#harder for me to explain everything about her that i wanna get off my chest to someone who didnt know her. but i love you all.)

[negans-lucille-tblr]

Sit - Soldier Boy x Reader Oneshot

Summary: Y/N finds herself in trouble when she doesn’t listen to her boyfriend’s instructions. 

Rating: 18+

Pairing: Soldier Boy x plus sized!Reader

Tags: angst, self worth issues, body image issues, oral sex (fem rec), face sitting, face riding, biting, p in v

WC: ± 2.2K

A/Ns: This smutty little fic was commissioned by someone who doesn’t have tumblr, but wanted me to share it with you guys anyway! Hope you all love it! <3

The Boys Masterlist

“We need to talk.” 

Y/N’s eyes widen slightly as she looks up at her boyfriend from her place on the couch, and then a small frown begins to crease into her forehead as she sees the darkness in his green eyes that tells her that whatever this is isn’t good.  

“Okay…” she hesitantly replies, sitting up straighter. “Is everything okay?” 

No, it’s not, he’s had enough of you and he’s leaving. He’s finally realised he can do better than you, that he is so far out of your league you’re barely a spot in the distance.

“No, it’s not actually,” Soldier Boy replies, confirming to her that her inner monologue is right. He crosses his arms over his chest and stares down at her, making her only grow more and more uncomfortable. 

Just get on with it, she begs him silently in her head.

“What’s wrong?” she asks, timidly. 

“When I tell you to sit, I mean sit,” he explains. 

Only it’s not an explanation at all, and the frown creased into Y/N’s forehead only deepens, as she glances down at the way she’s currently sitting and shifts her weight slightly, wondering what’s wrong with the way she sits and why her boyfriend suddenly has such a big issue with it. 

“I don’t get it, Ben,” she admits, still shuffling in her place. 

“You hover,” he adds, clearly irritated by the very fact. Y/N licks her lips, opening her mouth to reply, but no sound comes out to begin with, and so she clears her throat and then frowns deeper yet. Now she’s completely lost, because she has no idea what Ben’s talking about. “When I tell you to sit on my face I mean sit not hover,” he concludes. 

Y/N’s eyebrows raise, and then a smile begins to curl over her lips, and suddenly she’s giggling to herself. She really thought this was going all wrong, that maybe he was trying to find some ridiculous excuse to break up with her because he didn’t want to just tell her the truth; that he could do better. But now she’s realising it’s got nothing to do with the way she sits on the couch. He’s talking about sex. Of course he is. The thought only makes Y/N giggle harder as the relief floods her entire body. 

“What’s so funny?” he asks, frowning himself now that he’s the one that’s confused. 

“Jesus, Ben, I thought you were seriously angry, then!” she scoffs, shaking her head and relaxing a little, so glad this was just some joke. Jesus, the guy’s a good actor. 

“I am,” he replies stubbornly. But she’s not falling for his teasing any longer.  

“Oh c’mon, it’s no big deal,” she brushes him off, laughing again. “Besides, I don’t wanna crush you, I’m hardly lightweight,” she points out, gesturing to her body.  

Ben’s frown only deepens at her words, and he huffs a breath, staring her down until the smile has faded a little more from her face, and she starts to second guess if he is only teasing, or if he’s actually mad about this. She’s never known the supe to be a huge joker, so maybe she should consider the fact that he’s actually annoyed.

“Are you seriously mad about this?” she checks, just to be sure. 

“Yes,” he confirms with a brief nod of his head. “What’s the matter, you think I can’t handle it?” he challenges. 

“Look at me, Ben, I’m not going on magazine covers any time soon,” she scoffs, shaking her head. “Last thing I need is to suffocate the world’s first superhero to death with my fat thighs.” 

“You flatter yourself too much,” Ben argues back. “You think that’s all it would take to kill me? You just said so yourself, I’m superhuman, I’m sure I can handle it.” 

Suddenly, it all clicks into place, and Y/N realises just why Ben is so upset about this. He thinks that she’s going easy on him, he thinks that she thinks that he can’t handle it. He’s a very proud man, she should’ve known something like this would annoy him. But that doesn’t mean that she can’t point out how ridiculous he’s being. He knows exactly what she thinks about him and his powers. It’s never hurt to call Ben out on his ego trips now and then. She likes to think it keeps him grounded. He does seem a lot more level headed since they started dating. 

“Oh, I see,” Y/N smirks slightly, crossing her own arms over her chest. “I’ve bruised your ego,” she points out. “Ben, it’s nothing personal. It’s just all my exes never meant sit when they said sit,” she explains briefly, not seeing the big deal. 

“Yeah, well until now you’ve only dated boys,” he counters. That’s when he uncrosses his arms and leans down over her, his hands resting either side of her head as he brings his face closer to hers. “You’re dating a man now, honey, so next time I tell you to sit, I expect you to sit.” 

“Yes sir,” she replies sassily, smirking once again before rolling her eyes, but the supe doesn’t smirk back, and she realises he’s once again not messing around. Just the thought actually begins to make her sweat a little. The fact he wants her to stop holding back is quite the turn on. The darkness in his eyes adds to that too, of course. “Next time I’ll sit,” she confirms, with a lot less teasing in her tone. 

Soldier Boy reaches up and grabs her chin softly, kissing her lips briefly. “Good girl,” he husks, before walking away, leaving Y/N dazed and flustered. 

Soldier Boy’s POV

The supe is feeling just a little better that evening as he relaxes back on the bed and amuses himself with the Soldier Boy comic books that had been released during his time away. Though, he’s not too fond of the way he gets portrayed sometimes, like he’s a big baby that runs and hides at the first real sign of danger. Maybe that’s added to his stress, because while he’ll never admit it, Y/N had been right that his issue this morning had mainly been an issue because of a bruised ego. Of course it was a little insulting that Y/N might think he can’t handle a woman sitting on his face. When really, he could think of nothing better, especially when it comes to a woman like Y/N. 

At the thought of her, he hears her humming quietly to herself under her breath as she emerges from the bathroom in nothing but a towel. She smiles over at him softly when she notices him looking, and then proceeds to head over to her dresser, opening her drawer and pulling out her pyjamas. Ben can’t help but notice they’re the silky ones he likes most, and just the thought of seeing her in them starts to get him going. But the thing that really sets him off is watching her slowly remove her towel, using it to dab herself dry slowly, exposing more and more of her perfect naked body. 

He can’t help the soft moan that escapes his lips as he appreciates his view, and Y/N glances his way at the sound. 

“What?” she asks coyly. 

“You know just what that body of yours does to me, honey,” he hums, unashamedly. Y/N rolls her eyes and turns her back to him, but he doesn’t appreciate the view any less, his eyes dropping to her perfect, full ass and her thick warm thighs, and he imagines his face trapped between them and has to reach down to palm over his thickening cock. “C’mere,” he commands with a soft grunt. 

Y/N slowly approaches his side of the bed, still clinging to her towel as she attempts to cover up part of her body with it. The supe is quick to reach out and tear it from her grasp, throwing it to the floor so she’s got nowhere to hide. His eyes rake hungrily over her curves, and he realises it doesn’t matter how many times he sees her, he’ll never grow tired of seeing her. 

“Remember what we talked about earlier?” he asks, peeling his eyes off of her body and looking up at her face instead. 

“Yeah,” she replies hesitantly, seemingly only growing more timid. 

“Good,” the supe grins, shuffling himself further down the bed and throwing his head back. “Then sit.” 

“Right now?” she checks. 

Soldier Boy only has to turn his head and look at her to prompt her into action as she bites down on her bottom lip and begins to climb onto the bed. He can tell she’s still hesitant, slowly and carefully lifting her leg to begin straddling his body, and the supe grows impatient and grabs her thigh, tugging her down almost forcefully as he makes her squeal and giggle slightly. Instantly, her sex is pressed against his mouth, and Ben wastes no time opening up, extending his tongue to push through her folds as he begins to taste her sweet juices. He hums in delight, feeling the full extent of her weight pressing down on his face, feeling utterly suffocated by her and loving every second of it. This is what he’s been craving. 

He laps up every drop she gives him; and she only gives him more and more the longer he toys with her clit, or fucks her opening with his tongue, and while her voice is muffled thanks to the warm, soft flesh of her thighs pressing against his ears, he can still hear her hums and moans of pleasure above him, and he can hear the slight groans and creaks of the mattress and headboard as she holds on for dearlife and rocks her hips to aid him. His arms wrap firmly around her hips, holding her down tighter against him, wanting to struggle to breathe in anything but her and her intoxicating scent, and it works, his cock desperate and throbbing between his legs at the very sensations flooding him. 

When he begrudgingly pulls back for air, he turns his head and begins to bite and suck on the soft flesh of her inner thighs, making her gasp for air and tense them either side of his face, only making him feel even more wrapped up in her. 

“God you taste so good, baby girl,” he growls against her skin, once again encouraging her pussy back onto his mouth, already missing the sweet tang of her juices. 

He feasts on her once more, not stopping until her legs are shaking either side of his head, and she’s trying to speak coherent words, but the only sounds falling from her lips are in broken english and near enough gibberish, until he can feel her walls pulsing inside her, her thigh muscles quivering. 

He moans himself as he pushes his way out from underneath her, leaving her on her knees, supported by the headboard she’s still clinging to for dear life, and he’s quick to kneel behind her, pulling out his throbbing erection and finally giving it some of the attention it’s craved. He places one hand on her hip, his fingers digging into the soft, supple flesh, and keeps her in her place as he shuffles a little closer and teases her pussy with the tip of his cock. She moans, rocking her hips back seemingly instinctively, and Soldier Boy wastes no time teasing the two of them for a moment longer. 

He thrusts forward, feeling her pussy still pulsating from her orgasm, sucking him in perfectly, and he moans, his eyes beginning to roll as he hones in on the rapid speed of her heartbeat. 

“Fuck, honey,” he hums, folding himself over her, “you almost feel as good as you taste.” 

He presses his face into the side of her neck, dragging his teeth along her delicate skin, biting and sucking occasionally, knowing how much she loves that as he starts fucking into her from behind, wrapping his one arm around her front to keep her elevated just right. Y/N moans, reaching to hold onto his arm rather than the headboard as she fucks back into him too, her nails digging into his skin everytime he gets deep enough. 

“Did that feel good?” he asks breathily against her ear. He can feel her nod, but she clearly can’t reply with words, which only makes him feel even more smug. “Good, so next time I tell you to sit, you better fucking sit,” he growls, his cock throbbing at just the thought of next time. 

“Oh fuck,” she gasps out, her eyes fluttering closed. “Whatever you want, baby.” 

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[alexsoenomel]

Amorevolous (Sam Winchester x Reader smut and fluff)

Request: 

Sammy aftercare one shot? Like him and reader got really down and dirty but once the sex is over, he turns into soft boy, cuddling with reader, stroking her skin and bringing her back down from her high…?

Pairing: Sam x Reader

Warnings: sexy times nothing special and a little bit of a praising kink 

Word count: 859

Note: I LOVED WRITING THIS! Like/ reblog or both if you like it :)    

“Are you mine, (Y/N)?” Sam whispered in your ear while fucking you senseless.

You pull on his hair feeling every inch of him, not wanting him to stop. “Y-yes.” Was all that came from your mouth. 

“I wanna hear you say it!” He ordered.

“I am yours Sam! Only...yours!” Your breathing became heavier and more erratic since he was only making things harder. His pace was getting faster, his trusts stronger and the only thing you couldn’t do was....cum. Not until he tells you to. 

“Good girl.” He praised you knowing how much it turned you on.

He loved being in control, making you come undone and watching you not being able to stand up after. He was indeed a perfect pleasure dom. If you obeyed, you would get a reward and what you craved right now was a fucking orgasm. 

“Sam! I wanna cum!” You whined not knowing how much you can last. “Please!”

“You really wanna cum, huh?” Sam smirked speeding up the pace a little bit. 

“Yes, please!” You moaned. “Fuck!” 

He was torturing you and you were a spoiled brat, desperately wanting to orgasm.  You could feel your body curling up as the pleasure was building up with his every thrust. He was impossible. 

“Please Sammy!” 

“Only because you were so good! Cum!” He ordered. Fucking finally. 

You could finally let go. Gripping his back on both sides, digging your nails into his flesh you could finally let go. Sam flinched for a second feeling the pressure but didn’t say anything. He wanted you to enjoy every second of your orgasm. 

And you did. Arching your back as you screamed his name over and over again. His pace became slower until he finally stopped, kissed your lips and collapsed right next to you. 

“But what about you?” You asked him panting, trying to catch your breath. 

“Not about me today.” He said as he kissed your shoulder. “Are you okay?”

“I’m.....shaking.” You laughed. “You really like to torture me Sammy.”

“Torturing you is for me, but everything else is for you. I get off on you in that state.” He explained.  “Cheeky.” 

Sam got off the bed and went to the bathroom. He came back few seconds later with a glass of water. “Here you go!” 

“You read my mind. I’m parched.” You said and chugged every drop of water in a matter of seconds. 

“I know.” He gave you a smile. “You always are afterwards.” 

Sam was big on aftercare, from the very beginning. He would tease the shit out you, make you lose your damn mind BUT always take care of you after. He never did anything you didn’t like and always respected your boundaries. He would play within those boundaries but never cross them. 

He laid next to you as you placed your head on his bare chest. You made sure you were both covered since it was pretty chilly in the bunker. 

“Was it good?” He asked you as he was stroking your hair. 

“Amazing.” You simply said. “It has been a while I really missed you.”

“I know.....4 long weeks.” 

Life of a hunter is not easy. Sometimes you would have to split up since monsters never sleep. That’s exactly what happened. Dean went to Lincoln, Nebraska to locate and kill a nasty vampire who was targeting young girls and got himself in trouble. You and Sam figured something wasn’t right when he didn’t pick up his phone for 10 hours, so naturally he had to go to Nebraska and find him. You on the other hand had to find and kill a ghost who was killing people in Lebanon. 4 longest weeks of your life.....

“I love you Sammy.” 

“I love you too.” He said and kissed your head. You moved right next to him as he moved on his side facing you before wrapping his hands around your waist and intertwining his legs with yours. He touched your nose with his, feeling like the luckiest guy in the world. 

“I love when you do that.” You said and placed a kiss on the tip of his perfect nose. 

“Do what?” He asked and kissed your nose returning the same innocent kiss to you. 

“I love when you take care of me after sex. It makes me feel safe and loved.”

“I can make you lose your mind, call you my whore and not let you cum but once sex is over and you are satisfied you are my (Y/N) and my (Y/N) deserves love and cuddles.” 

His words never seem to be just words. What he said was what he delivered. It made your heart skip a beat like you were a teenager again. “My (Y/N)” - made you blush instantly.  Being his... every part of you was Sam’s, forever and always. 

“I love being yours.”

“I’m yours too, you know?” 

“I know.”

“Do you wanna take a shower and  then sleep? It’s kinda late.” 

You look at the clock...it was almost 3am. 

“Shower together?” You asked giving him puppy dog eyes. 

He just smiled and nodded. 

