bad- reflects upon them, too. Likewise, anything they do can also affect your own standing in Eshe’s eyes, if you get what I mean.”

“Oh… so we are kinda tied to each other’s social standing?” The wheels in your head began to turn. Who would you choose as your shepp then? It seemed the task wasn’t going to be as easy as you once thought it’d be.

“Yes, at least in the beginning it will be. But once you’re on your feet, most of us will forget who you picked as your shepp and there won’t be a little red string tying you guys together anymore. But don’t just rush into it, you’ve got all the time you need to pick someone who best fits you and your lifestyle. I know you aren’t Majiri like us, but maybe figuring out what path you like can help you narrow down your candidates.”

“Path. That’s right! A lot of you guys have your own path, so maybe I should find one I could call my own as well. Thanks, Ashura! I knew you’d be a big help for sure.”

“Oh, it’s nothing. It’s what I’m here for, of course. Kilima Village has a pretty good variety of those in different paths, there is a path for everyone- from farming, furniture making, to cooking-  you’ll figure it out.” Ashura placed a hand on your shoulder and gave a soft smile before walking past you to go about his day.

There is a path for everyone. Surely someone in this town had a path you could find yourself in, you just had to figure out who it was. As you stood there, racking your brain through the makeshift list of names in your head, you heard the rumbling coming from your stomach. You had been so immersed in your search for finding a shepp today that you forgot to make yourself something to eat. You looked around the inn, seeing the bar open for business.

“What’cha got on the menu today, Reth?” you asked as you put your hands on the counter. The elf playfully contemplated his response, acting as if he was thinking long and hard about it. “Well, I would say my famous lettuce soup, but I’d be willing to whip up something different if you wanted,” he said with a smirk.

“As much as I love your lettuce soup, I don’t think I can have that for breakfast. How about some bacon-stuffed mushrooms? What do I have to do to get some of those on your menu?” you laughed. Reth was someone who was fun to talk to, in your opinion. You knew that the rest of the town had their own opinions about him, but none of it mattered to you. You enjoyed how go with the flow he was and how he always seemed to take each day one at a time.

“You know what, for you, I can make those. Just don’t tell people I make stuff off the menu.” He winked and turned around to start prepping the food. As you watched him chop the ingredients and assemble your meal, you wondered what his thoughts were on paths and choosing a shepp. “Reth, what do you think I should do about finding a shepp? Ashura said I should find someone who’s on a path that I can find myself in, but I don’t even know where to start.”

Reth scoffed to himself. “You sure you want to ask me about paths and shepps? I don’t think I’m really the best one to give you any advice on that, y/n. But if you wanna know how I feel, I think that these paths people take just because their parents do is a little outdated of an idea. I think what Ashura means is finding a path that you like, that you enjoy doing. You lucked out being human, even if you changed your mind, no one is really gon’ say much about it.” His tone changed towards the end of his sentence.

“Yeah, so I’ve heard. The Majiri don’t seem too understanding if you change paths… but I’m sure you know it all too well, but I’m glad you’re doing something you like.”

“Me too, this stuff is way more fun than getting splinters all day and hammering away on furniture,” he said as he put the plate of bacon-stuffed mushrooms in front of you. The food looked immaculate, you could tell it was made by someone who truly loved what they were doing.

Hey, Reth,” you said quietly as you started to cut the food into pieces. Reth turned around and wiped his hands on his apron. “Yeah? What’s up? It’s not good? Don’t tell me that, just lie to me,” he snickered.

“No, no. It’s not the food, this is good, great even,” you said as you finished a bite. “Do you think, maybe, you would be my shepp?”

Reth looked astounded by the question. “What?! ME ?! Y/N, I wouldn’t even know what to do with myself as a shepp. Maybe if I knew you better, but even then, you sure you want me to be that person? I don’t really have the best reputation in the village.”

You pushed the food around on the plate, almost feeling stupid for even thinking he’d agree to something so serious. It wasn’t like Reth to be tied to anything, let alone a new person in the village who was asking a lot of him. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have asked. You’re probably right,” you said quietly.

Reth leaned on the counter and met your eye level. “Look, if it comes down to it and you still don’t have someone, then I’ll do it. But there’s gotta be someone way better out there for your decision than this guy. But I will do it if no one else will-”

“Really?!” you exclaimed, cutting him off. Reth put up his index finger. “Yeah, but on one condition,” he chuckled. “You just have to promise to keep coming into the inn and having breakfast, lunch, and dinner here for a while before I really agree to it. I gotta know the person I’m shepping for before saying yes for real, don’t I?”

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You know what, Reth. I think I can do that, but only if you promise me you won’t make me lettuce soup every time I come in.” Reth laughed heartily at your response and nodded his head in approval. “Fine, you got a deal.” He made his way to the other side of the counter to take someone else’s order and began prepping their food for them. 

It was hard not to watch in awe as he prepared the orders he had coming in. He was meticulous with his cuts and attentive to all timers in the kitchen, basically ready to take stuff out before the timers could even go off. It was like watching an artist paint a masterpiece as he plated the food and garnished it before passing it across the counter. As you continued to watch, you admired how much fun it looked like he had cooking. Finally, you finished your food.

“Reth,” you called to him as you placed your coins on the counter. “For the food.” You got off the seat and waved goodbye. “See ya later, Y/N! I’ll be here all day,” he laughed as he waved back. You left the inn in a better state than you came in, at least you knew that if all else failed with the rest of the town, Reth had promised to be your shepp.

ɞ────⋆˚₊⋆ ๑

The coming weeks didn’t bring any result in picking a shepp. Everyone was either too busy to commit to it or didn’t feel right with your relationship being so new with them. You walked into the inn and sat at the bar, laying your head in your arms and letting out a long sigh.

“Hey, hey, hey. This is a ‘no-sad-human-zone’, you can’t do that here,” Reth said as he leaned on the counter in front of you, resting his head in his palm. “Ughhh,” you groaned dramatically. “Wow, that bad, huh? I bet I know what will fix it.” He snapped his finger and walked into the back of the bar where the pantry and other cooking supplies were at. A few moments later, you could feel him put down a plate of food on the counter beside you. “This one’s on the house,” he said as you raised your head up to look at what he brought out. It was a fresh bowl of ramen, complete with boiled eggs and green onions on top. Reth leaned over and whispered to you. “Just don’t tell anyone I let you have it for free, okay?” He winked and grabbed a cleaning rag to start wiping off the counter.

You appreciated the sentiment, especially coming from Reth since you two were starting to grow a little closer after all the visits you had promised to make to the inn. “Reth, what do you do outside of this place?” Reth paused for a moment, a little confused by the question. “You mean like once I leave work? Uh… I do…. stuff, I guess.” His tone implied he wasn’t really trying to answer the question, but you couldn’t pinpoint why.

“Well, are you going somewhere when you’re done today?” you asked, not really sure where you were going with the series of questions.

“I have a few things I have to do later tonight, but nothing right after we close up here. Why? You tryin' to ask me to hangout?” He chuckled and kept wiping the counter. 

“Actually, yeah. Do you want to?” You were still unsure yourself what was even going on, but the conversation just seemed to flow naturally. You did want to know more about Reth after all this time, and he did say he needed to know you more before officially agreeing to be your shepp. Short conversations over a meal while he worked weren’t really the best way for you two to get to know each other.

“Oh, uh,” Reth said, scratching the back of his head and smiling. “I didn’t expect you to actually say that was the plan. But ya know what, I think we can do that. Why don’t you come back later at say, 6pm? I’ll be finishing up here and we can go somewhere then. How’s that sound?”

“Sure, that sounds good. Thanks, Reth.” You started to eat your food as you noticed Reth checking the clock on the wall. “I’ll be right back, I have to.. Get a few things from the storeroom.” Reth scurried off out of the bar and rushed down the stairs to the basement area. After a few minutes, you felt a large hand on your shoulder. You turned to see Ashura standing beside you, he looked like he needed something.

“Have you seen Reth? I got a few things I need to talk to that boy about, but he’s always in and out doing things,” he said.

“He just had to go to the storeroom for something, but when he gets back I can let him know that you need him?” You gave a shrug as you suggested.

“Yeah, that’ll work. Thanks, Y/N. I have to head out to the garden, but he should know where to find me.” He gave a sincere smile and left the inn. You looked up at the clock. Reth had been gone for at least 10 minutes. What on earth does he have to even get down there? And what about his job? Luckily, the bar wasn’t full of people waiting on him, but what if it was? He would be in high water with Ashura come the end of the day, and you definitely didn’t want to see if that sweet man was capable of bringing down the hammer.

You glanced around the bar; it didn’t look like anyone was coming to get food anytime soon so you decided to go downstairs to see if Reth needed help with whatever it was he was getting. You got up from the bar and made your way down the steps of the inn. It was your first time down there, but the store room was just across the room past the little boat docks under the inn. As you grabbed the door handle, you felt it turn and pull open as Reth left the storeroom. “Oh! Uh.. Y/N, what are you doing down here?” he asked nervously.

“Well, you were gone for so long, I thought maybe you needed some help or something. And plus, Ashura said he was looking for you.” Reth let out a groan. “Yeah, I forgot I have some errands I have to run tonight for him. He’s probably just reminding me.” He let out a soft sigh under his breath. “We may have to reschedule our little hangout tonight, if that’s alright.”

“Yeah, that’s fine…,” you said. The two of you sat awkwardly in silence for a moment before you broke it. “Maybe I can help you with some of the errands so you get done early?” Reth’s face lit up at the offer. “Hey! That just might work.” He snapped his fingers. “How about you do a few of the deliveries and pick up some things, and I’ll take care of the rest? I promise the deliveries aren’t that bad, just a handful of things to take and pick up.”