“Perfect! I want to wash your hair.”

“It’s all yours (Y/N).” 

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[emilymaxximoff]

Souls Don't Meet on Accident; Rafe Cameron X Fem!Reader; Part 3

CW: Language, Light Drinking, Smut, Oral Sex, Fingering, Penetrative Sex, Unprotected Sex, MDNI 18+

Description: Life sucks lately and your boyfriend Rafe Cameron has done some pretty messed up things. Despite this you still love him and will do anything to help him. As his life continues to crumble you prove that despite all the shit you have to go through, sometimes people are just meant to find each other.

Word Count: 2365

A/N: Listen....... I tried my best. I have never written smut before and it has been a hot second since I have written in general so please for the love of god take it easy on me. I also realized it has been 2 weeks since I posted the last part so this is long overdue. I do like a lot of this one though so it's definitely crucial to the story. If all else fails read like the last paragraph. I did not want to read the smut back so I did not edit this but at this point are we surprised at that lol. Ok that's enough. Love you guys! If you like it feel free to comment and reblog as well!

Part 1 Part 2

The warm light of the fire illuminated your face and you smiled at your friends. The warmth of the fire cut through the chill of the night and a light breeze blew across your face. It had been so long since things had felt this good. Everything just felt right. John B sat with his arm wrapped around Sarah and her head was nuzzled into his chest, trying to hide her cheesy smile at Pope's almost incoherent joke. Pope and Kie sat affectionately close and laughed at Sarah's desperate attempt to hold it together. JJ came up behind you with another beer and sat down next to you.

It was moments like these that made the world feel in balance again. there was nothing to worry about, no reason to be upset. It was true serenity to you.

"I'm surprised you made it." JJ said as he kicked his feet up on the extra logs for the fire.

"So happy to see you too J." you laughed, punching JJ lightly on the arm.

He laughed and responded, "Hey it's not that I'm not happy to see you but I'm surprised you were able to get away from that needy asshole."

"Not funny J." you glared.

"Sorry Y/N. I just can't fathom how he earned even a morsel of your affection. You're too good for him."

"Cut it out JJ. I know it's hard for you guys to understand. I can't explain it but I care about him so just shut up about it. Can we just have a good night? Please?"

You looked at JJ with pleading eyes and his expression immediately softened. JJ sighed and pushed his bleach blonde hair back out of his face.

"I'm sorry. I just don't want you to get hurt." he paused and took a swig of beer before looking back at you. "I really am trying to look out for you."

"I know J but you need to let it go."

"I will, eventually...... Why is Kie's leg draped over Pope's?"

You looked at him and grinned wide. You held back laughter as your friends tipsy actions revealed the secret crush they had on each other. JJ also tried to contain his laughter as he gave you wide eyes in confusion.

"Damn J. You're gonna be the only one alone. Looks like Mr. Player can't pull like he says."

"Oh shut the fuck up. I pull so many bitches and you know it."

You both erupted into laughter causing everyone to look at you. You looked at each other to try to calm down but it only made you laugh harder.

The rest of the night went smoothly as you all sat around the fire and drank beers. As the fire began to die down, running out of fire wood, you knew the peace and serenity of the night would soon come to an end. As you all began to walk up to John B's house you heard your phone go off.

Rafe: Hey baby when are you getting home tonight?

Y/N: I was gonna stay at John B's I'm a little tipsy so I didn't wanna risk driving.

Rafe: Can I come pick you up? I wanna see you tonight.

Y/N: Sure. Is everything ok?

Rafe: Yeah. Be there in 15.

You put your phone back in your pocket and ran to catch up with the group. You anxiously stared at the clock, counting down the minutes until Rafe would come to get you. So many thoughts raced in your mind as you prayed that Rafe was ok and his dad had not lashed out.

You heard the tires of Rafe's truck pull up on the rough gravel of the drive and you bolted out of your seat.

"What's the rush for Y/N?" Pope asked, giving you a confused look.

"Rafe wanted to pick me up so he's here I'm gonna go before he has to come in. I don't want issues." you quickly grabbed your bag off the table and turned to Sarah before you prepared to make a break for the door. "Are you going back to your house or staying here Sarah?"

"I'm staying here Y/N unless you need me. Is he ok?"

"I don't know but I'll be good by myself."

With that statement you ran out the door to go meet Rafe. Your anxiety melted away when you saw Rafe's beaming grin as he leaned against his truck. He started jogging towards you as he held out his arms for you to fall into. You picked your pace up into a jog and met him for a hug. He gently lifted you up and you wrapped your legs around his waist as he swayed back and forth. He took one hand off your waist to pull your face into his, crashing his lips against yours.

You unwrapped your legs and Rafe gently set you back on the ground, still attaching his lips from yours. You tried to gently pull away but Rafe leaned forward and placed more kisses on your soft lips. You laughed and put your hand on his chest, looking up at him and smiling.

"Someone's in a good mood." you giggled. "I'm guessing that dinner went well."

"It went amazing. I really feel like I had it together and guess what my dad said." he beamed at you.

"What?"

"He said he was proud of me."

"Oh my god! Rafe that's amazing! I'm so happy for you." you said giving him another deep kiss.

Rafe turned and held your hand, leading you towards his truck. He opened the passenger door and helped boost you into the seat. Before he closed the door he turned back to you.

"Y/N, my dad told me you set this up. Thank you."

"Anytime, love."

You smiled back at him as he closed the door and jumped in on the driver side. He put his hand on your thigh and started back to the Cameron residence.

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The second you stepped out of Rafe's truck, his hands were all over you. Rafe slammed you against the door and crashed his lips in to yours, putting one hand against the car door next to you head and the other on your ass, giving it a rough squeeze. You moved your hands to grip the back of his neck and lace your fingers through his hair. He pushed you into the car harder and could feel is erection, pushing through his dress pants. You moaned quietly in his mouth as you felt his hard on push into the soft skin of your stomach.

"Why don't we take this inside baby? I don't want anyone to accidentally hear those pretty moans of yours. They're mine." Rafe said roughly against your lips.

You looked up at him and licked your lips, nodding your head. You could help but bite your lip has he dragged you towards the house. Thankfully you found no one on the way to Rafe's room and the moment the door was closed, you were both all over each other once again. Rafe lifted the hem of your shirt, urging for it to come off and you more than willingly obliged, lifting your arms for him to take it off before he quickly unbuttoned his dress shirt and threw it off his shoulders. His lips moved down off your lips and onto your neck. He found your pulse and bit it gently before moving down to your breasts as he unclipped your bra and exposed you to him. He left light purple marks all the way down and his hands moved congruently down to unbutton your shorts.

Rafe's fingers slipped down inside your panties and used his middle finger to slip in between your folds. "So wet baby." he cursed.

You moaned louder than you intended to when he massaged your clit in circular motions before he slipped his long finger inside you.

"Mmh... Rafe." you sighed, basking in all the pleasure he caused with such little effort.

"Yeah, baby. Moan for me." Rafe whispered gruffly in your ear as he slipped a second finger in you and pumped them in and out of your cunt.

"Fuck...." you choked out. It was embarrassing how much of an effect he had on you and he fucking knew it too but it was your turn to have an effect on him.

You grabbed Rafe's wrist, stopping his motions. He looked at you, confused but it was soon replaced with lust when he saw you looking up at him with your doe eyes. You removed his hand from your pants and brought it up to your mouth and sucked his finger clean of your wetness.

"Fuck Y/N. You're gonna make me cum in my pants." Rafe moaned.

You smiled and took his hand to lead him to his large bed so you could sit him on the edge. His eyes widened as he watched you fall to your knees in front of him and start to slowly unzip his pants. Your eyes widened as you saw the tent created by his hard cock and the thin material and you started to rub him through the thin material.

"Fuck Y/N, please." Rafe moaned loudly, reveling in the friction you caused but wishing there wasn't the material between your hand and his cock.

"Rafe baby, look at me." You said looking up with wide eyes as you bit your lip.

"What baby? What's wrong?" Rafe panted. He groaned when he saw how pretty you looked looking up at him.

"I'm so proud of you today. I also know you had a good day. Let me make it even better baby. Please?" You said giving him a seductive smirk.

"Fuck yes Y/N. Please, please, please." he whimpered.

You then freed his cock from the restricting material of his boxers and slid them off his hips and onto the floor. Your mouth watered at the sight of his dick springing up and touching his stomach. You spit on his length and rubbed your hand slowly over the tip before leaning down to put his balls in your mouth. You sucked on them and stroked him while he moaned praises. You licked a stripe up the underside of Rafe's dick and took the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around the sensitive skin.

Rafe grabbed your hair in a makeshift ponytail and shoved himself to the back of your throat. "Good girl. Your little mouth takes me so good."

He helped you bob your head up and down his cock at a rapid pace. Your hands braced your hands on his strong thighs. You continued to look at him with your doe eyes even when tears formed in your eyes and fell down your face. Rafe looked down at your trembling face and you felt his dick twitch in your mouth before he pulled you off.

"I need in you baby. I need you to ride me till I come in you." Rafe said as he pulled you onto his lap.

You pulled him in for a kiss as you sat down on his lap, facing him and grinding on his hips. You grabbed his dick and positioned it at your entrance before sinking down onto him. You groaned as he filled you up. You had fucked him so many times but every time his pure size left you in awe. When he bottomed out in you, you sat there adjusting to him and you panted into his neck, preparing yourself.

"You're so fucking tight, baby girl if you don't move soon I'm gonna move you myself." Rafe whispered in your ear and you started to bounce up and down on his dick.

You tried your best to keep a fast pace but you need Rafe's help to keep up. He really did have the stamina of a race horse. His nails dug into your back as he picked you up and slammed you back down. You could feel him deep in your stomach, repeatedly hitting your cervix. You could feel your release building and you brought your hand down to rub fast circles on your clit.

"Rafe I'm so fucking close please." you cried.

"Cum for me baby. Cum on my dick."

With those sweet words you came and fell into Rafe's strong chest, hands clinging onto his biceps for any type of support. Rafe groaned at the feeling of your walls clenching around him as you came. This catapulted him into his own release, coating your insides in a thick white coating. Before slowly pulling out of you and looking at both your juices running down your thighs.

"I love you Rafe."

"I love you more Y/N." he said, smiling into your shoulder.

He helped you hobble to the bathroom and wash up. Before starting a shower for you both to take.

"Hey Y/N can you go grab some sweat pants for me for when we get out?" Rafe asked you sweetly.

"Only if I can steal my favorite shirt." you replied with a sly smile.

Rafe rolled his eyes and smiled at you "Fine only cause I love you. It's in the top left drawer."

You walked back in his room and grabbed a pair of black sweat pants for Rafe then went to the top left drawer to grab his dark green shirt you absolutely loved. It was soft and smelled like Rafe and fell to just the right place on your thighs. You rummaged through the drawer struggling to find it when you suddenly felt a new sensation your hand. You pulled a soft velvet box from the drawer. Your eyes were wide as you looked around before opening it, curious as to what it was. You gasped as you saw the most beautiful ring you had ever seen nestled in the box.

Everything was starting to come together. Everything Ward and Sarah said. The heirloom. The way Rafe was trying so hard to get his shit together.

"Y/N? What's taking so long?"

You turned around to see Rafe standing in the bathroom door way.

Shit.

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[lilminchii]

Not the 1st option, Jack Harlow

Hurt comfort with Jack🫶

“Y/n?” Jack spoke as he entered the dark room. “Hey sweetheart, you up?” He questioned walking over to the bed and seeing her blanket-covered figure. He laid next to her, furrowing his eyebrows as he heard her shaky breaths. “Hey c’mon, talk to me, baby.” He placed his hand on her arm, as she faced away from him. “I-I just wanna be alone.” She whimpered as he deflated slightly at her words. 

Y/n always wanted to tell Jack everything, if anything he was the one that had trouble talking to her. 

“Did something happen? Did I do something?” He questioned, as she stayed silent. “Y/n, we always talk about everything.” He mumbled, as she lifted her hand to only what he could assume was to wipe her tears. “Jack, please. I wanna be alone.” Her voice cracked as she spoke. 

“No,” he replied. “I’m not just gonna leave you here when something is bothering you this much.” He pressed his chest against her back, but unlike she normally would do, she didn't relax to his touch. Instead, she stiffened up. He loosely slung his arm across her stomach, as she lightly shook while trying to stifle her sobs, by placing her hand over her mouth. “Baby, please. Just talk to me.” He whispered, placing a kiss on the back of her head. 

“I’m no one's first option,” she cried softly, as he furrowed his eyebrows. “What’re you talking about?” He asked as she exhaled shakily. “Everyone has a person they go to first Jack, I have you but I’m not anyone's first option.” She explained while wiping her tears, which seemed to pour down her cheeks nonstop. “Y/n, you’re my first option,” he comforted but she shook her head. “I’m not, Urban is. And that doesn’t bother me, I get it. But it hurts knowing that I'm no one's first option .” A sob escaped from her lips. He quickly brought her closer to his chest, and she finally broke. Her body sank into his, as he tightened his grip on her, afraid that if he, even so, loosened his hold on her she would fall apart. She turned around, hiding her face in his chest, as he rested his chin on the top of her while rubbing her back comfortingly. “I don't know about other people. But sweetheart, I need you to know that I go to you just as much as I go to Urban. There are things that you know that he still doesn’t. And I don't know if what I’m saying even helps you, I'm just rambling. But y’know you are important to all of us, right?” He murmured, moving his head to look down at her, but she turned her head, so he couldn't see her face. “Y/n? You know you're important to me right?” He asked as she continued to stay silent. 

“Y/n baby please say something. Have I not made it clear how important you are to me?” He spoke, on the verge of panicking. “Jack, it’s not what you say or do. I just get this feeling and it’s horrible, I can’t control it. You’ve made me feel important to you, but I can’t help but feel you’ll be better off without me.” She gripped his t-shirt, as his own sea-blue eyes glazed over with tears. “W-What?” He stuttered, letting out a shaky breath. “I’m not better off without you. Why would you ever think that?” He asked, trying not to sound hurt. 

There was no way that she thought he would be better off with her. At this point, he needed to see her every day or he’d feel like shit for the rest of the day. 

“I don't know, I’m sorry.” She whispered as she sobbed harder. “Please don’t cry,” he practically begged, biting his lips in an attempt to keep himself together. She only continued to cry, feeling his warm tears fall onto her t-shirt. 

For the rest of the time, their crying had died out. But they were both still upset and despite the bad emotions they were feeling, they still felt content in each other's arms. Maybe it was the words he had spoken earlier or the way he was holding on to her. But she finally felt how important she was to him. So, maybe Jack could have two people as his first option.

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[estsmutxx]

I saw you wanted to make a sad one shot… maybe do one where the reader breaks up with Kells cause he became very distance and didn’t wanna spend time with her? After she left he realized he f up? (Or If you wanna spice it up, he admits he lost feelings and was over her) whichever one you wanna do!

Idfc (sad)

Plot:what the title says!

warning:there is no smut in this one shot(this is also a short one)

You were laying in your bed,about to go to sleep when you heard the front door open. Colson hasn't came home in days,and you barely heard from him. You had hope he was coming back,you just didn't know when. "It's about time you came home." You said as he walked into the bedroom. "Oh come on,I don't need you giving me shit too." He said,taking his hoodie off of his body.

"What have you been doing for the past,I don't know,six days?"You asked,sitting up and leaning against the bed frame. "I don't know,maybe my fucking job? You do realize I work,right?" He said. "I do realize that,I also realize that you have a girlfriend who's been waiting up for hours for days for you to come home." You responded.

"I never asked you to wait for me." He said. "Oh i'm sorry,I just assumed that's what my boyfriend would want me to do." You said. "Whatever,i'm going to bed. We can fight tomorrow." He said. You shook your head. "Actually,I can just leave." You said. "Knock your shit off,you wouldn't do that y/n. We fight all the time,it doesn't change anything."

"It's changing something now. You're never home,you never even touch me and barely even look at me anymore,and when you finally do show up after days you just act like we aren't even together." You said back to him. He shook his head with a sigh, "I don't know what you want from me." He answered.  "I just want love Colson that's all I ever asked you for." You replied.

"I can't give you everything,I tried." He said. You let out a sigh then got up off the bed. "Where are you going?" He asked you. "I just need to take a break,i'm going outside." You said. "We aren't going to talk about this?" He asked. You shook your head, "maybe when I come back inside,I just need to cool down." You explained,leaving the room and walking out onto the porch.

You sat down in one of the chairs,taking a deep breath. You sat there alone for a few minutes until Colson came outside and stood in front of you. "Yeah?" You asked,looking up at him. "Can we talk,I have to tell you something." He said,fidgeting with his hands. You nodded, "go ahead i'm listening." You replied.

You moved to the side to let him sit next to you,but he didn't move. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner." He started. "You're scaring me,just tell me." You replied. "I lost feelings."he told you. As soon as those words left his mouth,your heart felt like it dropped to your stomach. "Oh." was all you could say.

"I'm sorry,I don't know what happened." He said. "Okay." You said,getting up. "I'll pack now,i'll leave tomorrow." You said. "Fuck." He sighed as you walked back into the house. Tears almost came out of your eyes as you shoved your clothes into a duffle bag. Your breath started to get unsteady and it was getting harder not to let the tears come out.

Memories of him once treating you like you were all he could ever want came into your mind. You wanted to fix it,but you both already emotionally checked out. You were packing the rest of your clothes when he walked into the bedroom. You both stayed silent as you zipped up the bag. "I'll sleep on the couch tonight." You broke the silence.

He nodded in response as you walked out of the room and went into the living room,leaving the bag in the room. You laid down on the couch,your hands on your chest. Tears rushed down your face as you tried to keep quiet so he wouldn't know. You heard the bedroom door shut as you turned on your side,trying your best to distract yourself and fall asleep.

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(Next day)

You woke up on the couch to the sounds of Colson walking around in the kitchen. You sat up,your eyes adjusting to the light. Neither of you spoke to each other. You got up and went straight to the room,getting your bags then setting them on the couch. “So uhm,I guess I should get going.” You said. He sighed, “yeah.” You were about to walk away when you heard his voice again.“Y/n.” He spoke. “Yeah?” You responded. “I’m sorry I couldn’t fix us.”

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[kyojurismo]

EMERGENCY REQUEST

Hi, I am having some issues with my friends and I feel like I keep bothering them if I stay. I was wondering if you could write the reader distancing themselves from mitsuri and giyuu because they feel inadequate in the relationship and how they would comfort them when they found out.

you don't have to do this if you don't want to

# mitsuri kanroji & giyu tomioka

tags : gn!reader, comfort, i don’t state explicitly if r is dating them so it’s up to you, insecure mitsuri & insecure giyu, lemme know if i forgot to tag something pls + not proofread.

a/n : sorry for the delay !! i hope it helps <3

MITSURI

she deserves being around someone better than.

that’s what you repeated to yourself more and more often. you found yourself feeling unfitting, not enough, inadequate. you had to distance yourself from her. so mitsuri would be able to see that she really was better off without having you around her.

what really happened is that she started overthinking everything. did she said something too pushy? did she make you feel uncomfortable? was she… rude?!

she started crying at the thought of treating you in such manner, feeling so bad. she even thought that you straight up hated her that much to the point of ignoring her and trying to avoid her in any kind of social situation.

but when she spoke with shinobu, who offered her point of view, she learned that she in fact didn’t do something to make you “run” away from her. you distanced yourself because of something else.

she needed to discover the truth.

now mitsuri didn’t need to wait for you to casually show up to some place to talk. she came right to your house, knocked on the door and wasn’t willing to give up anytime soon. she would burst the door open if needed.

she needed to see you. she needed to know.

“oh, kanroji-san,” what? she frowned but entered inside none the less. you let her, there was no point in stopping her after all. you went sitting down with her and tried to avoid her eyes as she studied your every movement.

“y/n-chan, i must confront you on this! it’s literally breaking my heart,” she whined and moved closer to you, gently taking your hands. you missed her gentle touch, you couldn’t lie about it. “w-what is it?” you knew damn well what she was talking about. of course she hated you.

“you distanced yourself, y/n-chan! i spent the whole week trying to find a reason for it, i thought that you did it because i was rude! i wasn’t rude, right?” she checked then, worried that she was mislead by shinobu. “you were never rude to me, kanroji-san,” you assured her, looking at her at last.

“then what happened?” she pleaded with her teary eyes, it was clear the situation was making her sad and she felt stressed about not knowing what was going on with you.

you took your time to explain yourself, it was hard opening up about your feelings but it was even harder seeing mitsuri so sad.

“but darling!” she hugged you suddenly, burying you in her chest. “how could you think such things?! you’re one of my favourite people, i love spending time with you and my heart beats so fast when we’re together…” she caressed your back as she comforted you.

“if you have a problem, something that’s bothering you, or maybe some kind of issue with me, i assure we can solve it together, y/n-chan. i’m here for you, i don’t wanna lose you,” she explained in a soft tone, trying to reassure you and reason with you. “are you sure you don’t feel like.. i’m bothering you or something?” you searched into her eyes the truth, even if you knew that mitsuri wasn’t capable of lying.

“this is total madness! i just told you, i won’t get tired of you,” she smiled widely, nodding. “and if you ever need time by yourself then i accept it… next time just tell me, please,” she frowned again before hugging you once more.

you did miss her a lot the past week. and seeing that mitsuri was ready to help and meet your needs filled your heart. she truly was one of the best people in your life.

GIYU

now giyu usually had difficulty showing his emotions, it’s not something he does easily. and that probably affected your choice of distancing yourself from him.

that’s also why, tomioka couldn’t be too surprised. he felt bad, inadequate himself, because he knew that being around him was hard most of the time, so his inner self was probably counting down to the moment you would get tired and walk away from him.

on the other hand, you distanced yourself because you thought that you couldn’t be helpful in your relationship with giyu, that he deserved someone better than you, someone who could help him better.

if you think about it, that’s quite funny. because it took a lot for giyu to confront you. he would think “i know they’re doing better without me, i’m just a negative person they can get rid of.”

when you two met, after a long time spent away from each others, giyu discovered that he actually missed you so much that his eyes started filling with tears. he hid them amazingly though, so you didn’t even noticed he was that happy to see you again.

“tomioka-san, what can i do for you?”

tomioka-san? he told you to call him giyu since you were very close. what happened?

“can i talk to you?” he asked in his usual tone, as if talking with you or not didn’t make any difference. “sure, what is it?” you nodded, a bit nervous. he came to put a serious end to your relationship, you could feel it.

“we used to spend a lot of time together, you seemed happy to be around me even if i’m not the best of people to have around… i was wondering if i did something to upset you?” you were surprised, not because he shared his thoughts so easily, but because he wanted to know what was wrong.

you stared at him in silence for a long moment, giyu didn’t lost his composure not even for a moment. when you finally decided to open up about it, his expression showed surprise. he listened carefully and wanted to find a solution, because as i said… giyu loved having you around.

“i can give you space if you need it, i won’t push you to do anything. but i want you to know that i’m here for you and that i’m not here only to hear your silly stories and funny adventures. i want to be… helpful, be there for you if needed,” he even tried to smile at you, a genuine smile.

“oh, giyu-san…” you hugged him and waited for him to engulf you with his strong arms. “i’m so sorry for making you doubt yourself.”

yeah, you missed giyu too. as he said, he’s here for your ups and downs. giyu would always try his best to help you.

reblogs & comments are super appreciated! thank you for taking your time reading it, i hope you enjoyed it. have a good day / night <3

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[raspberrysunshinebby]

Two Choices

(I’m gonna change the name I promise. Please send suggestions.)

Chapter 1

Pairing: Eris x reader x Azriel

Summary: The future wife of Eris never cared much for mating bonds, she had spent years in love with Eris and when Beron finally dies they can be together. He has full intention to make his love into his High Lady until at a party meant to celebrate Eris’ reign the girl finds herself finding her mate, Azriel.

Warnings: Slight smut, angst, tell me if I missed something.

Word Count:  13224

For the first few days after I moved into the Forest House Eris refused to let me go. He always either had an arm wrapped around me or a hand somehow touching me, and in private he would wrap his arms around me and refuse to let go. 

With the death of High Lord Beron and Eris becoming the new High Lord us two of us had no reason to sneak away from our respective families to be together. The only person who knew about us was Eris’ mother, none of his brothers knew and none of mine knew. Though my brothers were now warming up to the idea of their little sister becoming a High Lady.

I assumed my oldest one had an idea of what was happening. As the head of the house it was my brother's duty to find me a suitable husband, every single one he picked would reject me before the wedding, always due to Eris threatening them or paying them off. It wasn’t hard to do, so he did.

Now we sat on the balcony in our chambers, his arms wrapped around me and his head snuggled into my neck as I played with his fingers. I went to adjust my sitting position before Eris just pulled me into his lap, chest to chest, I wrapped my hands around his neck to hold him as well. I felt so much peace in this moment, he was my entire world. The world could be burning around us and I wouldn’t care. I wanted nothing more than to be his High Lady.

I’m not sure how long we sat there before the door opened for his brother, the second oldest, Onyx. I perked up to look at him, Eris looked too and held onto me harder.

“What do you need, brother?” Eris asked Onyx.

Onyx looked like he wanted to laugh at us, “You got a letter,” Onyx started, “It's from High Lord Thesan.” He placed the letter on a bedside table.

He twisted his hand around a bit, “You guys can go back to… whatever you guys were doing.” Onyx said before leaving, the door shutting behind him.

Eris scoffed as he left before picking us both up from our sitting position, I squealed a little bit leading him to place a kiss upon my head. He placed me on the bed before grabbing the letter and sitting down next to me. 

He opened the letter and read it carefully before sighing. He laid down on the bed and I scooted towards him.

“Is everything okay?” I asked him.

He grabbed one of my hands and began to play with my fingers, “In a week's time we have to go to the dawn court for a High Lord meeting,” He started, I instantly could see why he was dreading it, “they want to host a little party to celebrate me becoming High Lord. I’ll have to ensure my brothers will behave as well.”

I stroked my free fingers through his hair, “Maybe I could call my brothers to treat you with some manners?” I jokingly suggested.

Eris laughed a little, “God I wish I could bring your brothers instead.” I kissed him while giggling.

I moved away to kiss him on the cheek, “I haven’t bathed today and I feel gross,” I kissed him on his other cheek, “wanna join me?” I asked him, kissing him on his forehead and then his lips. 

“Of course I’d like to join you, my love.” He picked me up to bring us to the bath. 

After the water finished running and we were both naked, also including stopping ourselves from fucking on the counter, we went into the bath together.

“We’re gonna have to go to the dress designer tomorrow, and I also want to go to the crown jeweler to get you a crown,” Eris explained to me what we’d have to do tomorrow.

“You don't have to get me a crown,” I told him.

“Your to be my High Lady,” Eris started stroking my wet hair, “I want to show you off appropriately. I don't want to hide you anymore.”

The last part of his sentence made me want to cry a little bit, I was also just sensitive though. He leaned down to kiss me, and then kept kissing me.

Eris forced my body to my knees before running his hands over my body with one hand and holding my head in place as we made out.

He let his fingers trail down before he began rubbing my clit, causing me to moan into his mouth.

He let go of my head, “Sit in my lap love.” He told me, I immediately followed to allow him to fuck me with his fingers.

The day of the party had arrived, while I spent most of the day time with Eris’ mother I eventually left her to go get ready with my handmaids.

My hair was pulled back with a pin and hair pulled out in the front, I had light makeup on only used to make my features pop and a red dress that I assumed Eris would very much like. 

A couple minutes after I was done and I was chatting with my handmaid's Eris walked in, already made up and with a huge smile on his face. The handmaids took this as a sign to leave and I quickly noticed Eris’ hands behind his back.

I stood up from my seat and walked towards him, I wrapped my arms around him, careful to go under his arms.

I looked up towards him, “Hello my love.” I giggled at him.

I saw his eyes fill with love as he moved his hands from behind him to place something on my head, “Hello my gorgeous girl.” He said adjusting what was on my head.

He took me to our mirror to show me what he got me, it was an amazing tiara with giant red jewels. He originally planned on getting me a full crown but I quickly found my dislike for them, they could never sit on my head comfortably no matter what.

I turned to him and pulled his head down to kiss him, “I love you so much.” I told him.

He held my face in his hands, “I love you too, my pretty girl.” He kissed me again, “Do you wanna put mine on my head?” He asked me.

My eyes brightened, “Yes, yes please!”

He sat down while I went to the drawer where we put it last night for easy access. I approached him with the crown in my hand and kissed his head before placing it upon his hand. He sat still as I adjusted it to look perfect.

“Are you ready to go?” I asked him, Eris wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in closer. “I don't want to go.” He said.

“I know,” I adjusted his hair some more, “We can try to leave early if we go now though.”

Eris stood up from his seat before grabbing my hand to guide us both downstairs to his brother and mother.

When we got down the stairs the four remaining members of his family stood there. His mothers eyes lit up when she saw me and rushed to me, telling me how pretty I looked as she held my face in her hands. I couldn’t help but smile and nod along with her.

Eris’ brothers began winnowing to the Dawn Court leading us to follow them to the party.

When we got there my hand immediately went to Eris’ before walking into the party. When we walked in, wine was immediately handed to us as loud music played. Eris’ and I discussed going to dance but before we could we heard a voice.

“Ah! High Lord Eris.” I turned to see High Lord Helion walk towards us, “and hello to you.” He smiled at me. I smiled back to be polite.

“This is Lady (Y/N), I’ll be formally introducing her soon but she is to be my High Lady,” Eris stated.

Helion nodded at me in respect before turning back to Eris, “High Lord Thesan is forcing all the High Lords into some room, I’m not sure why.” Helion started, “I’m starting to think he’s trying to kill us, but not even High Lady Feyre or Vivian are coming so Lady (Y/N) won't be left out.” 

Eris motioned to Helion before turning to place a kiss on my head before saying he’ll be back and following the fellow High Lord.