His bright smile made you smile as well. “Sure, you just tell me where to go.” Reth pulled out his order pad and wrote down the people to deliver to and who to pick up ingredients from. “There, that should be it. Eshe’s stuff’s all done, just upstairs in the back fridge. You’d be a real lifesaver doing this for me.”

You took the list and walked back upstairs with Reth. He led you into the back kitchen area and got the delivery package out of the fridge and handed it to you. “Careful with it, it’s a luxury to deliver this special dinner of mine to Eshe. Gotta deliver it safely or it’s both our hides that’ll be skinned,” he chuckled. “And just let the others know you’re picking up for me, they should have the stuff ready for you. Thanks again.” He bashfully smiled, something you hadn’t really seen before, but it was endearing. “No problem, I’ll be back before long,” you said before you left the inn.

Eshe’s delivery was your first priority, so you made your way across the bridge down from the stables and found her waiting, impatiently to no surprise. “Hey, Eshe! Have something for you,” you said as you pulled the package out and offered it to her. You watched Eshe look at the package and then back up at you before taking it. “So Reth has you doing his job for him? Hmph, seems fitting. This better be what I’ve been waiting for, not like that awful lettuce soup he pushes every time you order at the inn.”

“He doesn’t have me doing them, I offered to just help him out. I’m sure the food he made is well up to par; he really puts in a lot of work into his food, ya know,” you said assuredly. Eshe scoffed at your reply and tucked the package under her arm. “For his sake, I hope it is. If not, he will surely hear about it.” She walked off towards her house and left you standing there alone.

“These people really feel some type of way about him, don’t they?” you mumbled to yourself. 

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Childhood Crush

Chapter 11: Zinc

Killer x gn!reader word count: 2.7k a/n: ngl, i rewrote this like three times lmfao next

“You know, when I invited you to stay for dinner, that doesn’t meant you had to make it,” Myra said with a small laugh as she sat at the table with you and her daughter. You were currently serving up some food. “What are these called, y/n?”

“They’re cabbage rolls.” Tell someone you’re missing your brother without telling them that you’re missing your brother.

“They look so good!” Lily was grinning ear to ear. “Let them cool off a little first, then start eating them.” The girl nodded excitedly, bouncing up and down in her seat.

“Do you have children of your own?” You looked at Myra, shaking your head. “No, I have a little brother. I raised him and his friends were always around too. It was like I was a mother of three from my teens.” You never really considered Killer as one of the ones you raised. If anything, he helped you wrangle them in. 

“Sounds like quite the handful you grew up with.” There was a fond smile on Myra’s face. You laughed, shaking your head. “You have no idea.” You finished serving everyone, sitting down at the table.

You make idle chit chat with the both of them, feeling the best you’ve felt in a while. You didn’t realize how much you craved human interaction until now. You’d been holing up for so long, you were going somewhat insane. 

Myra asked a lot about you and you asked about them. Turns out this was an island of scientists. They had the most advanced medicines and groundbreaking search. They even had a training facility. With an island with as much knowledge as they had, they had to be able to defend themselves. 

“Can I visit the lab?” you asked.

Myra laughed and nodded. “Absolutely. We can go in the morning. Do you need a place to stay for the night?”

“Oo! Can y/n sleep with me! I wanna have a sleepover!” 

“Oh, I’m sure they want to have their own space to sleep, but I’m sure they’d love to read you a bedtime story.” Myra looked up at you, winking. You caught on.

“Absolutely. Whatever you want me to read, just let me know.” You smiled. Lily seemed bummed about not sharing a bed, but she was content with being able to have a story read to her by you. 

After dinner, you went to go tuck in Lily, reading her a book. It didn’t take her long to fall asleep and you headed back downstairs. “She asleep?” Myra came out of the kitchen drying her hands from the dishes. You had tried to do them, but she had shooed you away. “You cooked, so I’ll clean,” she had said.

“”Yeah. Out like a light.” You let out a small chuckle. “I remember when my brother was that little. We didn’t really have story books though, so I just came up with whatever.”

“Sounds like you raised him the best you could.” 

“I tried…” You shook your head, trying not to dwell on things.

“Anyway. Thanks for letting me stick around. I can get out of your hair-”

“You’re staying, remember?”

“Oh, you don’t have to.”

“I’m well aware. But you’re coming to the lab in the morning anyway, so this’ll be the easiest way.” She shrugged, smiling at you. You squirm a little and nod. “O-Okay. Thanks.”

“Would you like some tea? I want to poke your brain a little more. You said some interesting things at dinner that I’d like to know about.”

You blinked, nodding. “Uh, sure. Yeah. Whatever you wanna know.”

Myra and you talked well into the night. You told her some of the things you made and she seemed absolutely interested in everything you had to say. She asked questions when she had them and even seemed impressed with some of the things you accomplished. You were flustered to say the least.

Who knows, maybe if tomorrow went well, you could stay.

--

“Doctor Ziegler! Welcome back!” There was a chorus of greetings as you walked into the lab with Myra the next morning. Turns out Myra was pretty much the head of the whole island. She was the top dog. Talk about insane coincidence. That had to be a sign that you were meant to be here.

Myra showed you around and you were in awe. There were machines that you were seeing that you had never even thought could exist. There was so much you could learn here and from what Myra said, so much you could teach them as well. 

They all had been raised around science while you had to pretty much teach it to yourself. You had more practical methods for some things. You held a new perspective that they were looking for. 

At the end of the day, Myra had a proposition for you.

“What if you stayed here? You could stay at my place.”

You just stared at her in disbelief. You still couldn’t believe this was happening. You were seeing so many amazing things and now this amazing woman was asking you to stay. To help provide them with new insights. 

“I-” You took a deep breath, trying to process it.

A laugh came from Myra. “I know it’s a lot to take in. Don’t feel like you need to answer immediately. You can take some time if you need. I know you’re a pirate n’ all, but I feel like you’d be an excellent addition to our team.” She smiled warmly at you.

“Ah, yeah…let me think about it. I’ll get back to you in the morning.” 

With that, you left. You needed to talk to your brother first and foremost. While you walked back to the ship, you were mulling over your options. Honestly, they were all pointing to staying. You were looking for an excuse to leave the crew at this point. Plus, if you stayed and furthered your own knowledge, perhaps you could finally be of use to your brother. You could make better medicines. Hell, you might even be able to get your arm back. 

For the first time in a long time, you felt hopeful.

--

“Absolutely not.” Eustass wouldn’t even entertain the idea of you staying, but you weren’t going to let him squash your dreams.

“Bold of you to assume I’m asking.” You glared at him with your hands on your hips. He dropped the box he had with a groan, turning on you. “Bigs, I’m not letting you stay at some random island just cause you want to.”

He glared at you. “You fucking disappear for two days and now you just wanna fuckin’ stay? Leave us? Like hell I’m letting you do that.”

You just stared at him. The audacity of this kid sometimes. “Listen. I’m staying and that’s final. There’s a lot of shit I can learn here. And you guys have things you need to do.”

“Killer!”

“I’m not touching this one, captain. This is all you.”

Eustass cursed at Killer who didn’t even respond, letting him say what he wanted. You sighed. “I know you’re worried. But, I’ll come find you, okay? I’ll only stay maybe a year or two. There’s a lot I can learn from here. I’ll come back with more ways to help out the crew.” 

He looked at you for a long moment. “Whatever. Do whatever the fuck you want.” Then he turns on his heels and stomps on the ship. You run a hand through your hair. You weren’t expecting it to end up that badly. You thought that after your last fight he’d be willing to just let you leave.

“Y/N!” You turn around to see Dive, like her namesake, diving off the ship and towards you. You don’t have time to move as she collides into you, but you braced for impact just enough to catch her. “For fuck’s sake, Dive!” 

She just cackled as she hung off of you as if she was some small child. Well, she was shaped like one. She looked up at you, jumping off. “I heard you talking when I was passing.” She frowned deeply. “Are you really leaving?”

You nodded, sighing as you sat down on a box. “Yes. But it’s just for a little bit, I swear.” You smiled at her. She narrowed her eyes. “Don’t lie to me I literally heard you tell the captain a year or two. That isn’t a little bit at all.”

“Well, in the grand scheme of things - that’s not very long.”

“That’s years, y/n! That’s such a long time,” she groaned, flopping onto your lap. “What am I supposed to do without you?”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll figure out something to do. Just…don’t chew on the ship.”

She looked at you, a devious glint in her eye. “If you leave, there’s no stopping me from chewing on the ship.” Your face turned into a deadpan. “I will leave you with nothing to strengthen your teeth if you act like that.”

Her eyes widened and she pursed her lips. “Mmm, fine. I’ll behave.” She folded her arms and pouted. “Fuckin’ dumb,” she grumbled. “Why do you have to go?” she whined.

You sighed, leaning back on your hands. “Because…” A certain face popped into your mind, immediately souring your mood. “I could learn a lot here. Then when I come back I’ll have even cooler shit for you guys.”

Dive seemed to mull it over. “I still think you’re just fine.” Honestly, you were a little shocked right now. You weren’t expecting Dive to try to get you to stay. Or anyone really. Not from what Kese had said. Maybe he had been lying? Or maybe this was some elaborate plan to keep you on the ship so that Eustass didn’t have to worry.

But you didn’t want him to feel obligated to watch over you anymore. Besides, you had already dug your grave and made your decision. You were staying.