When he was gone I felt really awkward standing here by myself, so I began to walk towards some tables and try to find Eris’ mother. 

As I walked I saw both the High Ladys Feyre and Vivian discussing something with Feyre’s child at her hip. I wondered if I would be a part of a discussion like that with them soon. I also imagined a child with Eris for a minute.

My eyes continued wandering, trying to find my soon to be Mother in law before I saw a tall winged man. He stood by other members of the Night Court. I intended to look away to continue looking for Eris’ mother before the winged man looked to me as well.

As we made eye contact I felt something hit me, my breath got heavy and suddenly all I could see was him.

The man dropped his wine, clearly ignoring the voice of his other winged friend next to him.

Maybe it was a minute too long for me to realize what it was, but I realized it. It was a mating bond.

I’d met my mate, and it wasn’t Eris.

I felt my eyes fill with tears, I couldn’t breathe. I began to shake my head in a silent no, still looking at the winged man who was attempting to make his way toward me.

I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t want this, all I wanted was Eris. I broke my eye contact with the man and did my best to speed walk out of the room. I didn’t care where I went, I just didn’t want to be here.

I rushed my way out and before I knew it I had somehow made it into some gardens. I sat on a bench to try to catch my breath, but I ended up just crying.

I felt like I had betrayed Eris, like I was a traitor.

I sobbed into my hands, my whole body shaking. I sobbed more when I started to feel guilty for wanting Eris with me right now.

I looked up as I heard footsteps, seeing my mate enter my vision. He looked nervous and sounded nervous, “You know when I imagined meeting my mate I didn’t expect her to cry right after seeing me.” He joked.

I tried to catch my breath, as he knelt down in front of me, “Well um, my name is Azriel-”

“No,” I stated, not letting him finish past his name. I stood up from my spot on the bench and walked a few feet away.

“Oh my god this can't be happening,” I whispered to myself.

Through the bond, I could feel him tense up before asking me, “Is there something wrong with me?” He said quietly.

I turned to look at Azriel, “What's wrong is that you're not my fiance,” I started, “You're not the man I have spent over a hundred years loving.” 

We both stayed silent for a minute before he spoke, “I’m sorry.” He paused for another second, “We need to discuss what to do.”

My eyes widened, “What are we gonna do?”

“I mean we’re mates,” Azriel said, “we just at least try to talk and get to know each other.”

I scoffed, “And what? Fall in love? Have a long happy courtship?” Azriel looked me up and down, “We should try. The cauldron picked us, we should-”

I was going to start crying again, so I just walked away, rushing my way back to the party to find Eris as Azriel yelled for me behind me, he didn’t even know my name.

As I walked into the room I immediately looked for Eris, I found him quickly talking to the High Lord of Summer, I made my way there and grabbed his arm.

“Eris,” My tone caught him off guard, “Can we go now.”

“What do you mean my love, what's wro-”

“Please” 

The Summer High Lord walked away at this point, sensing the urgency of my voice which gave me a clear view of the High Lord of Night approaching us.

Before we could winnow away, Rhysand said Eris’ name, catching my fiance’s attention.

Eris turned to Rhysand, “I’m sorry Rhysand,” he started, “Whatever you wish to discuss can be discussed later.”

Rhysand smirked, “I think the fact your lover is the mate of my shadowsinger should be discussed now.”

My heart stopped, I wanted Eris to hear it from me. I wanted to tell him that I wanted nothing to do with my mate, I wanted to tell Eris I loved him. Rhysand took that and broke it.

The expression Eris made would haunt me, his face fell from his stern look to a blank face. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking and all I could do was try not to cry.

“We need to go.” was all Eris said before grabbing my shoulders and winnowing us back home.

He winnowed us to our room and quickly let go of my shoulders. He ran his hands through his hair before turning to look at me, “Is it true?” he asked me, he wasn’t angry, he was sad.

I nodded, choking back tears. It took me a second to say, “I didn’t know until thirty minutes ago.” I said quietly.

Eris sat on our bed, his face in his palm. Something about him looking like that broke me, I started sobbing. I did my best to repeatedly tell him that I was sorry, but he didn’t move from his spot. I couldn’t tell if he was also crying.

I ended up leaving, deciding to sleep in the chambers that are technically mine but I’d always ignored them.

Once I’d gotten there I realized I had no night clothes but I didn’t care at that moment. All I could do is sob into my pillow on the bed I’d never touched until this moment. My heart hurt so much, I prayed to the cauldron that this was a mistake.

Once I’d finally calmed down I ludged myself to the bathroom to take off the things in my hair and take off my makeup.

When I looked at myself in the mirror all I could see was a traitor. I didn’t even look like myself with red puffy eyes and smudged makeup.

Once I was done I forced myself onto my bed. I didn't care that I was still in my dress, but I did care about how cold the bed was. I would’ve started crying again if I hadn’t heard a knock at the door. I looked up to see Eris walk in, my nightgown in his hand.

He placed it down, silently telling me to put it on. Looking at the nightgown I realized how heavy my dress was, so I put it on while Eris sat on the other side of the bed looking away from me. 

He never looked at me once, I could only stare at his back. My words failed me. 

Eris could only say five words, “I couldn’t sleep without you.” Neither of us moved for a minute before I laid down, facing away from him. I felt him do the same.

It took everything in me to not cry myself to sleep.

#eris vanserra x reader smut #eris x reader #eris vanserra #eris vanserra x reader #eris x reader smut #azriel x reader #azriel #acotar x reader #acotar x reader smut #acotar

[ignis-writes]

BLOOD SPRITE

Pairing: August Walker × Female Reader

Summary: When the period comes by without warning to ruin your plans for the night, August takes charge.

Pov: Second person pov

Warnings: Period Sex!!! Actually fingering, but descriptions of blood, period, fingering, and orgasm. Just stay away if it bothers you. <did I miss something?>

Author's note: I’m not an experienced writer and this work is not BETA’d. Plus, English is not my first language so watch out for obvious mistakes.  Period horny made me do this. please comment, I wanna know what you think about it.

Plus: Do not plagiarize/translate my work. I do not own August Walker or Mission Impossible franchise

You were angry, frustrated and in the right mood to slam somebody's head to the nearest flat surface. The chances of the said somebody being yourself was good too. Period was a bitch in its own right, but with pcos it was the demon who swore to cut you open with a chainsaw. Nothing felt right when the pain screened into your cells with a venomous war cry.  Your hips and back felt like it was just dry sand falling apart in slow motion. Stumbling your toe by the fridge right now was just enough reason to break down crying on the floor. 

And to cry, you had more reasons. The unannounced entry of your period after 5 months of abandoning you ruined the plans for a good night with August. You made plans to cook for the little domestic date planned for the day, and after dinner you  had other plans too. 

But sprawling over the cold floor all hopeless and tired with burnt steak and a messy kitchen you mused at what could have been a night of some rough hot love making. It's been a few long weeks since you both had some time with each other, his schedule took him around the globe for days on end and his job, (whatever that was…) had the habit of getting dangerous. So he never took you with him while he was working, but until quite recently he found time to snatch you away from the world and spend days and nights in some private spot where it was just you and him. Things weren't quite the same this time.  Now with periods showing up with the fury hellfire and cramps hormones and cramps unleashing the chaos of a high ranking demon your weekend was ruined already. 

You didn't notice August entering the kitchen with quiet steps, he scooped you up in his strong arms, switched off the stove and took you to your bedroom. 

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"Honey, how about you tell daddy what happened....i'm sure we can fix, whatever it is" he explained in a soft soothing voice while wiping a stray tear out of your face.  

"Daddy..." Sitting over the bathroom slabs that's all you could wail before the rushed sobs took over, you grabbed onto his shirt with all the might you had and started sobbing harder. He said nothing much but gently started rocking you in his arms. When your breath felt slower and closer to normal again, you explained how the blood sprite came over for a visit and how things just felt so painful and wrong as your plans for a good time went down the drain with some blood and tears . 

"I wanted you tonight...I missed you so much, Gus. I hate how everything got ruined, it's been so long since we got some time to be with each other and it's all wrecked because of my uterus being a bitch"

He said nothing but smiled. He liked how his shy lil girl got worked up easily and wanted her daddy to comfort her always. 

"you know we can still do it right? " he asked with a smirk that said more than the words did.  

"what.. uhh... It's gonna be all messy daddy. You won't like it. " you muttered in the lowest pitch, but the tiniest glint of hope it showed didn't go invisible by his prying eyes.

What was going on with you? On a normal day you would be so embarrassed and mortified to say anything but right now...you didn't know nothing but a primal need blooming right beneath your chest and a sweet ache craving attention between your legs.  

He placed you on the cold marble and stood between your legs running his hands up the flimsy fabric of your pale pink dress. His face inched closer to yours while the other hand held your jaw in a tight grip. 

"Shh...trust me my lil dove, you will love it. Just sit back and enjoy all daddy gives you... Relax and let it go, baby, don't think about the mess or blood or anything… Let daddy take care of this lil cranky girl. " 

He didn't bother with your dress but just slipped his hand inside to remove the soft cotton underwear you had on along with the cup. He was slow and careful about it, not to scare you or hurt you since you were extra sensitive around there during these days. But all you could do was move your hips closer while his hands gently pulled the cup out and drained it into the sink. God, you were so desperate... And as soon as it was out August had his hands sneaking up your thighs again. 

"Omg it's gonna be blood everywhere" you gripped in concern

"no there won't be."

 He assured you not  breaking eye contact. Something about the way he talked said he was enjoying this as much as you were. He possessed the confidence of experience that you lacked,  but that was okay. You trusted him to make it good for both of you. 

His hand worked its way massaging your thighs to rubbing smooth circles in your clit. While his thumb massaged your Pearl his fingers drifted to part your petals. They were already drenched from blood and arousal, all you could do was close your eyes and whisper his name. Your fingers nailed into his shoulder as his two fingers slithered in your wet hot cave with the steady familiarity and gentleness of a devoted lover. His thick digits pulled in and out with passion for a few more times while you rolled your head back in pleasure. The pain was nowhere to be seen now that warmth and a familiar knot grew deeper inside you. You were nothing but a red hot mess in his arms. But he was holding back...right when you were so desperate to take all he had to give, he kept driving you closer and farther through different levels of ecstasy . 

"daddy...." you whined, losing the syllables to the thick air of sweat and wanton need. 

You were too deep in the filthy euphoria to care much now. Oh, but August was enjoying it. Savoring the sight of his hands drenched in your blood and arousal and your lips parted in steamy gasps chanting his name like your life depended on it. 

" Say it again, dove...say what you want. 

You already locked up shame and any false sense of chastity when you agreed to let him take off your panties, you might as well beg like a whore if that's what it takes to get the relief your body begged so dearly. 

" daddy please....let. Me...cum" most of it wavered in moans and gasps as he continued pumping his thick digits into your sacred spot but now he drew out his hands which made you feel empty again. Before you could comprehend or complain, he dived in again with his thumb circling your hidden pearl and his fingers pursuing the deep spot which made you see fireworks in the back of your head. It shattered all chains of shame and pain as you came hard on his hand. 

You didn't see much blood or mess as he scooped you up for a hot bath before you could descend from the peak of ecstasy and left to clean up the kitchen and order some takeout. He came back when you were all done and dressed in his old shirt and boxers. August loved it when you wore his clothes. It assured him you were all his and his only. It smelled like him, like his sweat and perfume. The kind of fragrance that you linked to the feeling of home.

“So…you seemed to enjoy it just fine, lil dove. How about we try something more huh?”  He said  as you cuddled upon his chest by the couch. Maybe the night wasn't so ruined after all. 

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tags 🖤

@cynic-spirit @angelmather1 @calwitch

#august walker #henry cavill #captain syverson #walter marshall #mission impossible #geralt of rivia #mike hellraiser #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill smut #august walker smut

[dragon-kazansky]

Something Worth Protecting

Iceman x Dragon

Bodyguard AU

Dragon's popularity has grown tremendously, and as she takes off on tour, a security team has been hired to see it through. Leading that team is Tom Kazansky. He's the best in the business. He is here to do a job, but for the first time in his career, feelings are involved. He can't get too involved or he'll lose his job. Yet, ignoring what he desires is harder than it looks.

[Masterlist]

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Chapter Two - Spotlight

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Rachael had got changed and was finishing her make up. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her heart was racing away in her chest.

What if I forget all my lyrics?

What if I forget to breathe?

She grips her table tightly, her knuckles turning white. Her stomach was doing somersaults. She felt like she could be sick.

A knock at the door startled her. She goes for breath and looks at the door through the mirror.

"Who is it?" She calls out.

"Kazansky."

She lowers her head and sighs. "What is it?"

"You're being called to the stage."

Rachael sighs once more and stands upright. She looks herself over once more and then turns, leaving the dressing room.

Kazansky stands there, waiting. Rachael doesn't even spare him a glance. He doesn't help her nerves. That stoic thing he does makes her just feel worse.

She needed Jade.

Rachael reaches the wing of the stage and spots part of the audience. The room was full and it was buzzing. Rachael swears she could wet herself with how nervous she was.

A mic is handed to her.

She nods to assure herself it will all be fine.

She spots Jade on the other side. Her friend smiles wide and gives her two thumbs up. Rachael smiles. She just needed to see Jade to know everything was okay.

She could do this.

The music starts. She smiles.

Kazansky takes his position and keeps his eyes on the crowd. His team were all in their positions and keeping an eye on things.

The crowd was getting excited.

Dragon walks out and smiles.

The room fills with cheers. People jump up and down and yell her name. This was new and exciting.

The music softens to her first song and she finds her words.

Rachael was going to give her fans what they wanted.

"When I'm away from you

I'm happier than ever

Wish I could explain it better

I wish it wasn't true

Give me a day or two

To think of something clever

To write myself a letter

To tell me what to do."

The crowd listened and started to sway along. The place was alive and adrenaline was taking over. She had the confidence to make this a night to remember.

"Do you read my interviews?

Or do you skip my avenue?

When you said you were passin' through

Was I even on your way?

I knew when I asked you to

Be cool about what I was tellin' you

You'd do the opposite of what you said you'd do

And I'd end up more afraid."

Jade was watching in awe. This is exactly what they had worked for. This was everything she promised her friend and more. This may just be the first tour, but Jade was going to make sure it wouldn't be the last. Dragon was going places, and Jade was going to make sure she got there.

Jade was so proud of her friend.

"Don't say it isn't fair

You clearly weren't aware

That you made me miserable

So if you really wanna know

When I'm away from you

I'm happier than ever

Wish I could explain it better

I wish it wasn't true."

The crowd were starting to sing along. Rachael could feel their voices move her. They came here to see her. To hear her sing. She could cry if she wasn't so caught up in her singing.

"You call me again, drunk in your Benz

Drivin' home under the influence

You scared me to death but I'm wastin' my breath

'Cause you only listen to your fuckin' friends

I don't relate to you, no

I don't relate to you

'Cause I'd never treat me this shitty

I get it, you hate this city."