After a few more minutes of shooting the shit with Dive, you headed to your lab to start gathering your things.

While you were packing up your things, members of the crew came to say goodbye. You still weren’t sure how the hell to feel about everything. Was this your brother’s ploy to make you feel bad and stay? You appreciated the sentiment, but you weren’t going to stay. You knew you’d only hold him back. 

Later that night, you’re packing up your things in the lab. You hear a knock on your doorframe. You look to see Eustass, Killer, Heat, and Wire standing there. You fully turn towards them. “Hello?” You’re confused, but not exactly unhappy to see them.

Heat walks over to you, wrapping his arms around you in a firm hug as he lifts you off the floor. You sputtered in confusion for a moment, blinking rapidly as you were processing what was going on. “We’re gonna miss you.” Then he set you down and you looked up at him. You offered a small smile. “I’m gonna miss you too. 

“Be safe, y/n.” Wire was speaking this time in his usual cool tone. You look at him and nod. “Always.” There was a somber mood and this was the calmest you had seen some of them, but you supposed this was also the first time you weren’t going to see them for an extended amount of time in…almost a decade? And you’ve been at your brother’s side since he was born.

“We did make something for you,” Eustass said with a bit of a grimace on his face. It seemed like he was accepting he couldn’t stop you, but he was still clearly not happy about it. At least he was respecting your wishes.

Killer stepped forward, presenting a sheathed knife to you. You looked at the four of them before taking it gently in your hands. “We wanted you to have something to defend yourself on the new island,” Killer said. “Can’t have you dying on us,” Wire chimed in. You laughed gently, a fond expression forming on your face.

“We were gonna wait for your birthday, but…” Eustass dropped off his sentence, folding his arms and looking away. “Someone wants to fuckin’ leave.” He was straight up pouting and it was honestly very amusing.

You took the knife out, wrapping your hand around the grip. It was absolutely stunning. The metal was different colors depending on the lighting and it seemed to have a slight curve to it. Much akin to the scythes you had made for Killer all those years ago. You saw your brother’s jolly roger in the hilt and etched into the base of the blade itself. 

You felt your face soften and tears start forming in your eyes. “You guys are so fuckin’ sweet,” you grumbled, sniffling. You wiped your tears away, putting the blade up and quickly attaching it to your belt.

“We’re gonna miss you,” Killer said. You nodded, looking at all of them. “And I’m gonna miss you all too.” Your brother walked up to you, easily towering you,  and you looked up at him. There was a mixture of emotions on his face, but it seemed he finally gave in. He hugged you tightly - you holding him in turn. 

“I’m so proud of you, Tungsten. Remember that, alright?” You felt him tense for a moment before hugging you a little tighter. You just smiled fondly. Honestly, you were worried what would happen if you weren’t around, but you knew they’d hold their own. After all, how the hell would you protect them anyway? You needed this. All you had done your entire life was take care of them and it was time for you to figure out your own thing.

At least for a little while. 

“Don’t die on us, Bigs,” Eustass mumbled, clearing his throat. You let out a small laugh, pulling away from him and taking his face in your hands. You grinned widely. “You should know it takes a lot to kill a roach like me.” He stared for a moment before letting out his own large grin. “Fuck yeah. That’s right.”

“Just make sure none of you die on me, okay?” you said, stepping back and looking at the four of them. You placed your hands on your hips. “I swear to fuck that if any of you die - I will personally bring you back and end your lives myself, got it?” You narrowed your eyes at them. They all just laughed at you, your own smile spreading across your face.

You felt…at peace right now. You weren’t thinking of Kese or the things he said. You were starting to think he was wrong but…this was something that needed to happen. Your brother needed to be able to grow without you. They all did. And you needed to be able to do your own thing.

One by one, they filed out until Killer was the only one left. “It’s nice to see that spark of life in your eye again. I just wish you weren’t leaving for us to have seen it again.” You blinked, feeling your face warm up. You didn’t even realize how much you had changed yourself.

 “Listen…” You looked up at him as he spoke, tilting your head to the side. “Hm?” 

“I…” He paused, rubbing the back of his neck. “Be careful, yeah?”

You blinked. It seemed like he had wanted to say something else, but you were letting it go. You smiled at him. “Yeah. Don’t worry. I’ll come back to you guys in one piece, alright?” He nodded, quickly leaving after that.

That was weird.

--

After saying their goodbyes to you, they all bid you farewell. As the ship sailed off, everyone was waving and yelling their sentiments to you. Eustass was standing with his usual three people. “So…did you tell ‘em?”

Killer tensed but deflated, earning sighs from the others. Heat and Wire walked off, throwing their hands in the air.

“Fucking hopeless,” Eustass said with a shake of his head.

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[medusapelagia]

Z - Zombie

Z is for Zeros (@spaceofentropy) Thank you for sharing your monsters' secrets with me 💜

I hope you will enjoy your present 🎁!

Rating: Mature Relationship: Steve /Billy WT: Zombie Billy Hargrove, mention of body horror Words: 920

Billy opens his eyes and all he can see is a pitch-black darkness. He tries to move but he feels trapped.

He takes a deep breath and the air is warm and smells like earth. What the fuck is going on?

He can't see his clothes but he can feel that they are far too uncomfortable to be clothing he would have chosen for himself.

He pats himself, it feels like a suit. Was he at a wedding? Maybe he drank far too much and blacked out, it would not be a first, but that doesn't explain why he is trapped somewhere. Maybe someone closed him in a trunk to make a prank? But it should be a really big trunk if he is not curled up in it. It almost feels like "A coffin."

The epiphany strikes him like thunder.

He is closed in a fucking coffin!

Billy's breath becomes erratic while he starts to punch above his head until he feels the wood crack and the dirt fall on his face. 

He spits and keeps punching his way toward freedom until the fresh air caresses his hands and then he pushes himself out of the hole he digged

Billy lies on his side for a few moments, taking some deep breaths and gripping the green grass like it was his lifeline.

Who the fuck thought that burying him alive was a nice prank?

Whoever they are, they are going to deeply regret it.

The sky above him is dark and full of stars, the moon is hiding behind the clouds but there is enough light to let him see that he is in the graveyard, in front of him his own tombstone.

"What the fuck?!"

His memories are confused, he remembers a monster, and his mum, and a girl, and everything is so mixed up that he can't really point out what happened.

The blond boy looks at himself, he is wearing a black suit, a white shirt, and a fucking red tie; he removes his tie that feels like it's suffocating him and throw it away, then he opens his shirt one button at a time until he sees it: a huge hole in his abdomen that is closing on his own.

Billy's trembling hand touches it, disgusted.

"Billy? Holy fucking shit! El was right!"

The blond boy turns and sees Harrington staring at him with a torch in his hand and a shovel in the other.

"That's not the appropriate tool to kill a monster, Harrington."

"Fuck you Hargrove, I know a lot of things about tools for killing monsters and this one was to help you get out, but it seems to me you already did a great job. All we have to do now it's cover it up." he states, getting closer.

"How come that you are not freaking out? I am freaking out! I died! Or at least I think I did."

Steve nods, shoving some dirt on Billy's tomb "You did. The mindflayer pierced you like you were a tissue paper, but El called and told me that she saw you, that you were coming back, and that you needed help, so I came."

Billy nods, and after a moment of hesitation asks "Max?"

"I didn't tell her anything, I wanted to check before. You know, with this monster thing one can never be too cautious."

Billy nods, still staring at Harrington “What now?”

“Now we get home.”

Billy snorts “I don’t think I can go home, pretty boy.”

“Not your home, dickhead, mine.”

“Are you offering me to get to your place?”

“Unless you prefer to rest here under the stars.” Steve replies sarcastically.

Billy follows Steve to his car and into his house, it’s big and cold as he remembers it “Still no parents around.”

“What can I say? I’m a lucky guy.”

Steve shows Billy his room “You can sleep here or in one of the guest rooms.”

“Aren’t you scared that I’ll kill you to eat your brain or something like that?”

Steve laughs out loud “My brain? Man I don’t think you’ll get a lot of nutrition from it, maybe from Henderson’s, but you are stuck with me.”

“You are not scared.”

“The last time I was scared there was a monster coming through the walls and I got back to help Nancy and Jon so, no, nothing scares me.” the chestnut boy thinks for a moment “Oh, no actually there is one thing that scares me.”

“And what is that?”

“I’m scared that something bad will happen to the people I love, and that’s exactly why you are here with me and not wandering around Hawkins.”

“What if I kill you during the night?” Billy insists.

“El will know it, and you know how terrifying she can be. Now sleep, or don’t, I don’t care, but tomorrow it’s my first day at Family Video and I will not be late.”

“What if I leave the house and kill someone else?”

“Do you want to? Do you feel the need to kill someone?”

“No?”

“Good.”

“How can you be so fucking calm.”

“I’m so fucking calm because I live in the middle of nowhere, the only place you can go by foot is the damn woods and you know what? Hopper still patrols the woods, so sleep, or don’t but stop trying to make everything even harder! Tomorrow we will team up and we will find a solution, but right now I need to rest, and you do too.”

Billy sighs, how long has passed since the last time he rested peacefully?

Years for sure.

He doesn’t get on Steve’s bed or in one of the guest rooms, he simply takes a blanket and rests on the floor where he has his back against the wall and can still see both the door and Harrington.

He will not rest, not tonight, but maybe, hiding in Harrington’s house, he will finally have some peace.

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Workaholic insomniacs : Matt Murdock x reader

request by @pinksirensong: 132 from the "Choose for me - prompt list" with Matt Murdock

132 was "I haven't slept in four days." It did not indicate which one of them :D

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I think I might be dying. I am tired to the point where I can’t even close my eyes and get some rest, my mind is racing and I’m suffering with too much thoughts causing my head to drift dangerously to the brink of explosion.  Life and job has been too much lately. Of course I knew getting a job in Hell’s kitchen would be … well, literal hell. Sure, I was aware that being a detective who loves one’s job is not exactly a piece of cake. I suppose I just did not see this much coming on me.

At this point, as we run an investigation I work almost 24/7. I haven’t slept in four daysand it slowly starting to show. The fact that someone constantly wants something from me so I can’t finish anything does not help. It’s nearly midnight and my team is still burning the midnight oil, our effectiveness inversely proportional to the efforts. Seems like the more we try the less we get. Did I mention my head hurts?

“I need air” I mutter to the operation chef, agent Nadeem “just five minutes of it”

“Go, agent. Take a break, we all could use it” he mutters

“Was that an irony, Nadeem?”

“Sorry. I guess I became a bit grumpy because of this case”

“Yeah, didn’t we all. I’ll be right back I promise and then you can go get some distance.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so” he shook his head “you know me, not going anywhere until I’m done.”

“I know, but your wife will kill me If I let you keep tormenting yourself this way. So no sir, you are next in turn.”

“Women” she rolls eyes.

“You men would be truly lost without us” I smirk and walk out the room with cameras tracing my every step. Being the only girl on the team can be hard sometimes. They have tendencies to undermine your skills and abilities, treat you like a porcelain doll even if you would take down most of them and sometimes make some inappropriate jokes. Good thing our supervisor is a woman. That make them halt a bit. Oh, and I am extremely good agent. Otherwise, I would not be put on this case at all. Besides, there are also benefits. You get your own room while they camp together, you can eat as much food as you want without being judged and you get to understand how the brain of a man works. Or at least get a closer look. I mean, all of this agents are my friends, and even if we banter and fight sometimes we would give life for each other. Especially agent Dex, the sniper, the first one on the defense line. He actually saved my life once and that is kind of debt I could never fully repay. Lately he has been acting strange but I won’t interfere with whatever business he has going on. If he want to talk, he knows where to find me.

Because of all the security and buffers It takes almost fifteen minutes to get out of the building, each second longer than the previous one. The latest rate of suicide victims had raised significantly and therefore the access to windows on the highest floors are limited. Unfortunately, FBI are always located high. Ironically the key figures claim it’s for security. Waving my pass in front of the bouncer’s eyes I finally reach the revolving door and leave the dirty and suffocating space behind me.

The cold, autumn air of hell’s kitchen instantly make me clench the coat tighter around my shoulders and I shiver a bit. I love my city, seemingly empty at this hour, but under the surface still pulsing with life. Driving cars and sounds of carriages, few people walking the streets and occasional shutting makes it all so real. It’s good to come down on earth and sense the surroundings after hours and hours of keeping your head in the documents. Yes, the world is full of violence, unfairness and all those negativity that comes from being human. On the other side, however you can always get hope upon looking at the rising sun or listening to the wind rustling in the wind.

I wasn’t always like that. I use to march through the world like it was a war zone. Straight from point A to point B. Absolutely focused on saving time and getting all my tasks done. Surrounding? Ain’t nobody got time for that. I was an agent and we don’t really have time to devour the singing birds or other stuff like that.

It changed when I met a man, who has all his senses, except one, sharpened like a new-bought pencil. He made me stop and wonder about the sounds, the smells, the feelings. It was something utterly new, like opening eyes to the world after a long dreamless sleep. And it ended up with me in a hospital, seriously hurt during field operation because I got distracted. Yes, Matt Murdock had and still has a lot of negative impact on my life. And our relationship is complicated and damaged in hundreds different ways, but we just can’t be without each other.

“Agent”

“No.” I turn around and spot a red-dressed silhouette in a dark alley. “No!” I repeat firmly shaking my head.

“You don’t even….”

“I’m not giving you anything, Devil”

“Oh, come on, please” he pleads with this tone that in other circumstances would make me give up just because of a single word and give him anything.... Stop! Stop! You are at work, get yourself together, dirty thoughts aside. “I need some information.”

“Those are strictly confidential and you know it. I don’t need any trouble besides those I already have” I pointed at him angrily.

“Come on honey, you know I can figure it out faster than the FBI. Just give me something to work with.”

“No.” I stand my ground “Drop it, Matt”

“Shh!” with one firm move he grabs my hand and pull me into the dark alley where no one could see us, his hand on my mouth “do you want to compromise my identity, sweetie?”

“You are a threat to yourself, so I don’t think there’s much I can do to make it worse” I mutter trying to yank free of his hold and failing spectacularly.

“Honey….” He mutters nuzzling my cheek “why can’t we get over with this. You know, because of this I haven’t slept in four days.”

“Well I know the feeling.”

“Wouldn’t it be lovely to spend some time together after closing the matter?” he pulls me closer

“Careful Murdock, I got a gun”

“Well, I got batons”

“You can’t win this conversation with me”

“Well, shall we try? I’m a lawyer.”

“Oh, well, I am a woman so don’t even try!”

“Karen would….”

“Oh, low blow! Now we’re done here.”

“Why?” he slightly moves back pouting,                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

“Karen, seriously? You know how I feel about you getting a civilian involved.”

“So it’s not about us anymore?”

“Look, you dumbass of a vigilante” I sigh “You have masochistic tendencies. And it’s fine. I’m used to it as long as you are doing it on your own responsibility. But I’m not going to help you with getting yourself hurt, all right? My conscience would not take it.”

“But….”

“No buts, Matt. Drop it.”

“Is than a command, agent?” his voice becomes dark and serous under this mask of his and this leaves me no choice.

“Yes, it’s a command” I pierce him with the coldest gaze I can produce on my face and even if he can’t see it, I know he felt the ice in my whole posture.

“Well, too bad I don’t listen to those. And you know you can’t do this without me!” he turns around and jump on the nearest set of stair disappearing into the night. Damn him!

***

“did you come up with something substantial on your visit to the outside world?” Nadeem asks seeing me back, coattails running loose, hands in pockets uncharacteristically angry “What happened?”

“Nothing” I snap but his admonitory gaze put me back in my place “sorry. Just some relationship trouble”

“Oh, I can surely relate to that.”

“I know, but that’s no excuse. I’m sorry.  But, on the bright side I actually think I  may have an idea and a trail that is worth checking.”

“Do tell” Nadeem fixes his gaze on me in anticipation for any detail that can help the team and for the first time I notice the tiredness and weariness on his face alongside with a few grey hair in his dark shag.

“You know, there was this little thing in the files. A symbol” I flick through the documents “here it is, see” I point to the almost invisible pictogram of a blue spade on the building in the background of the photo. “I know where I saw it.”

***

“FBI! Everyone on the ground!” the force team kick the door down and barge into the mansion with me and Nadeem close on their feet. I guess I was right since we have four of our suspects lying on the floor with their hands handcuffed. Mission completed.

“Good job, agent” Nadeem puts a hand on my shoulder as a token of congratulations “I bet this would get attention from the high level. Maybe you would get an investigation on your own.”

“Nah. I would decline that. You and I we make a good team, agent Nadeem, don’t you think.”

“You are a pain in my ass.” He smirks and in his case use of such words means he feels we do work well together.

“I’ve heard that many times before and I’m still here”

“Let’s head back. We have some interrogation to do. This is not over yet.”

“I’m more than happy to do so. And we were so lucky to get here first” I say to no one in particular.

“What do you mean?” Nadeem frowns at me

“Oh, no, nothing. It’s just… lately TV has been claiming that FBI and police are inept and Devil of Hell’s kitchen does all the job. Guess they were wrong.” I meanly stress out the last word noticing a single streak of red sneaking behind me.

***

“Did you have fun?” when I get back to my apartment Matt is already there

“By proving you wrong? By winning the race with the daredevil?” I tap my chin in consideration “Yes!” I grin in satisfaction “So much of it! And rumor has it I’m up for promotion”

“Good thing the Devil decided to left the matter in your hands”

“It is, right? A lot of luck. Or maybe rather a lot of competence and observational skills. Not to mention intelligence and fast thinking.”

“Well thank you” he chuckles

“I’m sorry Matt, but I was talking to my reflection in the mirror. Did not see you in there.”

“Talk about a low blow” he hiss in pain.

“where?” I move towards the couch perching on the edge

“Nowhere” he tries to move away but wince again.

“Matt,….”

“I’m sorry” he sighs closing his eyes “I should have never doubted you”

“You shouldn’t have” I agree “but it’s a habit, right? You do it every time you are on your vigilant shit.”

“I’m sorry”

“No, you know what it’s fine.” He looks at my direction a bit confused “you weren’t Matt., then. You were Daredevil. And I was not your girlfriend. I was an FBI agent. Two different lives, four different person.”

“Do you have any mental problems I should now about.”

“See, that was Matt.” I smile “what I mean is that in our… other life we are supposed to be enemies. After all you steal my job and I hate that. But all this spiting and fighting and teasing while we are both in suits are good. We get better don’t you think? Trying to prove something.”

“As twisted as that is you may be a bit right.”

“Well I mean I get better, you seem awfully savaged, more than usual. Losing your proficiency?”

“Is it an agent talking or my girl?”

“Your girl” I smile and he grabs my hand kissing my knuckles gently.

“Well, like I said before I haven’t slept in four days and that’s an effect.” I stay silent waiting for him to continue and after a while the words come “can you stay with me? I need you close to me.”