Tom is watching from the side. He only has a side view of his client. He was hired to keep her safe. When Jade had called to hire him, she was desperate to have the best. She begged Tom to take her offer. She needed Tom Kazansky for her friend.

At first he didn't think anything of it other than it being another job. He had provided security for celebrities before.

Now, listening to Rachael sing. The song, the emotion, the control she has. The way the fans were calling for her and singing along.

Something in him stirred slightly.

Something told him there was more to this job. He would have to ask the manager later. For now he was completely wrapped up in this woman and her voice.

A job was a job, usually. He never really involved himself with what they did. This... this was new.

How had be not heard of her before? A voice like that should be everywhere. Where had this angel been hiding all this time?

The song ends and Dragon smiles at her fans. She thanks them and greets them, making them feel welcome and hyped up for the rest of the night.

He remains as still as stone as he watches her with his eyes. He's aware of the voices in his ear piece. Ron and Rick talking to one another. They seem to be updating one another on their current status.

There weren't any issues to report.

About halfway through the show Rachael went to change her outfit. It was a pretty quick change and didn't need her to go all the way back to the dressing room. She didn't even look at him as she came backstage, but he followed her with his eyes.

Rachael was back to singing on stage in no time. The concert ended on a high and the room was buzzing.

When the concert ended, Rachael returned backstage. Jade ran up to her and hugged her tight.

"You were amazing!"

The two women laugh. Tom watches them. Rachael is clearly still high in adrenaline. She smiles brightly and talks enthusiastically with her friend.

Ron makes his way over. Tom turns to him.

"No issues to report. Everything was safe and sound."

Tom nods at him. Ron's eyes shift to the side and Tom glances over. The two women had stopped talking to one another to look at them. More specifically, Jade was staring a Ron, lip slightly caught between her teeth.

"This is Ron Kerner, a member of my team," Tom introduces.

"Hello..."

"Hello," Ron replies curtly.

They look at each for a moment longer before Rachael pushes Jade slightly.

"Let's go."

Jade snaps back to reality and turns to Dragon. "Right."

Tom dismisses Ron and follows the two back to the dressing room.

Yes, there was more to this job, and if he was going to do it properly, he would need to know what it was.

This was more than just a job.

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@bayisdying - @mrsjaderogers - @breadsquash - @cycbaby - @callmemana - @askmarinaandothers - @starlit-epiphany - @callsignscupcake - @ladylanera

#something worth protecting #iceman x dragon #iceman #top gun au #chaos squad #the chaos squad #chaos squad au #the chaos squad fics #au

[dolly-macabre]

Here have some filth. I have no self control and need to share it before I go insane.

Loves me a switchy Pickle 😈

🔞NSFW under the cut🔞

“Look, lady, I’m just naht interested…” Pickles cleared his throat to cut through the awkwardness of the situation, “Great tits though..”

I peer from behind a large piece of sound tech. I had just been escorted backstage after finally getting to see the boys play in person, and I happened to notice an exchange between Pickles and an absolutely gorgeous, sandy-haired woman. With her figure she could easily be a model. 

“You’re turning me down??” She's taken aback as a klokateer leads her away from backstage.

“Yeeeah, nuthin’ personal but nope.” Pickles shrugs.

My heart begins to leap out of my chest as I step out from my hideout, the band making their way backstage. The rest of the guys (except Nathan) have at least one or two women on their arms.

“Oh, heys look! It’s Dollys! Hi, Dollys!” Toki calls out, waving to me.

I hate to ignore the guy but I have a one track mind right now. I step past Toki, my heart still pounding as I grab Pickles’ hand. Face as expressionless as I can keep it.

“Can I talk to you?.. Y’know, in private?” I ask, voice low.

“Ah.. Uh yeah. No prahblem..” he stutters while I pull him away.

“Uh.. Byes Dollys?” Toki stammers.

“What ams her deals?” Skwisgaar adds.

“She looked like she had to take a schit if you aschk me..” Murderface insinuates.

“That doesn’t make any sense.. Why would she.. Oh dear god..” Nathan is stunned at his own filthy thoughts.

***

*Click*

I quickly lock the unisex bathroom door behind us.

“Look, I think I might know what this is about, and I-” Pickles starts to explain himself until I cut him with a deep, passionate kiss, my fingers lacing through his ginger locs. I pull away just long enough to whisper in his ear.

“I heard everything..” my hungry lips meet his again.

He pulls away slightly, “Ya heard that, huh? I figured yew just saw me talkin’ to her and finally snapped..” 

He lets out a nervous chuckle as my lips trail down his neck, leaving black lipstick marks on his corpse paint. I let one hand slip down to his cock, stroking it through his jeans.

“F-Fuck…” he moans, growing harder as I tease him, “Didja really think I was gonna leave ya hanging after the show?”

He grins, grinding into my grip, “What kinda boyfriend would thaht make me??”

“A pretty shitty one!” I snicker, nipping at his neck playfully.

“I couldn’t do thaht to my angel…” he interjects, holding my chin in between his thumb and forefinger. All the while, desperately rubbing his clothed groin into my hand.

“And I want to reward you for that, handsome…” I pull my hand away, earning a little whimper from him. Oh, how I love when he gets like this.. So needy.

“How’s dat?” his breathy voice lowering.

I get down on my knees before him, reaching for the button of his jeans.

“Are ya sure ya wanna do that?? I- Uh.. just got off stage and I kinda- O-Ohhh..” he moans as I take his sweaty cock in hand.

“Oh, I’m very sure.. You’ve more than earned it..” I smirk up at him.

“Nyeh!!” he cries out as my grip tightens and I start stroking him. I take one of his balls into my mouth, sucking on it ever so gently. Salty sweat drips on my tongue.

“A-Ah!...” His voice catches in his throat, his hand coming down to grasp at my hair. I lick him from base to tip, placing a teasing kiss on the head of his dick.

“Such a good boy…” I speak, my voice gravelly. I lick the taste of his exertion from my lips.

“Yer killin’ me, Dolls…” his breath becoming heavier as I wrap my lips around his head. Just then, his hips jolt forward, pushing his cock all the way in. 

“Ahhh.. Fuuuuck…” a deep groan escapes him, his grip tightening on my hair. I moan around his throbbing length, my tongue wrapping around him fervently. Cupping his balls, I begin to set a steady pace. Hearing him come undone right above me, there’s nothing quite like it.

“How the fuck are yew so gewd at this???” he exclaims, sweat and corpse paint dripping off of him.

Suddenly, he tugs roughly at my hair, urging me forward.

“I’m gonna fuck yer mouth now, okay, baby?” 

I make a muffled sound and nod, eyes locked on his. I let my jaw relax completely as he gets a better grip on the back of my head. 

Fuck my mouth, indeed! He pumps himself in my drooling mess of a mouth at a bruising pace.

“Who’s my little slut, huh??” he gasps.

All I can do is gurgle pathetically, trying to catch my breath.

“Dat’s right… You are, dollface..” he carefully wipes a tear from my cheek as he speeds up. The man’s endurance was so insane and that only fueled my desire to please him. My jaw starts to go numb but my tongue continues to lap on his dick, hoping that the added pressure would bring him closer to sweet relief.

And, man, did it! Pickles’ thrusts go from punishing to unsteady as his hips jerk back and forth. He lets out a sharp cry as his load shoots into the back of my throat. So bitter but so sweet on my palate, gratefully I swallow every last drop. He twitches through the last of his orgasm, softly stroking my hair with one hand and holding my cheek with the other.

I pull myself off of him before we both sink to the floor, exhausted. After catching his breath, Pickles grins at me.

“ I gotta turn down groupies more often…” he sighs, tired as all hell but content. I kick his shoe with my platform boot.

“More like all the time, dude..” I grunt.

Once I finally catch my breath, I stand and hold out my hand for him.

“C’mon, let’s freshen up a little and find the guys!”

“I mean they’re prahbably just gettin’ their dicks wet. Let’s just head to the chopper n’ wait for em there. Plus, y’know, I gotta get this fuckin paint off me.”

“Fair enough!” I wash my hands and face in the small sink, using a damp paper towel to wipe away my smeared eye makeup.

“Hey.. I- uh love you and stuff, okay?.. Thanks fer lettin’ me cum down yer throat..” he chuckles, freckled face as red as a cherry.

“Of course, babe!” I wink at him. I know he’s not the best at sharing his feelings but if anything I just find it so endearing.

***

(Later on the Dethcopter)

The boys and I settled in for the trip back home. Everyone, fatigued in some way. Toki takes a seat next to me on the couch as I scroll through my phone mindlessly. 

“Heys! Why didsja blows me off, huh??” he asks, a little upset. 

I look up from my phone, my brain attempting to process what he just said. I snort-laugh, Pickles joining in .

“Oh! I’m sorry, Toki! I didn’t mean to snub you! I was… just in a hurry!”

“What's ams so funny??” Toki retorts.

“OH HEY! That remindsch me… Hey, hey, Pickles.” Murderface nudges his bandmate.

“Dude.. Waht?..” Pickles has his arm slung over his face, trying to relax.

“How wasch your Cleveland Schteamer??”

“MY WAHT.” 

#metalocalypse fanfic #ns.fw #polly 🥰 #my mtl #metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #mtl oc #dolly macabre #mdni #my writing #obscura macabre

[random-writerings]

Touch Me (Til I Find Myself) ~ Chapter 2

Word Count: 5.4k

Masterlist // AO3

Air hissed as the door to the Trawler hangar opened. Jemma and May climbed out.

“This is Earth,” May greeted them.

“We’re in the future,” Coulson said at the same time.

“How’d you even get the Trawler out?” Deke asked. “You’d need the key.”

Jemma held up the thing that Coulson had fished out of Virgil’s pockets. Deke looked annoyed.

“So what, you guys steal from dead people?”

“We took it before he died,” Kris retorted. “We were going to give it back.”

Deke shot her an unconvinced look, but Jemma ignored both of them and turned to Coulson.

“It’s all destroyed.” She sounded exhausted. “Coulson, please tell me it’s impossible.”

“I think we can all agree at this point that anything is possible,” he replied. “Glad you’re alright.”

“Wait, what do you mean ‘destroyed’?” Kris asked, frowning.

“I mean cracked like an egg,” Jemma replied. “Only a small part of the Northern Hemisphere remains.”

“And everything else?”

“Gone. Floating around in space.”

“My god.” Kris was appalled. This kept going from bad to worse. “So, where do we go from here?” 

“I don’t know. Your guy, Virgil,” Coulson turned to Deke, “he didn’t tell you anything else about his plan to bring us back from the past?”

“I’m just still trying to fit all these ideas inside my skull,” Deke replied unhelpfully. 

“And you haven’t heard anything about a gateway? A rock that transports people?”

“If I had, you think I’d still be here?”

“There was no second monolith when I landed on Maveth,” Jemma interjected. 

“So we’ll have to find our own way back,” May concluded. 

There was a pause and they turned to look at Jemma.

“Well, I’m a biologist,” she said. “But sure, I can invent time travel, just give me a minute.”

“Well, without some miracle, then we’re stuck here,” Coulson said, “and we need to stay alive.”

Now, they all turned to Deke.

“Oh, and you …” he started, “you … you all want me to help you with that? Yeah, well that’s a big surprise.” He rummaged in his bag. “Well, all I can offer you is these. So, who’s first?”

He held out some circular devices. May stepped closer to him angrily.

“You think I’m gonna let you do that to anyone else?”

Deke leaned into her, pointing aggressively. “You are lucky that I’m even offering,” he hissed. “The only way to not die is to blend in and work hard. And you can’t do either of those things without these.”

“Wait, what are they?” Kris asked. “And what did you do to May?”

May rolled up her sleeve, showing the device impaled through her bloody wrist. Kris and Jemma gasped but Deke seemed unaffected. 

“These are Metrics,” he explained to her, showing her his own. “You wanna get work or tokens or whatever, you need these.”

“Yeah, no.” Kris couldn’t tear her eyes away from May’s wrist. “Absolutely not.”

“Did you listen to a word I just said?” Deke asked, annoyed.

“Alright, look –” Kris whipped around to confront him but Coulson stopped her. He took the Metrics from Deke and pocketed them.

“Come on. Keep moving,” Deke ushered them away from the Trawler.

“What do they do?” Coulson asked. “Track us? I don’t think we want that.”

“I don’t think you have a choice,” Deke replied.

“Deke?” A voice called from behind them. The group turned to see a woman walking towards them.

“Tess, yeah, sure, join the fray.” Deke looked exasperated.

“You took out the damn Trawler?” she, Tess, asked. “Where’s Virgil? If you lifted off in that thing without …” She shoved a metal pipe into Deke’s chest. “What? What’s wrong with your face?”

“I’m sorry,” Coulson addressed her as Deke looked down, avoiding meeting her eyes. “Virgil’s gone.”

The corridor was silent as Tess processed this. Then she turned back to Deke. “Deke … this true?”

He nodded solemnly. “Roaches got him on Three.”

“What was he doing on Three, Deke?” Tess shoved him. “That’s a sealed-off level.”

“This wasn’t my –” Deke tried to explain.

“What did you get him into –” Tess shoved him again, harder this time, the grief evident in her voice.

“I … he hired me –”

“– you piece of waste!”

“Listen!” Deke grabbed her pipe which she was gesturing aggressively with. “He hired me to hide these people.”

“From where?” Tess looked at them suspiciously. 

“Well, that’s the thing,” Deke continued. “Remember all that deranged garbage that Virgil was always spouting about people arriving from the past? I think you’re looking at ‘em.”

Tess scoffed quietly. “That’s insane.”

“Doesn’t mean it’s not true,” May interjected.

“We came through a gateway,” Jemma explained. “Some sort of temporal shift.”

“I don’t want to believe it either, but look at their clothes.” Deke pointed them. “They got matching buttons. Not exactly locals.”

That was when Kris properly took in Deke’s appearance. His brown leather jacket was worn, his black trousers were covered in dirt and stains, and his heavy-looking boots had definitely seen better days. He looked as rough as Kris felt.

“How can we prove it to you?” Coulson asked. He rummaged in his pockets, pulling out a coin. “Here. It’s from last year. Still shiny.” He showed it to them, but Tess grabbed his arm, inspecting his wrist.

“You don’t have a Metric. Never did.” She pulled away. “That’s … too weird.” She and Deke exchanged glances. “Virgil said you’d be agents of –”

“S.H.I.E.L.D. Pleased to meet you,” Coulson said.

“Then there should be more of you.” Tess looked around.

“There’s one girl who went to go pry the others away from the Kree guards,” Deke informed her.

“You let them go face the Blues?” Tess raised her voice at him.

“I didn’t let them – they do whatever they want!” Deke raised his voice too, gesturing at them. “It’s like herding rats.”

“So, go get them!” Tess ordered.

“Me? No!” Deke shook his head, chuckling in disbelief. “No. Think again. They are radioactive. Virgil already got himself wasted. I intend to learn something from his vacancy.”

He walked away, throwing the pipe on the floor with a clatter.

“I’ll double his price,” Tess called after him. He stopped walking and turned. He waited to see if she was serious, but she didn't back down.