“Sure I can” I snuggle next to him, forgetting about the job, the stress and the fight some agent has with some vigilante. We’ll deal with that in the morning, now it’s just boyfriend and girlfriend making themselves cozy in a shared bed.

#matt murdock #matt murdock x you #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #matt murdock x y/n #daredevil netflix #daredevil x y/n #daredevil x you #matt murdock imagine #daredevil imagine #matt murdock one shot #daredevil one shot #mcu #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel imagines #marvel imagine #marvel one shot

[sunsetwolffs]

a guide to being a good girl - susie x toto x reader

not my first time writing/posting smut, but it is my first time posting here.

warnings: very smutty, dom/sub, praise kink, oral (f recieving), bondage, squirting, dirty talk, rough sex, slight choking.

descrpition: you were being a good girl, until you weren't. someone has to teach a brat a lesson. or, susie and toto rail you. hard.

susie has you on your knees watching her as she prances around in lingerie, occasionally coming over to kiss you. she notices how worked up you're getting and comes over to lift your chin up.

"is mommy getting you all worked up baby girl" she asks. you nod and she helps you stand up, then throws you on the bed. you instantly spread out for her to tie you up.

"you're so well trained for mommy and daddy" she compliments as she ties you up. you whine, squirming around and attempting to squeeze your thighs together.

"mommy, please." you beg, looking up at her dominant frame, with wide eyes.

"what, baby girl? use your words." she says, as she crawls over you and sits on your stomach, flicking a nipple with her finger.

"please, mommy. i'm so wet. i'm so ready. please mommy, do anything." you cry, back arching off the bed as she leans down to lick and suck a nipple. you let out a loud moan and she slaps a hand over your mouth, glaring at you.

"did mommy say you can make such noises?" she hisses. you shake your head, looking at her apologetically. she snorts, the cold air brushing over your nipples and making you whine.

"fine. since you can't shut up mommy will eat you out. but i won't be nice about it."

she shuffles backward and settles between your legs, then rips the red lace thong covering you off. she runs a slender finger over your drenched lips, letting out a tiny moan.

"such a pretty pussy. so wet for mommy," she praises, then licks the tip of her finger. you squirm, the sight of susie licking your slick off her finger too much for your wrecked brain.

slowly, susie leans down, and the first touch of her tongue against your pussy is like heaven. she licks and sucks and kisses, but stays away from where you want her tongue the most. slowly, she slides her left ring finger into you, carefully watching for your reaction.

"yes mommy," you moan, "your finger feels so good in me, your ring feels so good."

"you like the feel of mommy's rings? when daddy gets home you can have both our rings inside you."

you moan at the thought of them both fingering you, arching your back as susie finally licks your clit. she licks and kisses and sucks at the sensitive bundle of nerves, sending you into a mess of screams and curses, in a mix of english and german.

"you like that baby girl?" susie asked, making you whine at the loss of contact on your clit.

"yes mommy." you pant, susie's eyes rolling back slightly at how utterly destroyed you sound.

"when daddy is home, you can eat me out as he fucks you from behind. you like the sound of that, baby girl?"

you nod. susie reaches out to grab your chin, forcefully turning your face to look at her.

"words, baby girl. use them." she growls.

"yes mommy. daddy can fuck me while i eat you out."

susie slides another finger into you and curls them up as she starts slowly fingering you. you and susie both know how close you are, but susie also knows how to stop you from cumming. footsteps are heard coming up the stairs.

"speak of the devil. the big boss is home." susie says. just hearing her voice was nearly enough to make you cum, but the filthy look toto shot you as he walks in the room, followed by the sound of susie and toto's tongues down each other's throats, tipped you over the edge.

"mommy, i'm cumming," you yell as you squirt over susie's fingers and hand.

"mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy." you moan, as her fingers still lazily fuck into you and make you squirt again.

"dirty whore," toto spits, "cumming without mommy's permission and squirting all over the bed."

"sorry daddy," you mutter, looking down as best as you can. you see toto thinking, then before you know it there's fingers down your throat.

"you made mommy's fingers dirty and you'll clean them." he orders, unbuttoning his shirt and throwing it on the floor to be dealt with later.

he stands, towering over you and susie, watching as you lick and suck susie's fingers clean. susie reaches out to palm the tent in his pants, smirking as his dominant exterior faded slightly.

"when she's done, untie her." toto orders, unbuckling his jeans.

"you hear that, baby girl? daddy's gonna fuck you so hard and you're gonna take it and eat me out like the good little girl you are."

you nod, unable to say anything because of her fingers down your throat. you hear toto kick his pants off and walk back over. you watch as his hand snakes around susie's neck, pulling her head back against his shoulder and digging his fingers into the pale skin.

"toto," she moans, pulling her fingers from your mouth and grinding against toto.

"you look so hot in those stockings and thong. i want to rip them off you and fuck you until you forget your name." he whispers, in her ear. she whimpers as you tug on your restraints.

"but, we've got the whore. untie her. she knows what to do after."

susie frees you, slapping your ass as you clamber off the bed and kneel, ass up, infront of toto. susie sits on the bed, legs spread. you can see the wet spot on the dark material of her thong. slowly, teasingly, she pulls the thin scrap of fabric down her long legs. toto slides his cock along your slit, making you buck against him. he slaps your ass, growling.

"behave. or i tie you back up and make you watch as i fuck the living daylights out of mommy"

"yes daddy, i'll behave daddy." you answer.

"good. now start eating mommy's pretty pretty pussy." toto commands. you shuffle forward until your head is nestled between susie's thighs. slowly, you lick up her pussy to her clit, swallowing her slick.

"that's it baby girl. just how mommy likes it." toto praised, suddenly pushing into you. you jerk forward, moaning against susie's pussy.

"come on baby girl, you know what to do," susie encourages. you lick and suck at her clit, relishing in the sound of the soft moans you're drawing from her pretty mouth.

toto slams into you repeatedly from behind, watching over as you eat out susie. you dip your tongue into her, swirling it around and enjoying the feel of her warm walls around your tongue.

"make her cum. make her squirt over that pretty face of yours." toto orders. your kiss back up to her clit and press a soft kiss to the sensitive nerves, then swirl your tongue in quick circles.

"listen to those pretty sounds coming from mommy. you did that, baby girl." toto praises. susie's legs tense up and start shaking, her long moans becoming loud pants.

"i'm gonna cum, fuck, i'm gonna cum." she pants. you flick over her clit once more and she tightens her thighs around your head, screaming out for her husband. your mouth fills with the sweet taste of susie's cum and you swallow, looking up at her.

"look at you, covered in mommy's squirt. you're mine." susie panted.

you're bucking back into toto, the sound and sight of susie cumming having you on the edge again. he reaches around you, rubbing a finger against your clit.

"i'll let you off a punishment," he says, "i know how turned on you get after making mommy cum."

"please daddy," you beg, "i'm close, please let me cum."

"okay. only because you did such a good job pleasuring mommy."

he slams into you harder, rubbing your clit faster. he knew exactly what to do to have you a shaking, crying mess infront of him. you tense up, moaning loudly.

"listen to those pretty noises, susie. they get me so hot and bothered." toto says, as if he isn't slamming deep inside you. you love when they act as if you aren't there, the things they say about you go straight to your pussy.

"she makes the prettiest noises. don't you, baby girl." susie says, in a condescending tone.

"please," you whimper, "please can i cum."

toto pounds into you a few more times, looking at susie, who took the lacy bra she had on, off.

"okay baby girl. you can cum." toto says, giving you permission to finally let go.

your legs shake and your moans fill the room as you cum, hard. you slump, susie grabbing hold of you and hauling you onto the bed.

"you did so good, baby girl. so well. mommy's proud of you."

you watch as your squirt dribbles down toto's legs. he steps toward the bed, pushing susie down and climbing on the bed to straddle her. all you had the energy to do was move your head to see what the pair were doing. toto positions his dick, dripping with your slick, between susie's tits. she pushes them together, and toto starts slowly thrusting.

"oh, susie," he moans, "your tits feel so good."

she licks the tip of his cock as he thrusts forward. you see his abs tense, a sign he's getting close.

"kiss mommy." toto orders. you shuffle close to susie, who turns her head towards you. you press your lips against hers and she slips her tongue into your mouth. you savour the feel of her soft lips against yours, her tongue clashing against yours. you both moan into the kiss, you running your hands over susie's perfect hips. the pace of toto's thrusts increase for a minute, then he pulled away, susie dropping the kiss to see what he was doing.

toto jerks himself off, chanting susie's name. you and susie watch as his hand furiously works himself.

"fuck, susie, fuck, i'm cumming." he moaned, cumming on susie's stomach and tits.

he rolls away from her, lying on his back, panting. you slowly start licking the cum off of susie's torso, pooling it on your tongue and opening wide when you've licked susie clean. toto's hand wraps around your neck.

"swallow." he commands. you do so, swallowing the mouthful of cum.

"good girl." he praises. you slump across susie's stomach, too worn out to try and move off of the woman. toto grasps susie's hand.

"i told her she could feel both our rings inside her." susie says.

"it can wait until next time. i'm too tired." toto replies. eventually, the three of you fall asleep, susie and toto holding hands and you laying across the pair.

yeah so that's it, big thanks to liv for the idea, nat for the title and raya for the feedback of "holy shit bro." i did infact break all three of them by writing this and got sent to horny jail. c'est la vie.

dedicated to the wolff maximum security horny prison.

#toto wolff #susie wolff #toto x reader #susie x reader #toto x susie x reader #smut #dom/sub #basically just pure filth i came up with at midnight

[always-andromeda]

Wanted | Pierre Bezukhov x fem!Reader

Pierre Bezukhov x fem!Reader

Word Count | 6,506

Summary | Pierre is terribly worried his wife is being too hard on herself after becoming a mother. After convincing her to finally come to bed, he gets to show her just how much he’s missed her.

Author’s Note | First time writing smut and first time posting a fic. Kind of excited...kind of losing it...kind of hate it? I tried my best to edit through this. Idk, let me know what y’all think, though! I apologize in advance for this being so long!!

Warnings | mentions of pregnancy, mentions of motherhood, unprotected sex, literally pages upon pages of smut, please let me know if I need to add more!

The idea of being a mother terrified you. As you held your five month old daughter, you couldn’t help but let those depressing thoughts run wild through your mind. What if you weren’t doing the best you could? What if she grew up to despise you for it? You remembered your own childhood; how incomplete and rigid it had been. You hadn’t ever really been allowed to be a child. And when you stared at your daughter’s round face you were struck by her innocence. You wanted every detail of her to be imprinted on the fabric of your soul, from the delicate coos that came out as she drooled all over her fist to the soft wisps of her curled brown hair. Just like her father.

“If you turn out to be anything like your father, I would be most pleased.” You smiled at her. When you glanced up from her, you noticed your husband standing at the nursery room door, lips curled up in quiet contentment. After a tiresome day in his study, he had come to check on you and his child before turning in for bed. He'd sat at the dining table eating alone that night since you'd skipped dinner again. You didn't mean it, of course, but time seemed to escape you.

“How long have you been standing there?” you giggled.

“Just long enough.” his voice cracked. Truthfully, Pierre Bezukhov was on the edge of tears. In all his years of desperately hoping for a family, he couldn't have dreamed of an image this exquisite.

“Oh, Anya, I do believe we've been so rudely interrupted. Look at the strange man watching us. Though, he is quite the handsome one.” You shifted your baby so she could look at her father.

“Am I not allowed to admire my beautiful girls?” Pierre chuckled heartily and was quick to move to the chair by the window where you two were sat. You stood and he took Anya into his arms. When she’d first been born, Pierre had been reluctant to hold her. She was so tiny and he, being the large man he was, was terrified that he’d break her into a million pieces with so much as a wrong look. You’d had to teach him how to cradle her in his arms and support her head and after a few weeks of assuring him that he wouldn’t hurt her, he finally trusted himself. The gesture had become natural to him now.

Anya babbled in joy when she fully saw Pierre, seeming to recognize the man as her father. The reaction had him filled to the brim with happiness. Anya had your eyes, bright and hopeful. They sparkled in a way in which he could almost see the cogs turning in her brain. He was confident your daughter would grow up to be as sharp as you are.

“Count, Countess,” Anya’s nurse, Katerina, had appeared in the nursery, interrupting the little moment, “I can put the child to bed, if you’d like, ma'am.”

“No, thank you. We’ll manage just fine, Katerina. Go ahead and bring yourself to bed.” You replied. The few nights you’d let someone else put her down, she wouldn’t go down easy. She’d end up wailing long into the night until you came to her rescue. You’d cradle her and hum any little tune that popped into your head until she calmed down enough to where she could fall asleep. It was just easier if you took care of the task by yourself.

Pierre frowned a little at your response. Between your duties as the Countess and mothering Anya, you’d run yourself ragged. Most nights you’d be in the nursery, laying on the chaise lounge and reading some novel by lamplight, just in case Anya woke up. It warmed his heart, seeing you care so much for your child. Simultaneously, the sight broke it. You’d become so busy attending to Anya’s every need that you’d begun neglecting your own. You skipped meals and dark circles were forming under your eyes. That didn’t even cover his disappointment on the nights you didn’t come to bed. He missed holding you. He yearned for the days when you were still pregnant, you’d press your back to his chest so he could caress your stomach and whisper sweet things into your ear until you both could hardly stay awake anymore. He loved having a child, but knew that if you had more, this pattern would only get worse. And as much as he wanted to grow his family, he couldn’t put you through more of this.

You took Anya to the opulent crib against the wall. She yawned as you swaddled her and set her down inside. Reaching your hand up, you spun the intricate mobile hanging from the top. Furnishing the nursery had probably been one of your favorite parts of preparing for Anya. Pierre had let you design the mobile with decorative stars and a smiling moon hanging from it. The stars were filled with crystal clear glass which, when catching the light just right, made twinkling rays beam onto the inside of the cream colored canopy. The piece was dazzling. Pierre made it very clear that he'd spare no expense. He wanted to make the process of raising Anya to be as beautiful and memorable as possible. He placed a hand on your lower back, now admiring you and the dreamy expression that washed over you.

“Thank goodness. Perhaps I’ll be able to get a good night's sleep as well.” You sighed with relief that Anya was going down without issue. That alleviated Pierre’s anxiety and made the blood rush through his veins with a new fervor. Finally, he would lay with you again. And he’d savor it, not sure when it would happen again. But just as quickly as his hopes rose, you yanked it away completely.

“The chaise lounge isn’t the most comfortable for sleeping, but at least it should be a peaceful night.”

“You’re going to sleep in here again? My darling, you’ve hardly come to bed in months. If you’re so sure she’ll rest easy, we should get you some proper sleep in your own bed.”

“Pierre, you know I can’t just leave her alone. What if she wakes in the middle of the night? I might not hear it. I wouldn’t be able to forgive myself if I left her to cry until morning.” You said with exasperation. You didn't mean to sound so defensive, but leaving Anya under the care of anyone else left you unsettled.

“Katerina is right next door. If Anya has any trouble, she will hear it and be there before she has a chance to let a tear fall.”

“But I don’t want Katerina or anyone else to be here if she has trouble.” You began to sob, “I can’t let her be without me.” Pierre’s stomach sank as your voice broke and led you back to the chaise lounge. He clutched your hands in his and kissed your knuckles gently. Oh how he so badly wanted to end your heartache. But he didn’t quite know what to do in these situations. He was a romantic man, sure, but he was still fearful of not saying the right thing and making a bigger mess out of the whole thing.

He stammered, “She-she won’t be without you, my dear! You’re so attentive to her, she could never be without you. But you must give her a chance to get used to the nurse. Katerina is trained for this sort of work. I am sure it would make things far easier on you if you let her help a little more.” He urged kindly.

“I don’t need any help!” You snap, eyes suddenly stone cold and furious, “What kind of mother would I be if I couldn’t do it on my own?” You hung your head in defeat, already feeling the shame from your outburst. Typically, you weren't quick to anger. But pregnancy and motherhood had turned every perception you'd once had upside down. Your body had changed and you felt different about life. You'd brought a child into the world. You realized that you now had more to care about in this world than just you and Pierre. It felt good to share your heart with this little being of your own making. But the idea that you could so easily ruin her scared you to no end.

“Y/n,” Pierre whispered. He placed his thumb on your chin and used his other fingers to raise your face so you were looking in his eyes. “You’d still be a fantastic mother. But even the most wonderful mother in all of Russia deserves to take a break and enjoy her life. You are content with her, I can tell. What I worry immensely about you and the distance that seems to be growing between us every day. It unnerves me, y/n.”

You pulled away from his gentle hold and looked off into the distance somewhere. “I can’t fail her.”

“What makes you believe that you’re such a terrible mother in the first place, darling? If it’s something I said, I’m sure it was merely a jest. I would never purposely insult you.”

You wiped away a single tear that had started to fall before it could hit your nightgown. “You’ve been perfectly splendid through everything, Pierre. It’s my mind that’s out of sorts.” You nearly choke on the admission.

“How is it out of sorts?”

“I have these nightmares. These flashes where she’s all grown up. And she despises me. She despises me because I failed her. I didn’t show her how much I loved her enough. Or I pushed her away. And you despise me for not raising her well enough. I end up losing the ones I love the most. I end up alone.”

“How could you ever lose either of us?” For a second, he thought the notion was silly. The only way you could lose him was if the grim reaper himself took him away.

“I lost my parents. It could just as easily happen again.” You didn’t like to talk about your parents or your childhood much. Though you and Pierre had grown up being friends, you hesitated to let him in that far. He vaguely remembered you saying something about not wanting your family’s madness to taint your relationship. He tried not to question it too much. Even as he'd courted you, he couldn't help but want to know more about the man he would ask your hand for. Your mother had already passed a few years before. The only time you'd speak about that was if you two were sharing a bottle of wine. You'd sit there, giggling and reminiscing about your mother. If he ever brought it up to you sober, you'd deny ever telling him such things. If you didn’t want to tell him, he wouldn’t push you to give up your secrets. But you loved him; you trusted him entirely. And you couldn’t continue with him not understanding why you felt the way you did.

“Everything changed when I was about 10. My father always wanted four children. So when Mother fell pregnant again, we were all eager for another child. But he died. He was alive for barely a few hours before he was gone. They hadn’t even had the time to properly name him. Mother and Father were devastated. So much so that Father refused to mention it to anyone outside of our home. We weren't even allowed to talk about it unless we wanted a lashing from Father's belt.”

“That’s dreadful, y/n.” Pierre said grimly.

You blinked slowly and took a deep breath, “One would think that a tremendous loss like that would have brought us closer together. We would cherish each other more and have a better understanding of the fragility of life and death. I'm afraid it only served to tear us apart. My mother couldn’t bring herself to look at any of us children because each of us looked a bit like him, she said.  But I think Father truly hated her. He hated that her body had failed his child. He hated that she had been pregnant to begin with. I don’t think he even found her attractive anymore. He began taking on lovers. And he wasn’t secretive about it.” Pierre recalled that detail all too well. It was one thing his father and yours had in common and often discussed together before: the mistresses each of them kept.