“You don’t even know the number that you just agreed to,” he said. “Alright, fine. You stash these people, you make them blend in. I'll see if I can … talk the others out of certain death.”

He walked past them to the end of the corridor.

“Hey, wait a minute,” Kris called out. He stopped again and turned to shoot her an annoyed look.

“What now?” he groaned.

“I’m not letting you go on your own.”

“Why not?” he asked antagonistically.

“Because I don’t trust you, that’s why,” she retorted, crossing her arms.

He scoffed at her and rolled his eyes. She really wanted to punch him.

“Kris, go with him,” Coulson ordered, then lowered his voice so only she could hear. “Keep a close eye on him.”

“Yes, sir.”

She walked to the end of the corridor where Deke was still standing. She met his gaze, not breaking eye contact as she brushed past him. He rolled his eyes again and followed her.

~~~

They walked in silence until Deke spoke up.

“So, what’s your name, then?”

Kris looked over at him and, remembering how much Virgil knew about her, decided not to answer. She turned back to face the corridor ahead.

Deke sighed, exasperated. “You could at least tell me your name if you’re going to be following me around.”

“I told you, I don’t trust you,” she stated simply.

“You don’t even know me,” he replied, offended.

Kris stopped dead and spun around to face him fully. “What did you say to that guard?”

“What?”

“Outside the cell, I saw you whispering to one of the guards. What did you say?”

“That’s my business, not yours, sweetheart.” 

Without thinking, Kris punched him. His head jerked to the side, and he reeled back a few steps. 

“What the hell?” He clutched his jaw, rubbing it tenderly.

“Don’t ever call me that again,” Kris hissed, leaning in close to make sure he knew she meant it. “And you can drop the condescending tone while you’re at it.”

She turned on her heel and kept walking. He jogged slightly to catch up with her.

“Message received. Loud and clear,” he muttered sarcastically. “Seems unnecessarily violent, though.”

“Consider that a warning.” She didn’t even spare him a glance. “Call me that again, and I promise I’ll do a lot worse.”

“Alright fine.” He held up his hands. “So how exactly am I meant to address you, Miss No-Name?”

She sighed. “I’m Kris. Kris Fletcher.”

Deke slowed for a second. “Kris Fletcher?” he repeated, stunned.

“Yep. Let me guess, you heard stuff about me from Virgil?” she asked, annoyed.

“Something like that,” he mumbled. Kris shot him a curious glance but didn’t press any further. “Well, it’s real nice to meet you,” Deke continued sarcastically.

“Likewise.” Kris scowled.

Deke opened a heavy door into what looked like a boiler room. Suddenly, Yo-Yo rounded a corner, holding an axe above her head.

“No, no, no, no!” Daisy yelled. “He’s alright. He’s alright.”

Yo-Yo stopped and glanced at Kris, who tilted her head to the side. “Still up for debate.”

Yo-Yo lowered the axe.

“How did you get that Kreeper’s axe?” Deke asked, easing out of the defensive stance he had taken when Yo-Yo ran at him. “Please tell me he was sweet on you.” He moved past her, further into the room. He looked down at the body at Daisy’s feet. “You killed a Kree?”

“It was us or them,” Yo-Yo explained.

“Well, you made the wrong choice!”

“Is that gonna be a problem?” Mack asked, emerging with another body.

“Two?” Deke spread his arms out in disbelief. “You killed two?”

“So?” Kris asked. “They’re not exactly easy to get away from. I had to fight three of them earlier.”

“You did what?” Deke was more agitated now. “You said you escaped, you didn’t mention fighting them.”

“Kinda figured that was a given.” Kris shrugged.

Deke sighed. “Yeah, well that’s only gonna be a problem for the herd of people that they’re gonna kill in retaliation. We gotta cover this up.” He looked around for a place to hide them.

“What do you think we’re doing?” Yo-Yo asked, irritated.

“We could just make it look like an accident,” Daisy suggested.

“Shut up! Just let me think,” Deke argued.

“Wait a minute,” Mack interjected. “What if we leave ‘em upstairs with the other bodies? Use the elevator?”

“Yeah, didn’t Tess say that’s a sealed-off floor?” Kris backed him up. “The other guards won’t go looking there. And if they do, they’ll just think the Roaches got them. Right?” 

“We can’t exactly be seen in the lift with a pair of dead guards,” Deke said.

“Well, maybe we don’t put them in the elevator,” Mack suggested.

Deke thought about it for a moment. “Alright, well, I hope you saved some of your energy there, Tiny.”

~~~

The group looked up at the silhouettes of the bodies above them.

“Great,” Daisy said sarcastically.

“You couldn’t have told us there was a skylight?” Mack asked Deke.

“What’s a skylight?” Deke asked back.

The others stared at him. Mack shook his head. “Oh, boy. It is what it is.”

“Right, we should probably catch you up,” Kris spoke up. “May and Jemma took the Trawler took out. We can’t send a message to Earth because this is Earth. And we’re in the future.”

“We’re what?” Daisy blinked in surprise.

“You have got to be joking,” Mack added while Yo-Yo swore in Spanish.

“Unfortunately not,” Kris grimaced. “We’re in some sort of bunker because the planet has been destroyed. So everyone in here is what’s left of humanity.”

“Right … wow.” Daisy put her hands on her hips.

“Yeah.” Kris turned to Deke. “So, just to be clear, when you said ‘bunker’, is it safe to assume we’re underground?”

“For the most part, yeah,” he replied. “Some levels have windows out into space though.”

“So, do you know what happened? To Earth, I mean? It’s not like the planet just cracked by itself.”

“I’m sorry,” Yo-Yo interrupted. “Cracked?”

“‘Like an egg’ was the phrase Jemma used,” Kris replied flatly.

Yo-Yo shut her eyes and took a deep breath. Kris turned back to Deke. “So? What happened?”

“How should I know?” Deke answered. “Everyone’s got their own stories but who knows which is true, if any.”

“So what stories do you know? Anything would help us out a lot.”

Deke narrowed his eyes. “You ask a lot of questions, you know that?”

“So?” She raised her eyebrow at him.

“It’s gonna get you killed,” he warned.

“Seems like everything is out to kill us. What makes this any different?”

“Look, I'm just trying to help. And maybe if you didn’t go into things fists swinging –”

“Maybe if you weren’t so condescending –”

“So, making friends with the locals is going well then,” Mack muttered sarcastically.

“You try being friendly to someone like this,” Kris replied, gesturing aimlessly at Deke.

“Friendly?” Deke scoffed. “You haven’t been anywhere near friendly –”

“This is me being friendly.”

“Well, you seriously need to work on your people skills.”

“Oh, that is rich coming from you.”

“You punched me!”

“You deserved it!”

The elevator doors opened, causing them to go quiet. The corridor was dark and empty but now that Kris knew what was hiding in the shadows, it was a lot more ominous. They took the bodies down from the roof and dragged them through the corridor. 

“We got to come up with a system ‘cause I’m not doing this every time we take out a Kree!” Mack complained. 

“The system is ‘no more dead Kree’!” Deke exclaimed. “We’re two past maximum. Hopefully, the bodies are still warm enough for the Roaches to take ‘em. Here, right here. That’s the door.”

They kicked open the door and left the Kree inside. As they hurried out, Yo-Yo reminded Daisy to close the door behind them.

“Daisy?” Deke asked. “Pretty name. Like the flower?” 

“Does that line work in the future?” Daisy quipped.

“I guess not.”

“So,” Kris tried to get answers out of Deke again, “you’ve never read a history book or anything that recorded what really happened?”

“History book? Are you kidding?” Deke scoffed. “The Kree destroyed all of those decades ago.”

“Uh oh, now they’re in trouble.” Mack smirked. “They’ve messed with Kris’ one true love.”

The others chuckled, while Deke looked between them.

“So, what, you’re, like, a historian or something?”

“Yep. And I have a degree to prove it.” Kris smiled proudly. “So, that means it’s my job to ask questions. One way or another, I’m going to get the answers I need. So, come on, tell us what you know.”

“I don’t know anything.”

“Okay, that’s fine,” Kris shrugged casually. “I’ll just ask someone else.”

“The hell you will.” Deke’s response was immediate. “Did you not hear what I said about how that’ll get you killed? May I remind you, that you’re trying not to draw attention to yourselves. If you’re caught –”

“If I’m caught by the Kree, I’ll just rat you out to them as well,” she interrupted. “I’m sure they would be delighted to know that you’ve been helping us out from the start.” Deke glared at her and she smiled innocently. “Or you could just tell us what you know and the Kree will be none the wiser.”

Deke stepped closer, towering over her. “I told you. I. Don’t. Know. Anything.”

Kris stepped forward too, the smile dropping off her face as she stared back at him defiantly. “I. Don’t. Believe. You.” 

They stayed like that, staring each other down. The screech of nearby Roaches echoed through the empty corridor. 

“You can argue later. Let’s just get out of here,” Mack suggested, looking between them.

Kris stayed where she was, unwilling to back down.

Deke was the first to take a step back. “Agreed.” 

~~~

They took the elevator down to Level Ten. As soon as the doors opened, they were met with a different view of the place than they were used to. The floor was full of people bustling about, chatting and making exchanges. It was a stark contrast to the empty floors above. 

“Hey,” Yo-Yo grabbed their attention, nodding to Coulson and May.

They rushed over to them, Yo-Yo and May hugging.

“At least you’re okay,” Coulson said grimly.

“What do you mean?” Daisy asked. “Wait –”

“Where’s Jemma?” Kris cut her off, looking around for her friend.

Coulson and May exchanged a serious look. “The Kree took her,” May informed them.

“What?” Daisy and Kris asked in unison. At the same time, Yo-Yo asked, “How?”

“Hey, can I talk to you for a second?” Deke pulled Tess away from the group.

May explained what had happened, how Jemma had tried to save someone’s life. Guilt twisted Kris’ stomach. She should have been here. She should have been around to help Jemma.

“We have to get Simmons,” Daisy said. “Hit them hard and fast and get up to the surface.”

“There’s barely any surface left, Daisy,” May interjected. “The planet’s been blown apart.”

“And what’s there is uninhabitable,” Coulson continued. “So out, not an option. As far as in here –”

“We get Simmons,” Yo-Yo added. “I’ll do it. They won’t know what hit them.”

“Hey, hold up,” Mack joined in. “No one knows you three have abilities, so let’s keep it that way. For the moment. But right now … at this moment we don’t know jack squat about anything.”

“Including where Simmons is being held,” Coulson continued. 

“Yeah, first we need to scope this place out,” Kris added. “Gather as much insight into the state of things as we can.”

“Exactly,” Coulson confirmed.

“Deke,” Daisy glanced over at the man. “He seems to have this place dialled in. He might know where Simmons is.”

“He definitely knows more than he’s letting on,” Kris agreed. 

“He’s too afraid of making noises,” Yo-Yo reminded them.

“Yeah, that’s ‘cause he’s protecting himself,” Daisy said. “He has a scam up and running.”

“He’s afraid we’re gonna blow it for him,” Coulson continued. “I agree.”

“I’ll tail him. Dig up some dirt,” Daisy offered. “Encourage him to help us.”

“I’ll go too,” Kris chimed in. “You said yourself we shouldn’t leave anyone on their own. Not until we know what exactly we’re dealing with.”

Daisy and Coulson nodded in agreement.

“Those tablets could have intel,” May added.

“Hello? Yo-Yo, master thief.” Yo-Yo smirked.

Kris glanced over her shoulder and saw Deke heading away down the corridor. “Hey,” she whispered, getting Daisy’s attention and nodding in his direction.

“That’s our ride,” Daisy said. “Wish us luck. We’ll meet back here, yeah?”

And with that, they wandered away, following Deke at a safe distance. 

~~~

They had been tailing Deke for a while. He seemed to be doing normal things – chatting with people, buying things, and so on. Now, they were in a less populated part of the floor, so staying out of sight was becoming more difficult.

Deke stopped to speak to someone sitting on the floor. Daisy and Kris waited behind the corner, peering around to keep an eye on him. The two men shook hands (or exchanged tokens perhaps? Kris wasn’t sure) and Deke was off again. 

They turned the corner at the end of the corridor to find a dead end. Deke had seemingly vanished into thin air. They exchanged a glance, then Daisy stretched out her hand. Kris moved behind her, keeping watch in case someone were to walk past. Kris heard Daisy using her powers, the vibrations bouncing off solid walls. Until the wall wasn’t solid. A door creaked open and Kris turned to find Daisy smirking, pleased with herself. 

Daisy was right, Deke did have a secret. 

Daisy pushed the door open further and they ventured inside. At the bottom of a set of stairs was an open space. It was partly obscured by thin curtains, which they walked towards. Still no sign of Deke. 

Through the curtains, numerous people were passed out beside red lamps. Some sort of device was attached to the ceiling above them. It was eerily silent. They exchanged a wary glance and picked their way through carefully and quietly, unwilling to disturb any of the unconscious people.

Daisy pulled another curtain aside to reveal Deke passed out on some kind of reclined deck chair. 

“So all this talk about protecting people,” Daisy spoke in a low voice as she approached him, “and you’re worried about your speakeasy.” Suddenly she collapsed, pulling the curtain down with her.

Kris rushed to her side. As soon as she was inside, everything seemed to slow down. Her head swam and her body felt weak. Her vision blurred and her ears rang slightly as she also fell to the floor. 

Then the darkness of the speakeasy became blindingly bright light. Kris groaned as her eyes adjusted. 

The sky. She was looking at the sky. She sat up and took in her surroundings. Daisy was next to her, equally as confused. 

Then Kris noticed the building in front of them. It was too smooth, too flawless, too clean. It looked like terrible CGI but in real life. 

No, not real life. The clouds above were perfect replicas of each other, floating in straight lines. This wasn’t real. But that meant it had to be …

No. There was no way. It couldn’t be.

She looked over at Daisy and realised she was thinking exactly the same thing.