“Before I was even an adolescent, my father was trying to marry me off so I could give him plenty of grandchildren in his lifetime. None of those men ever cared for me. They only cared for his money and his status. And maybe I could’ve tolerated a loveless marriage. But I couldn’t let it produce a child. Bringing a child into this world without the presence of love would just be cruel. But having one with you has given me a brand new problem. I can’t leave Anya alone. I can’t withdraw from her like my mother did. I won’t ever let her feel like I did.”

“How did you feel, exactly?”

You thought for a minute before answering, “Unwanted. Terribly and utterly unwanted, Pierre.” Your stern expression faltered to reveal the weep you’d been holding back.

“Oh, my love, you must banish the thought. For I would never dream of feeling so uncaring and cruel. I have always wanted you. I will always want you. And I’m sure Anya will always know how much she is wanted here.” Pierre held your face with both of his hands. He needed to touch you, needed you to know how much you meant to him. You hadn’t given him a chance to connect with you in months and he was certain that isolation was only making you feel worse.

“But you don’t know that. You don’t know what the future will bring to us. Ten years from now, you may find yourself regretting ever taking me as your wife. And I wouldn’t forgive myself if I made you carry regret for something this big.”

Pierre cleared his throat, “When I married you, I meant every single word of my vow. I promised my entire being to you. There is no other person in this world that I’d want to fall asleep and wake up next to. No other person I’d want to talk to about anything and everything. You are the only companion I could ever want or need. I feel every bit of love I felt for you ten years ago. I felt that love long before I even knew the words for it. If anything, that love has grown tremendously since then.” The streams of tears fell freely from your eyes as he spoke desperately, barely taking a breath between sentences but keeping his tone steady.

“And do you want to know the best part of it all? I believe I am the luckiest man in the world for you to have chosen me. You said it yourself, your father provided a number of men for you to choose from. And I would’ve chosen you even if you hadn’t loved me back. I would've let you go, if that were the case, of course. But because you chose me to, it makes this life all the more marvelous to have the privilege to live through it.” He swiped away one of your tears with his thumb and you smiled sadly with pursed lips.

“I get to have a wife who can love me and her child with everything inside of her. But I so terribly miss the woman who danced with me in my study and had tea with me at breakfast. The woman who fell asleep by my side. You don’t have to destroy yourself to prove to anyone how much you care.”

Your husband was an intelligent and fairly well spoken man. But you’d never heard him speak so passionately about anything. No political discussion had heated him up this way before. You’d always told yourself that you’d stay with him no matter what life brought. You were reminded of his previous marriage. He’d confided in you how heartbroken and foolish he felt with Helené, not even uttering her name more than once. She’d crushed the little confidence he’d had in himself; convinced him that he was unloveable. Even after spending a few years married to you, sometimes he found himself wrought with doubt. Yet you assured him every single time that you loved him thoroughly and deeply. It was all the more encouraging to know he felt exactly the same way about you.

You searched his eyes for any hint of hesitation even though you knew you wouldn't find it. You were just afraid to let someone give to you for once. “Are you sure she’ll be alright?”

“Positive. Please, come to bed with me, darling.” His little grin was very tempting.

You laughed softly, “It would be my pleasure, Count Bezukhov.” Pierre felt himself flush like he did every time you used that name, remembering how you’d take his hands and drag his body to yours at parties before you’d married. He hadn’t been allowed to want you then. And though he’d been insecure, you’d always managed to convince him that he was every bit as worthy as every other young man asking for your hand.

“You go to our room. I’ll let Katerina know that you won’t be available tonight.” He whispered conspiratorially. Pierre shut the nursery door behind him and he watched you pad lightly away towards your shared bedroom with a lopsided smile forming on his lips.

Katerina gave him a suggestive look when Pierre spoke to her, citing your lack of sleep lately. All she said was, “Goodnight, Count Bezukhov. Hopefully the Countess is feeling refreshed and very well rested in the morning.” Before closing her own door. He knew how truly exhausted you were so any idea of intimacy had fled into the perverted recesses of his mind. It had been months since the last time you two had been intimate and he was yearning for that glorious release. But, alas, he’d have to wait for another time. He’d feel too guilty if he’d pawed at you immediately after that conversation.

So, when he entered the bedroom, he wasn’t expecting you, laid on your side on the ornate bed, the first few buttons of your nightgown undone so he could just begin to see the swell of your chest. The sight aroused him almost immediately. The lit lamp on his bedside barely illuminated your face, eyes half lidded and calling for him. His breath hitched in his chest. Only you could catch him so off guard like this.

You whispered his name and nodded towards him. Without thinking of it, he seemed to glide to your bed, sitting on the side of it.

“You really should get some sleep.” He whispered hoarsely and tried not to look at you.

“I would, but I’m afraid your speech left me quite…restless.” You said as if you were already so turned on by his words alone. You were purposely molding him like wax in your hands. But you were actually quite worked up too. There had been a few warm nights in the nursery where you longed to run to your bedroom and beg him to touch you like he had when you’d first married.  You hungered for the days where he was still trying to get you pregnant. He'd start off by fucking into you hard and fast until closer to the end, he was slowly, properly making love, grunting and cumming over and over until he’d dried up. Your dedication to your daughter, however, held you back from giving into the desire. That, and you were nervous of what he would think about you being so needy for him. You wanted to shift your attention to those desires tonight. You could tell how terribly you both needed it.

Pierre shook his head when he spoke, “I’m afraid if we start, I’ll want to ravage you entirely. It’s been so long.” He said it so simply as if that fact wasn’t supposed to send the blood rushing straight to your core. You giggled at how unaware he seemed to be of his own charms. So brilliant but so clueless.

“It really has been. Have you considered that I am as miserable as you are, my love?” You ran a finger down his cheek and scattered kisses along his jawline. His skin was already warm and buzzing to feel more of you on him.

Pierre was still holding back, “Are you sure you want this? You haven’t got to feel like—”

“I want you entirely. I want you to do everything you’ve been waiting to do to me this whole time.”

That was all the confirmation he needed to flip you onto your back and begin kissing you breathlessly. The kiss was messy but full of all the reassurance you needed to feel secure for the night ahead of you. To be sure that he meant every word he said.

“Please, please give me something, anything, Pierre.” Your body was waiting to be filled in some way. Your cunt was clenching around nothing and it only highlighted the unbearable emptiness you were suffering through below.

“In due time, my dear. After all, you did say I could do everything I’ve been waiting to do. And I have been waiting to worship you.”

He unbuttoned the rest of your nightgown and helped you pull it over your head. Goosebumps erupted over your skin. Fully bare to him, he was ecstatic. His cock twitched at your body. The raised stretch marks littering your skin, well rounded thighs, and soft breasts. You had doubted he would think so, but he still believed you were as beautiful as you’d ever been. You had been so generous to bear his child. How could he be disgusted by your body afterwards? You had been so strong, so eager, so willing to take him. Naturally, he thought you were as radiant as a sun beam.

Your nipples hardened when the cool air kissed them. Slowly, he took one of them in his mouth, softly suckling and circling it with his tongue. The graze of his teeth made you gasp. You had been so unsure if he would still be attracted to you after having had a child. But he drank in every inch of your figure until he was a panting mess. Those high, breathy sounds he made built up your confidence and you were just waiting for him to get to the part you longed for. Pierre was fantastic with foreplay and you were convinced that you could come with him just attached to your tit and palming the other one. You wouldn’t let yourself though, not until he gave you permission to. He knew by now how to get you to the highest peak.

“Getting impatient are we, dear?” He chuckled when he noticed you squirm beneath him. “I couldn’t imagine you being this needy for me.”

“Good lord, Pierre, please. I’m begging you, touch me.”

“I'm afraid I already am, my countess. You must be more specific.” He tested the waters to see if you could handle the teasing. Really, he wanted you to say those filthy words he loved to hear.

You got together the courage to say it in the breathiest voice possible, “I need you to fuck me with your tongue, my love. I want you between my thighs, eating me up as though I’m your last meal.”

“As you wish,” he smirked, his erection growing by the second. He wanted to be milked dry, but his own pleasure could wait for a little while. He needed to pay you some well deserved attention.

Quick as a flash, he had dropped to his knees at the side of the bed. His strong arms pulled your cunt closer to his face and he stared directly at the wetness that was all for him. Usually he was most comfortable being a mewling mess beneath you. But you liked these rarer moments where Pierre took complete control and showed you just how completely he desired you. It reminded you of the power he possessed underneath his kind and quiet disposition.

“I was partly wrong earlier,” he muttered, placing a delicate kiss right above your cunt.

You lifted your head to look at him, confused, “What’s that?”

“Another one of the best parts of being with you is being the only one who could do this to you.” Before you could reply, he licked a long streak over your folds and finished flicking his tongue across the sensitive bead at the top. The smooth action ripped a moan from deep within your throat. His grasp on your thighs tightened and you knew it would leave bruises. When he took control, he often got possessive. Of course a man like him starts to feel a certain way after learning his wife had been fucked by other men while he himself hadn’t gotten to touch her even once. It used to depress him, but now he was glad he’d never touched Helené in this way. You were the only one who deserved his complete submission and adoration. He smirked and pulled back to press more kisses to your thighs.

“Pierre, you awful beast.” You whined when he retreated. He knew you meant it in the most affectionate way. Helené had once referred to him as a brute and an oaf. But you cherished his body. His thicker build comforted you, made you feel truly surrounded by him in those moments. He had never considered himself to be a brave or overly masculine man, but it made him feel special that you trusted him so heavily to keep you safe. All he ever wanted to do was take care of you in any way you might need.