They were back in the Framework.

~~~

They stood up slowly, still adjusting to new surroundings. Kris scanned the area, trying to hide her rising panic. What if Aida was here? Surely she couldn’t be? It had been decades …

But still … she was clever. What if she had found a way to survive?

Kris pushed those thoughts away and tried to slow her breathing. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Daisy take off towards the building in front of them as Deke disappeared inside.

Right, Deke. Of course. They were following Deke. Kris focussed her attention back on the mission at hand and followed Daisy. 

Inside was a bar. Everything looked so real. Well, more real than outside. This was the kind of Framework they were used to.   

TVs hung on the walls, showing a blonde news anchor. Small red lanterns sat on each table, matching the red leather barstools. Other patrons were gathered around a pool table at the back wall. Deke was sitting at the bar, reading a newspaper.

“Where is it?” Deke asked the barman. “Did you throw out the old papers?”

“Yeah, it was a mess,” the barman replied, handing him a pint.

“Stop doing that. You’re always cleaning.”

“Yeah, you programmed me to.” So, the barman wasn’t real. Kris studied his face. She never would have guessed. All that time in the Framework and she still couldn’t tell the difference between real and not real.

“Really?” Deke put down the newspaper. “Because I don’t remember programming you to talk back to me.” The barman just stared at him. “That was a joke … because I did program you to talk … Just … will you find the papers please?”

“Yeah.” The barman walked away. 

Deke sighed, picking up the paper again. 

“You may as well pull up a stool and have a beer.” Even though he wasn’t looking at them, Kris knew he was talking to her and Daisy.

Daisy walked further inside, but Kris hung back by the door. “Clearly, you’re a talented pusher, but I’ll pass, thanks.” Daisy didn’t sound impressed.

“It’s probably for the best,” Deke still didn’t look up from his paper, “because I have no idea what actual beer tasted like.”

“Want to tell me where I am?” Daisy hopped on the stool next to him. One of the other patrons passed by Kris. She suspected that they were all fake too. An uneasy feeling rippled through her. She leaned back against the wall, hoping to appear casual while still monitoring the room and covering her back.

“You’re passed out at my place of business,” Deke answered nonchalantly. “You got too close to my transmitters when you were stalking me.” He finally looked up at them, punctuating his point. But he quickly turned back to the paper, obviously searching for something.

“So, this is your racket? You’re – you’re pimping out the Framework?” Daisy asked.

Deke’s head shot up. He stared for a moment, eyes flitting between the two of them. “I never called it that. But, yeah. That’s the technology the hardware interface is based on.” He folded up the paper. “I had to rebuild the software from scratch because Kasius had the historical archives erased. But I was able to get my hands on the servers. I gathered bits of data here and there and … the rest is guesswork.” He turned towards them fully, his tone of voice indicating that he was proud of himself. 

“Are you an idiot?” Kris demanded. “What on Earth made you think this was a good idea? We worked our asses off to destroy this thing and you go and rebuild it?”

“Wait, S.H.I.E.L.D. destroyed the Framework?” Deke asked.

Well, technically Aida had shut it down, but Deke didn’t need to know that. “Yeah, for very good reasons. It’s dangerous.”

“Your customers don’t know the difference,” Daisy interjected. “You’ve got ‘em addicted to Earth-as-it-was scenarios.”

“Among other simulations, yes,” Deke said.

“So, this is the business that you’re protecting? Your creepy opium den of fantasy?”

“Well, I can’t get real opium, so …” Deke stood up. “I’m selling escape. The other way out of here is the final exit.”

“They’re trading one prison for another,” Daisy argued. 

Deke stopped what he was doing. He stepped closer to Daisy. “You think the Lighthouse is a prison? Sweetheart … prison would be nice.”

“The Lighthouse?” Kris asked. “Is that what this place is called?” 

Deke nodded. “But what I want to know is, why were you following me?”

“We need to save Simmons,” Daisy told him. “You know this place well. How do we get her back?”

“Simmons? The one taken by the Kree? She’s gone. You’ll never see her again.”

“We’re not just going to give up on her!” Kris exclaimed.

“The Kree have her.” Deke paced up and down, agitated. “You can’t help her. To try is too dangerous.”

“You said the same thing about Mack and Yo-Yo,” Daisy reminded him. “How’d that turn out?”

“A catastrophe!” Deke yelled, spreading his arms out. “This entire place is a very delicate ecosystem, and you all just keep taking a leak in the water left and right!”

“‘Ecosystem’? There is no ecosystem,” Kris pointed out. “There’s only two species living here. Three, if you count the Roaches. This is a very simple ‘us versus them’ situation. Humanity versus the alien dictators. And humanity has the numbers –”

“You cannot seriously be suggesting revolution. We depend on the Kree to survive.”

“Do you? Do you really? ‘Cause from where I’m standing, it seems like the Kree don’t give you anything. All they do is take stuff away: food, clothes, technology, history, freedom. You can’t tell me they provide anything of use.”

“They provide order,” Deke argued.

“Humans are perfectly capable of providing order by themselves. And this isn’t order, this is a dictatorship.”

“Fine, I agree, the Kree are dangerous.” Deke threw his hands up. “But revolution is even more dangerous.”

“You’re worried we’ll mess this up, or we’ll mess this up for you?” Daisy asked Deke, standing up to join him. “I mean, do the Kree even know about this operation? Because –”

“Of course they know about it,” Deke replied. “They’re crazy about it because I’m – I’m improving people’s lives.” Kris scoffed in disbelief, causing him to turn to her. “I’m giving them something other than just hour after hour of endless grind.”

That was when Kris put two and two together. “That’s what you offered the guard. When you got the others out of prison. You didn’t bribe him with money, you bribed him with this.”

“Exactly. It keeps everyone happy. Kree and humans alike.”

“The Kree only condone it because it keeps people placid,” Daisy argued. “I have seen the Framework in action before. Pretend that wishes are coming true so the real hope dies!”

Wishes coming true. Kris’ dad’s face flashed before her eyes. She shut her eyes, trying to make it go away. Trying to stop the wave of sadness washing over her.

“Hope is what gets people killed, believe me.” Deke’s voice was quieter now but Daisy kept going.

“Make them forget reality so that they don’t try –”

“No, I’m making reality livable –”

“– to make a move to fix it!”

They shouted over each other, getting louder as they argued. Kris’ hands trembled and her breathing became shallow. Her knees felt weak so she leaned against the wall for support.

The memories of her father Aida had created, the fake memories, all came rushing back. They weren't real. She had to remind herself they weren't real. That version of her dad was just code, not flesh and blood. Her real father was dead. And it was her fault.

She balled her hands into fists, nails digging into her palms. She tried to focus on that stinging pain, not the panic bubbling away in her chest. Tears burned the backs of her eyes, so she shut them again. This wasn’t good. She couldn’t let this happen. Not here. 

All of a sudden, Deke’s loud voice broke through her panic, jolting her back to the present. “The boat sank! Do you understand that?” There was a pause. Kris opened her eyes, trying to ground herself. “We are a breath away from extinction. We make one wrong move, and in a blink, mankind is gone for good.”

For the first time, Kris thought she saw genuine fear in Deke’s eyes. Or at least there was genuine fear in his voice. That might be the most honest thing he had said since they met. He looked over at her, at the TV above her head. Kris turned to look.

The news headline read ‘Agent Daisy Johnson a.k.a. Quake saves lives in Los Angeles’. Kris remembered that. Mace had lied to the news that Daisy had been working undercover for S.H.I.E.L.D. instead of being a vigilante. Another wave of sadness hit her as she remembered Mace.

“That … that … that’s it.” Deke grabbed the remote from the bar, pausing the report on Daisy’s face. “That’s what I’m looking for! That!”

He turned to look at Daisy, eyes wide. Kris couldn’t tell if he was afraid or horrified. But why would he be either? Daisy was a hero.

“Daisy Johnson.” He spoke with a certain kind of awe, just like Virgil except less excited. “And you say you’re not dangerous.”

“So, you know who I am?” Daisy asked, unconcerned.

“Quake.” Deke couldn’t take his eyes off her. “You see, I’m the one person that’s pieced the history together, who has an idea of what happened. You wanna know what kind of force can tear a planet apart? It was you.”

“You’re lying,” Kris interrupted. “You’ve been lying from the start. You told me you didn’t know anything and now you’re saying you know exactly what happened. Daisy is powerful, but not powerful enough to crack the planet. Your sources are wrong.”

“That so?” Deke raised an eyebrow at her.

“Yes. We’ll find out what really happened when we get back to our time. But for now, we need to focus on kicking the Kree off our planet.”

Deke scoffed. “You think if you work hard enough, if you inspire them, that you can put the pieces back together? You think you can save mankind? Give them back a world with justice and freedom and all that other Pledge of Allegiance garbage? I’m telling you to make peace with it. Surrender to it and make this your home, just the way it is. Because S.H.I.E.L.D. tried to save the world. And you want to see the consequences? Take a look.”

Deke pointed the remote at the wall. The bar disappeared, the pixels becoming a view of a fractured planet. A fractured Earth. Kris and Daisy stared in horror. Jemma was right, there was almost nothing left. 

“You see an Earth that can be saved?” Deke asked them. “It’s too late. It’s already been quaked apart.”

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[mystical-strawberry-sheep]

"Please stay out of my head today..."

Hanekoma looked up from what he was doing to the young lady taking a seat at his counter, eyes downcast and shadowed by the bill of her cap. It wasn't entirely out of the ordinary for her to come in in a state like this, but the request was odd. Aku always had a hard time saying what was on her mind, so she usually preferred to have her thoughts read. Sure, there were always rules. There were still things in her mind she preferred not to address, like the imaginary boyfriend situation or her more childlike thoughts. But for the most part she was happy to let him scan her and puzzle out the thoughts and emotions she couldn't find the words to articulate. She had never really asked for him to just stay out before.

Hanekoma turned back to start making her usual order, and he spoke to her over his shoulder, "What happened? Do ya wanna talk about it?"

"No..." A soft reply. He had to strain to hear it.

Whatever it was must have been awful, he thought. She found comfort in his words, usually. She always wanted to talk to him, to get all of that pain off of her chest and have someone to hide in. It was uncharacteristic of her to ask not to have an outlet.

"I can't help ya if ya don't talk to me, ya know," he said softly. "Not that I want to force ya or anything, but... You know it's not gonna get better until ya talk to someone about it."

He waited but received no answer, so instead he finished up the coffee and brought it around so he could see her for himself. As quiet as she had been, he should have known that she was crying. Silent and still, and refusing to look up, the only real way to tell was the streaks along what parts of her cheeks weren't covered by the bill of her cap and the droplets falling on the countertop. Whatever happened had really bothered her, and he wasn't sure what to do to help.

Another stress on top of all of the rest...

He reached under, and Aku flinched hard as his hand came up to gently wipe the tears away. She was trembling all over, and while she didn't pull away she was trying very hard to remain rigid and unyielding to his attempt to comfort her. It was almost like she was trying to run away from him. He couldn't understand it, not without dipping into her head. She had asked him not to, but... Would it really hurt, just this once?

"There is no helping," she choked. "No one can help me. I'm awful. I hate myself so much. I hate everything about myself. Why are you like this? Why am I like this? I wish I were..."

"Don't," Hanekoma cut in. It didn't sound like she was going to continue that sentence, but just in case he didn't want to give her the space to. "Don't say that. Sweet Tooth, if ya just tell me what's goin' on in that head'a yours... or at least lemme look on my own, I could probably help ya feel better, ya know? I could make it better."

Shaking, Aku pulled her arms up and buried her face into them, sobbing even harder. No way to hide the sounds now, she cried heavily into the shelter she'd made of herself. She had come here even though she knew it was a bad idea. What did one do when their safe place turned into a prison? A trap? A torture house? How did she find safety when the person who had always made her feel safe was now the aggressor?

And he didn't even know it. And she couldn't find a way to explain it without ruining everything. And there was no chance of what she was looking for anyway, because it was all an idolized dream that didn't exist in reality. Why was she like this? Why did she get so attached to people that did not care about her? Why did she always become so desperate when she felt like someone was being kind to her? No one would ever care about her, no matter what she did, and it would always end poorly, so why did she keep letting herself get close to people?

A warm hand on her back, and she didn't have the energy to pull away. It wasn't in her head, either. Mr. Hanekoma always pet her when she was feeling bad. So perfect, this person. So wonderful and loving. Probably surrounded by people who were vying for his attention. Considerate and trustworthy. And she had to go and ruin everything.

Her energy fell away, and before she could really do anything about anything or get up and leave, she'd fallen asleep right there at the counter, coffee untouched. Hanekoma moved her around a bit to remove and clean her glasses, but he didn't try to wake her up. That would have only happened because she was exhausted from this, and if he couldn't help her, the least he could do was take care of her.

He refrained from peeking in her mind. And she dreamed that things were different.

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[themountainsays]

Does Julieta's food cure people by itself, or does she have to actively feed you to make it work?

Curious in general, but also thinking what if, say, Isabela wants Luisa to overpower her and be rough with her, but to be on the safe side she has some arepas handy in case things go too far?

Hhhh overpower you say

I mean

I headcanon her food works whenever, like if she made it, it will heal you no matter how and when you eat it. I think the writers said the healing power had to do with the complexity of the meal? So a piece of bread may be able to get rid of acne or something but it won't restore a missing limb. There's also a question to be asked about genetic complications... her food doesn't seem to cure Agustín and Mirabel's eyesight problems. I think the writers said that "she didn't think they needed fixing" and that "she thoughg their glasses were cute" (things people without glasses say 😔😔😔😔😔😔😔 god if i could get my eyes permanently fixed for free I know I would, Julieta turn on your location I just want to talk). Ik some people celebrate that as something something diversity and disability and I get it in a thematic sense, but realistically, in-universe, i honestly don't understand why you'd make your life harder on purpose lol. On the other hand, maybe Julieta was right, Mirabel does look adorable with glasses.

So maybe we can say she can pick and choose what to heal. Maybe she COULD fix Mirabel's eyes, but cooks her food intentionally in a way in which that won't happen (??? can't relate but ok). So even the most intense, powerful and complicated meal won't fix her, because Julieta is out there paying attention and making sure it won't happen. It sounds more and more ridiculous the more you think about it lol but then I remember how cute Mirabel is y se me pasa. I wonder if Mirabel has gone around trying to find Julieta-made food that's powerful enough and wasn't cooked with her in mind to fix her eyes. Does Julieta just remove the eye-fixing factor from everything she makes?? Does she deny the town any ophtalmologic care just because she thinks her husband and daughter look cute with glasses? How do Agustín and Mirabel feel about that????

(God i wanna get my eyes fixed so bad i would be so angry if this weren't fantasy)

Either Julieta's food heals everything within its power by default UNLESS she removes something specific, OR it ONLY heals the one specific thing she cooked for. That would explain why she has to be the one taking care of her clinic, because she can make a proper diagnosis and discriminate between bread made to heal bones, cookies made to heal allergic reactions etc, and makes sure everyone gets exactly what they needs. That would mean she's need to cook something specifically for Mirabel's eyes if she wanted to fix them. That seems slightly less evil than intentionally going out of her way to deny her something that would make her life easier ;-;

So, let's say Isabela wants Luisa to play rough with her. She would need to find food made specifically for the kinds of injuries she thinks she may suffer. I imagine something for sore muscles and bruises would be relatively easy to come by, but I wonder if she's gonna have to embarrassingly ask her mom to bake her something "in case someone chokes me" or "if I accidentally pull my hair too hard".

It would give Julieta one hell of a scare if Isabela forgot to get healing food and now she's like... in Luisa's arms, shamefully hiding her face in her chest, covered in bruises, unable to walk, and trying to explain to her mom how come she fell off a tree ("and how come falling off a tree means you can't close your legs?" "Please just give me something").

Poor Luisa would be so embarrassed too like nooo she did this 😭😭😭 got too excited. But can you blame her. Is it really her fault that big sister is so hot.

#madrigalcest #shipcest #luisabela #not safe for casita

[halleymacleod666]

My Insecurities:

ugly side profile, especially when I smile or laugh. I look like a fucking witch i fucking hate myself. People born with those perfect little noses don't know the strugle. I cry how ugly it is every time I see it. My biggest insecurity since elementary school because kids are fucking mean.

My boobs, cause one is bigger than the other. Not just a slight difference either, one is an A cub the other a B cup, I was born with it. I used to stuff my bra with socks from 12 years old to 19 years old. I stopped like a year ago. But yeah I'm still very insecure about it, my boyfriend says he's okay with it and that my boobs are perfect but like he does point it out a lot and makes jokes and that just makes me feel like absolute shit.

My upper arms. They have always been the fattest part of my body and I hate them, like when I put my arms up you can see the fat handing off them. I haven't worn short sleeves for the longest time. Probably 3/4 years i spent in long sleeves even during summer. I started wearing short sleeves this summer bc my arms look a bit better but I can still only wear very specific tops that make my arms look less big.

My thighs. This is actually a more recent insecurity. My ex-friend that uses to have an ed (probably still does) used to always complain about her thighs and I didn't get it bc I thought she looked great. Anyway, since I started really deeply analysing my body recently and started working out i really noticed how fat my thighs are when I used to not mind them at all now I wanna cut off the fucking fat so yey new insecurity. ALSO THE FUCKING CELLULITE EW.😭

Butt. This ties into the thigh thing. I also didn't notice it much before just like the thighs i thought it looked okay. It fucking does not it's like too square idk how to explain it but it looks bad and this is something I started being really concious about because I think my boyfriend is more of an ass guy and he's been saying how I should work out to grow and tone my butt so yeah...

Rib cage. It's kinda too wide and one side of my rib cage sticks out more (i think that's because of scoliosis) and that really bothers me because it makes me look bigger and that rib cage that sticks out more just looks so bad idk.

Wide shoulders. They make me look wider and kinda like a man i fucking hate them. They look alright when I stand straight but I hate standing/sitting straight bc I think it makes my arms and chest look bigger, also the scoliosis makes it harder to stand straight and when my back is relaxed the shoulders lean to the right side quite a lot so that looks bad too so I can't fucking win.

I think that's all idk myb I forgot something. I fucking hate myself. When I look at thinspo pictures the worst part is that I know I'm never gonna look exactly like I want to because of my fucking side profile and the ribs and the uneven boobs.

I just don't know what to do anymore, I'm miserable, I've been trying and failing and trying and failing and trying again and again. I'm doing my best not to go buy food and binge today but I'm so god damn tired of everything. I wanna be pretty already. I want to fucking finally be good enough, pretty enough, skinny enough.... just wanna be enough and I'm starting to think that's never gonna happen.

I genuinely hate naturally pretty people, at this point it isn't even jealousy anymore. All the pretty girls in my classes always seemed to get everything they wanted and were always so effortlesly skinny and perfect and everyone liked them and no one bullied them and people wanted to be around them and guys wanted to be with them just because they are fucking pretty.

#tw ed rant #anorexik #eating disoder things #ed diet #meanspp #model thin #thinner is better #tw ana thoughts #tw ed diet #eating problems

[the-thinking-mans-mirror]

2. The Endless Mind Palace - part 1

Warnings: mild graphic violence/gore.

Just a moment before Atlas found herself buried under all the water that rushed down, she managed to frantically cover her head to protect the earphone. In panic, she attempted to resurface by swinging her arms around uncontrollably, but all of it was in vain. Her head still stayed underwater, and it got harder and harder not to breathe in and let any of it inside her lungs with each second. Eyes burning from the water, she attempted to look up once again and realized with shock that she already almost was out of the water, one push would already be enough to reach any of the strange plate-looking objects nearby. Distracted by this thought, Atlas didn’t notice she suddenly allowed herself to breathe in. And only then, with her chest in so much pain it felt like she inhaled fire, not water, Atlas pushed her body upwards, gripping for dear life onto the nearest plate.

Still not able to see clearly, Atlas broke into pained coughing, taking in as much air as she could until the pain subsided just enough for her to breathe normally. Just then she noticed that despite her mask was gone, the earphone was, in fact, in place and even still working.

“Oh, Atlas, you’re alive! What a relief!” The voice was filled with joy, but unlike the first one - lord, a good five minutes really do feel like an hour sometimes - it was a joy for Atlas herself, not anybody else. “Where are you right now?”

“I, err…” Atlas looked up to quickly skim through the environment and the first thing she noticed was a bare wire frame above, the building protected only by what seemed to be thick glass, because she could see faint stars. And no sign of any entrance from the above. “It looks like an abandoned building, considering how ruined it looks.”

“That is… Very interesting.”

“It’s evidently better than that place, but I still just want to go home.” Atlas sighed, slowly climbing onto the plate.

As far as she could see, thanks to the distant pale-blue lights from the ceiling and what appeared to be windows from above, a bunch of such plates formed a distinct path into the part that the light wouldn't reach. Considering the plates stood firmly, she could easily walk on them.

“I think I see a way out, but I’m not sure where it leads.” Atlas reported, waiting until her eyes got used to the dark.

“Before you proceed…” The voice spoke as Atlas squeezed as much water as she could out of her clothes without taking them off as possible, “I need to put you through to somebody who must be able to help you more than I can.”

“Hold up- Are you sure? What if they don’t want to help me? I-I’m a little scared that I might lose you… I don’t wanna be left here alone, you know!”

“I promise I’ll be able to speak to you again. Remember what I said about machines?” The voice giggled, their confidence putting a small bit of courage into Atlas.

“Okay. Let me speak to them.” She sighed, now fixing her hair.

The dynamic went silent for a moment, and during what must be no more than a few seconds Atlas had already noticed how eerily quiet this place was, she jumped when a totally new person spoke up.

“Major of State Security, Gabriel Blixt speaking. How can I help you?” They sounded feminine and calm with a slight official tone, also having an accent Atlas didn’t recognize. It must be a woman in her early thirties or older, but right now it was everything she could figure out.

“Hello, my name is uh, Atlas and…” For a moment she wondered how she was supposed to explain what had been happening, and said the first thing that came to mind. “…I think I was kidnapped, and I don’t know where I am.”

“In case you didn’t know, we are not an emergency line, miss. I suggest I take you to it n-”

“Don’t!” Atlas yelled, a bit louder than expected. She decided that in an emergency she was allowed to lie. Plus, she would be embarrassed to make the other person get anyone else involved. “I’m afraid I’ll lose connection at all and won’t be able to contact anybody else…”

“Listen, I…” Atlas heard Gabriel sigh irritably. “Alright. Please describe your surroundings to me. In as much detail as possible.”

“Well, just a while ago I was in a white hall with no windows that looked like a hospital or something like that,” she started speaking, “But now I’m in an abandoned building. It looks very, uh… Empty. I have no idea what it could be used for.”

“Are there any windows? Any way to get out?”

“There is a glass ceiling, but…”

Atlas looked up, unsure what made her feel uncertain about the reality of this place. No moon was present in the sky, only some faint stars shone above, but their glimmer was different. No normal stars shimmer with purple and blue, right?

“I don’t think it leads to outside.” She shook her head, and as soon as she looked down, she noticed that she was finally able to see what was hidden from the light. It was a doorway, and it led to even deeper darkness, the same all-consuming blackness she saw in the elevator shaft. But there was also something else… a small object lying on the furthest plate. “But… I see a door.”

“Is there a way to open it?” Gabriel asked, cold and calm. “Or maybe it’s already open?”

“Looks like it. Let me see…”

While cautiously crossing the small gaps between the plates, Atlas had already begun to see the silhouette of what lies at the end of the path. She approached the object, squinting in an attempt to see it better, but as soon as she figured out what it was her eyes widened out in surprise. It looked like a black and green pistol. “Now it’s something useful. A gun.” She reported to Gabriel.

“A weapon to defend yourself with, huh. Is it loaded?”

“Maybe. Maybe not.”

Atlas bent over and picked the item up. Turning it around in her hands, she noticed a small object below the barrel. Worried about its purpose, she hesitantly pressed a button on its bottom. After a quiet click, a circle or warm light appeared in front of her, light shining from the said object. Amused, she twisted the pistol for a little more, now being able to take a better look at it. “I guess I can work with that.” She smirked, eyes squinting slightly again.

“Atlas? Hello? So is it loaded?” Gabriel raised her voice slightly to attract the girl's attention. Atlas quickly snapped out of her momentary trance and answered. “I can’t tell yet, but I’ve got a flashlight with myself.”

“Well, do you even…” Gabriel let out a frustrated groan when the realization hit her. Atlas couldn’t blame her - she wasn’t prepared for this. “You’ve never used a gun before, have you?”

“Honestly? I haven’t.” Atlas agreed, now staring at the weapon with a blank expression.

“You must be familiar with the idea at least, right?”

“You mean as in, like…” Atlas held onto the pistol with both of her hands and outstretched her arms into the doorway, resembling a position that she had only seen in movies a few times. For as far as the circle of light could travel across the floor of the next room, it revealed bare concrete. “If I know how to shoot?”

“As in hold the gun firmly, stand stable, make sure you’re pointing in the direction of what you want to destroy and pull the trigger.” Gabriel sighed, audibly disappointed.

“I can try that…”

Atlas could feel her jaw clenching and eyes narrowing - this really was the first time she had ever used a weapon like that. Just then she remembered to pull the safety lever down, delaying the shot just for a moment. And when she looked up, Atlas caught a glimpse of something moving in the pitch darkness. Just for this millisecond she saw it awkwardly shift itself right under the gun.

Yet, nothing could be done anymore - Instinctively, her hand twitched, and the index finger placed on the trigger moved just far enough to pull it.

A loud bang echoed though the room ahead of her and reflected from the walls. Atlas felt her hands going numb as she heard whatever was ahead of her grunt in pain just once and then go quiet, the environment returning to the same dead silence for a moment, but it didn’t take her long to snap out of this stupor. Slowly, Atlas stepped through the doorway and started to walk in the direction of the now evidently dead creature, the flashlight lighting the ground under her feet. It didn’t take long to reach it, but… it didn’t make things easier. She heard Gabriel say something, but the fear that took over her didn’t allow her to register anything else other than what the light revealed.

“You know I can’t help if you don’t talk to me, right?”

“Gabriel, I just shot it but- it- it doesn’t have a head! How did it move?”

“What are you talking about?” She asked, without a single glimpse of surprise, as if she was speaking to a crazy person, but in that moment Atlas said exactly what her eyes were telling her.

“There’s, uh… A person? It looks like a man. Can’t tell anything about his age, because- well, because his head is missing, or like- the top part- Well because I can see his-” Atlas knelt down to confirm her thought, but instantly gagged at the sight. It looked like whoever it was, got most of their head ripped off by brute force, leaving only the lower jaw with a mutilated tongue hanging from their neck. Some blood was still drooling out their mouth. “Ugh… It really is a fucking mess.”

“And you’re telling me this person, with their head severely damaged, somehow dragged themselves to you?” Just this once, Atlas heard some worry in Gabriel’s voice, but it wasn’t long until she returned to her normal official tone. “The most logical idea I can suggest is that this person got this injury just a moment ago. Usually, people don’t last a second with such kind of damage, but maybe their body moved on it’s own..? I’ve seen that happen too, you know.”

“It just doesn’t add up.”

“I know, but… could you give me a moment please?”

Not wasting another second to wait for an answer, Gabriel finally took the dynamic away from her face and quickly turned to the other side of the table she was sitting at. Her other hand had already started searching for the other phone, the one that connected the department. It wouldn't hurt if she made another quick call as long as she doesn’t hang up on this one. The dial didn’t take even a few seconds. These guys worked quickly.

“Hey, is that Jared from the communications?”

“Yeah Gabe, in the flesh, need help with something?”

“I’m currently on a call with a person and I think we’re dealing with an accident or, in the worst case, with a murder here, and I really need you to get this person’s location until something-”

“You know Gabe, err…” The man went quiet, and knowing him fairly well, Gabriel could almost hear him purse his lips in puzzlement, and hell it was a bad sign. “I’m not sure how to tell you this, but it seems like this area is somehow blocked from our system, or for some other reason it’s not giving me any results at all.”

“This is ridiculous. This cannot be any kind of coincidence or-”

“No, my friends, it is very much possible.”

A voice familiar to Atlas, but most shockingly, familiar to Gabriel as well.

“Excuse me- madame Chancellor, is that you?!”

“Oh, thank goodness, you’re back! Wait, what?”

#beginner writer #fiction #psychological fiction #science fiction #writeblr #writers on tumblr #writing #fantasy #the thinking man's mirror

[britneyshakespeare]

not to be “oh you all have to know about my life” w my followers but it looks like my grandmother is finally going to pass away

#she's had an incredibly scary couple of months so in a way it's just sort of a relief #i know from being my grandfather's caretaker in his last month how it can be easier once someone has gone #just because they don't have to suffer anymore. they can pass on to... whatever lies beyond. #if that's dirt or heaven or something in between i don't really know. i don't care to even ponder my opinion on the subject when it comes #to things like this bc the immediate thing that concerns us mortals is how to fill the gap left behind by that person. #what happens after death to the dead themselves is a philosophical question. what happens to the family is a whole different ballpark #and im up next to bat. #she had a good life. she had everything she could've wanted. she really did. #raised 7 beautiful children into adulthood. 19 grandchildren. many great-grands (w only more to come on the way) #all of her children had her into their 50s and 60s. some of her grandchildren had her into their 40s. #as the youngest grandchild im incredibly privileged to have gotten to know her as a grownup and spend time w her at 21. #my dad got a text a couple of hours ago. he went down to their nursing home. he hasn't been allowed since bc of covid but it's hospice care. #that's his mother. he got word she was getting cold. and that was around noontime. i don't even know what's going on now. #i'm kind of hanging by a thread. i almost wonder 'what if this isnt it?' bc she's had so many scares even in the past few weeks. #it sucks. it all sucks. it's necessary and beautiful and fair but it sucks and it makes me wanna cry. my poor little father. #my poor little grandfather. he's been married to this woman since he was 23 and he's 92. #idk i have a lot of feelings. i don't really need to talk about it WITH someone if you're worried about me (if anything it might make it #harder for me to explain everything about her that i wanna get off my chest to someone who didnt know her. but i love you all.) #i just need to say this all here. in the tags as is my usual mode of contemplation. #tales from diana #i talked to my brother on the phone for a second. that was nice. i didn't really have anything to say. #he called mom when she got home from work (well. mom called him but he told her to call him when she could) #i asked if i could speak to jon. i didnt really have anything to say i just wanted to hear his voice and tell him i love him. #i kind of forgot to when she handed the phone over. i said 'hi jon.' 'hi.' and then there was a silence over the phone bc i was thinking #and he said i love you and i was like 'oh yeah i love you too.' 'how are you?' 'oh... you know. same as you.' #and he laughed the saddest little laugh and said 'yeah.' cuz that's his grammy too. i love my brothers. i hope theyre okay #i gotta check on dan. i also can't wait for kaily to come home. she's been at work and not to snitch on her but she was having a bad day #from when she woke up this morning. i love my sister everyone be nice to my sister. #i love my siblings... and my family... alright goodbye have a nice day