“I’m sure you’ll forgive me when I make you finish over and over again.” He sounded so certain of himself. Like you didn't need to worry about doing any of the work. He’d done it before and he’d do it again.

“Don’t get my hopes up,” you provoked him. He stopped entirely. Slowly, he crawled back and brought his lips to a spot below your neck, occasionally nipping and kissing at the flesh there. The kisses trailed down the middle of your chest until he set his chin there, staring up at you.

“Do you think I won’t own up to my word?” He asked.

You absolutely hated him at this moment. You whined, “Must you keep teasing me, you wretched man?” You could feel the climax that had been building begin to fade, but the painful burn of lust stayed.

“I asked you a question, my dear. Do you think I won’t own up to my word?” Each syllable left his mouth torturously slow. He wanted you as bothered as possible; he knew it would only make your climax even more satisfying. But two could play at that game.

“I think that after so long, you might be out of practice.” You batted your lashes at him and brushed a stray curl on his forehead away. “Don’t worry if you are, darling. I’m sure I could always satisfy myself.” His eyes went wide. With that, he was off. He returned to your cunt, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. Fueled by a new fire, he pushed two fingers inside of you and pumped in and out. The sudden intense pleasure left you whimpering. You knotted your fingers in his curly hair to keep yourself grounded. The sound of him slurping at your wetness was the most obscene thing you’d ever heard. The whole scene left you sputtering and on the edge of a glittering release. You want to move your hips to fuck yourself deeper on his fingers. But he’d wrapped an arm around your legs and pulled you impossibly close so you couldn’t move. All you could do was curse and chant his name between breathy moans. The tension built in your abdomen until you didn’t think you could possibly handle it anymore.

“Pierre, please let me cum,” You pleaded with him.

His lustful mouth left its spot once more, “Oh, my filthy girl. Won't you apologize? It’s the least you could do after questioning my ability to undo you.” He hummed defiantly. With a cheek rested on your trembling thigh, his gaze filled with something devious.

You swallowed your pride, wanting so badly to cum, and stumbled out, “Oh, my love, I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I doubted you. You’re so good to me, Pierre. So good…so good…” Your praise had him wanting to be inside you right then and there. But you had to finish on his fingers first.

“Go ahead, my girl, come for me,” he freed you with such compassion and attacked your clit again. The cord in your belly continued stretching until you couldn’t hold it. And when the tension snapped and your climax came flooding in all at once. Pierre tightened his hold on your hips as you twitched up into his mouth. The overstimulation made you wince slightly as he kept leaving slow, small licks over your clit. But it helped you come down from your peak. When he sits back on the bed, you go to lay beside him, still recovering from the residual waves of pleasure.

“You think you’ve learned your lesson?” He chuckled.

“Very much so.” You smirk, “I really didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Hm, it doesn’t quite sound like it.” His fingers crept up your side, making you shiver in anticipation once again.

“Mmm, don’t you worry, I've got your point.”

Before you could turn around and wait for him to start begging you for more, he used his strength to lift you onto his lap so you were straddling him. Under his bed clothes, he was painfully hard. The length of his cock rubbed against your still-sensitive clit.

“You won’t let me get off too, you greedy girl? After all the torture you’ve been putting me through?”

“Pierre, are you trying to kill me?”

“No, just wear you out. So tomorrow we can stay in bed all day and do this all over again.” He looked so goofy, glasses half fogged up, kissing each of your knuckles, and breathing heavy from the little friction of his clothing caught between himself and the place he wanted to enter most.

“Pierre…”

“We need some time for ourselves." He spoke against your lips. He caught the moment you winced sharply and went still. Had he already burnt through you? He thought you'd have more in you after going without him for so long. Your libidos had always been pretty in line with each other so he hadn't anticipated you not wanting any more.

He lowered his voice, “If you need me to stop, we can.”

The offer was tender and full of all the love Pierre had for you; he didn’t want to hurt you. But his length was only becoming more irritating and you recovered from your first orgasm. It seemed to mock the want that was lighting up inside you again. You wanted more action than his bed clothes were offering you at that moment. You only shook your head, and carefully, you began to rock back and forth against him. It was his turn to moan against your neck. His hand went to grab one of your breasts and you clung closer, trying to feel every bit of him against you.

“You really have been so wonderful, my love. I haven’t gotten the chance to show you how grateful I am.” Your breath was hot against his ear. For him, being between your thighs was heaven, but being underneath you at your loving mercy was where he truly belonged.

"I want to be inside of you. I want to make love to you again. I want you to say horrid things to me." he whimpered into your ear. His agony rejuvenated you, made you completely ready to take him. You worked at pulling his bed clothes over his head until he was finally completely naked with you. You ran your hands up his pudgy sides and up to his broad shoulders. He was so sturdy and supportive but shaking under your touch. If you didn't love him so, you would've thought the sight was pathetic for a man of his status. But knowing that he trusted you this much was all the more endearing to you. He so badly deserved this release. He’d nurtured you throughout your pregnancy and was so worried by your withdrawal from him. He didn’t like to finish with his own hand, so you doubted he’d had much of a satisfying release lately. You raised your hips and took his shaft in your hand. Pre-cum was leaking from his swelling tip, just beginning to turn a tinge of purple. You rubbed the head against your entrance and he let out a sharp cry. He couldn’t tolerate the ache he was feeling.

"Don't worry, my sweet boy, I'll give you what you want. But only if you'll keep being good for me. You’ve been so good already, you just need to make it through this." Pierre nodded vigorously. Finally you pushed him inside of you. God, how you both missed this. He missed the warm and wet interior of you. He split you open so nicely and sounded just as good, showing his appreciation for letting him in you. You squeezed around him but wouldn't move an inch.

"Please, please let me fuck you, I need it..." his mouth hung open in a vulgar manner. What magnificent torture you were inflicting upon him. You almost felt bad for him squirming under you the way you had minutes before.

"But, Pierre, you said you wanted to make love to me. Besides, you’re doing so well that I have to go slow this time. We can’t have you leaving me high and dry. You do want me to cum again, don't you?"

"Yes, I'll be a good boy, I'll make you cum, my countess." he promised.

"Alright, my sweet boy, you can move."

He was eager to begin messily thrusting up. With each one, your breasts jolted and you pulled on his hair wrapped around your fingers. It was all so much that he knew he could feel himself teetering on the edge. It took all of his effort to balance all the enjoyment you were creating as you bounced on him. He needed to be a good boy; he needed to get you to his level faster. He couldn’t keep waiting. So he took his fingers and rubbed quick circles on your clit. You reacted almost immediately with a quick gasp and you held onto him tighter.

"Oh, my sweet boy, you're so clever...so kind..so patient...so handsome..." your praises had him beaming with pride.

"Let me take care of you...I can make you cum so good..." his thrusts promptly got faster and sloppier as he felt his end becoming inevitable. He hoped he would never have to wait this long before spilling into you ever again.

You could hardly breathe right. The air left you sharply with every rut. "You're taking such good care of me, my darling boy, I'm so close now," Your legs began to shake almost uncontrollably. Pierre was fucking into you so deep, and hitting that spongey ceiling of your slick passage.

"Can I please cum, my countess?" he cried. He was so far gone, eyes glassy and filled with tears. Sweat dripped down his brow with all the control it was taking to stop him from cumming. He had to behave for you, it wouldn’t be much longer.

"Yes, do it. Fill me up with everything you have." you gasped one last time, grabbed his chin with one hand, and kissed him hard. Right as you reached the end of the tightly wound coil in your stomach, you moaned into his mouth. Wide eyed and completely consumed by you, he finally let out the climax he'd been waiting to have for months. With stars clouding his vision, he swore he’d left his body from the overwhelming impact.

Between you two came the delightful squelch of both of your pleasures combined. Maybe it was because he had felt so distant from you before, but he had never felt closer to you. Not even on your wedding night when you'd first consummated the marriage. Now, you two had brought life into the world. You had proven how deep your bond could continue to grow. As you stilled and panted against his chest, he felt on top of the world.

You hummed to life after a while, "I'm sorry it took me this long to give you this."

"Don't you dare apologize. I don't think I've felt so extraordinary in my whole life. Maybe we should wait another few months before we do this again." He chuckled into your hair.

You pulled back and looked at him with wide eyes, "There is not a chance in the world that I will ever wait months again for something like that. I think I would lose my mind without you so often."

"Good, though I think what you just did to me made me lose my own mind." You giggled and wiped the sweat from his forehead with the bedsheet. Your delicate hand removed his glasses, placing them on the bedside table. You pressed your forehead to his and he quickly kissed you again.

His lips were soft and innocent this time as they ghosted over yours, "I will always want you. In every way. I want you not only as my Countess Bezukhova and the mother of my children, but also as my wife. That will never change for me." You sniffed, starting to feel a lump form in your throat. How were you so lucky? Out of all the men in Russia, you managed to find the one that still wanted to romance you as though you were lovesick teenagers.

"Pierre Bezukhov, as long as I am alive, I will always want you too." you promised. You lifted your exhausted body from him, humming as his soft and spent cock slipped out. You would worry about cleaning yourselves up in the morning. For now, you wanted him to hold you. You nestled yourself into his side, resting your head on his bare chest.

Pierre's eyes drooped closed and he sleepily muttered, "I love you, dear."

You pursed your lips then left a little kiss on his chest, "I love you too." With that, you fell into a well deserved and restful sleep.

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