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[andypantsx3]

fruit first (ask questions later) | k. bakugou

pairing: Bakugou Katsuki / Gender Neutral Reader

length: 3.6k

summary: When the grocery store you’re in becomes collateral in a villain attack, pro hero Dynamight comes to your rescue. When you become armed with a handful of oranges, however, someone may need to come to his rescue…

A short, mostly fluffy nothing for the prompt Bakugou + oranges. Part of the Willow’s House server Meet Fruit collab, where I took “meet fruit” extremely literally. Thank you @willowser for letting me in even though my dumb ass signed up late!!

tags/warnings: sfw, fluff, sexual tension, gender neutral reader

You were in the produce section when it happened.

The season was creeping into summertime now, the weather outside hot and humid and perfect for fresh produce–stalks of crunchy asparagus, fat ruby-red tomatoes, and tiny little berries nestled in their containers like a fistful of jewels.

You had admittedly been getting a little over-indulgent, your basket already straining against the skin of your forearm, heavy with more fruits and vegetables than a single person might feasibly consume before they went bad. But you were heady with visions of summer salads and fancy grain bowls, cool and leafy and refreshing, a balm against the sweltering city heat.

You’d just been adding a couple oranges to your basket when the first sign came.

It started as a rumble from far off, like the sound of slow-rolling thunder.

It echoed through the store, the bass buzzing through the shelves, making them hum. The lights flickered for a moment, their fluorescence dimming. A few of the people around you glanced up curiously, but nothing else in the interior of the store changed—no screaming, no crying, no running.

At first there was nothing to indicate that you might need to abandon your groceries in a pique of terror.

That was, until another boom sounded just overhead. And then the ceiling was suddenly ripped open with violent force.

A hunk of the steel frame was pulled back like the tab on a sardine can, the caging screaming in protest, and a shower of plaster rained down around you, breaking apart in slabs. An enormous, hulking figure peered through the hole, then dropped into the aisles before you, shaking the floor with his heavy landing.

Behind him, several other figures skittered into the building, one woman climbing down the wall like a lizard as a few others dropped in through the hole. A man suddenly popped into existence a few feet away from the orange stand with a crack like a gunshot. You startled, stumbling backwards, knocking into the oranges and sending a wave of them plopping to the floor.

There was no mistaking who these people were.

Villains. An entire crew of them.

All at once, the shoppers around you scrambled for cover, letting out a cacophony of shrieks and screams. You backed away, only for your foot to catch on an orange, rolling your ankle.

A bright stab of pain lanced through the joint, and you went down, hard, banging your elbow on a nearby display. You caught the floor with your rib cage, crushing an orange under your hip, your basket screeching across the floor next to you.

It knocked the breath right out of you, and you gasped, just as a blade of energy went singing overhead, slicing through the shelves and sending explosions of fruits and metal into the air. They rained down around you, a chunk of shelf framing tipping over and slamming down on your leg, fruits and vegetables slapping across every inch of your body.

Screams went up from the far side of the store, and you bit back a yelp of pain, tears forming in your eyes.

“Grab as many civvies as you can!” a deep voice barked out. “Hold ‘em like a shield and get moving to the next location!”

Your whole body iced over in fear, your ankle and leg screaming in protest as your limbs locked up. Footsteps echoed in every direction as the group of villains split up, hunting down their civilian targets. You hoped wildly, desperately that no one had seen you go down behind the citrus display.

Your hopes were in vain, however. Bootsteps rounded the corner, and the man who had appeared from thin air bent over the shelving pinning you down.

He was tall and wiry, with a face like a weasel and a thinning crop of dark hair. A malicious grin split the sides of his face as he took you in, yellow eyes flickering over you. “Hello sweet thing,” he cooed.

Your stomach flipped in despair as he prowled closer, oranges rolling away from his boots. Your hands scrambled at your sides, fingernails digging into the floor, as you tried to drag yourself backwards, away from him.

He cackled, high, reedy and excited, stalking down the aisle between two fruit stands. Two steps brought him right to you, and he leaned in, smiling widely. He reached out his long, straggly fingers, grasping for you—

And then he promptly blinked out of existence as a furious explosion crackled into life right where he had been. The brightness seared your eyes, blinding you, and a scorching heat scalded your face as a deafening boom rattled your teeth.

You snapped your eyes shut reflexively, but the light and heat was gone as soon as it came. The pad of boots approached you over the ringing in your ears, and you blinked open your eyes. Behind the spots that dotted your vision was a familiar face—one you’d seen on TV dozens, if not hundreds of times.

Bakugou Katsuki, alias pro hero Dynamight.

The first, wild, reeling, nonsense thought you had was that he was so much more handsome in person.

Red eyes glowed like scarlet embers through the dark of his black domino mask, and a scowl sat angrily but prettily on his plush mouth. He had scratches raked across one high cheekbone and down the line of his strong jaw, and his hero uniform had endured something worse, torn in several places, baring the bulge of one enormous bicep, and the trim line of his waist at one side.

The sight dazed you almost more than the flash of his explosion had, and Bakugou turned his scowl down on you, sweaty strands of blonde hair falling across his forehead as he did.

“You break anything, extra?” He rasped. His voice was lower, too, gravelly in a way that apparently didn’t translate well over TV airwaves.

You gaped for a moment, then quickly corralled yourself as his scowl deepened. You tried shifting your leg under the shelving, a fresh wave of pain lancing through you. “Um, my ankle I think is no good—I’m not sure if it’s broken—”

You were interrupted by a sound like a gunshot, splitting the air right in front of you, and then the teleport villain appeared just in front of you. He lunged for Bakugou, and you caught the flash of a blade in the fluorescent lighting. A reflexive scream tore out of you, trying to warn Bakugou—

But Bakugou was faster. He whipped around, a terrifying smile splitting his mouth, an explosion already crackling in his palm.

The teleport villain flickered out of sight again, just in time for Bakugou’s explosion to rip apart the air where he had been, splintering several of the displays around you and blasting a shelf of crackers and jelly apart. You could hear the glass and cracker bits raining down like chunks of hail.

Bakugou quickly turned back to you, eyeing you evaluatively. “Stay down, extra, and don’t fuckin’ move. I’ll take care of this asshole.”

You nodded hurriedly, shifting under the shelving that had you pinned. You managed to wedge yourself into the rough wood of the citrus display at your side, as if you could disappear into it if only you pressed hard enough.

Bakugou turned his back to you, one arm out as if to block anyone’s line of sight to you. The lines of his broad shoulders were tense under the white-hot glare of the store lights, and you noticed another gash in his uniform along one shoulder blade, exposing a peek of his back muscles.

Bakugou was moving almost before you even heard the next teleportation crackle, spinning to aim an explosion to his right. He launched himself after it with a vengeance, only to blow right through another display as the villain winked out of existence again. It seemed like he was fast, possibly too fast…

And then that gunshot noise again–and the villain was right next to you. In one impossibly fast movement Bakugou rerouted himself with a searing blast that ripped the tile right off the floor. In less than a second he was screaming down on the villain with all the speed and fiery fury of a falling comet. He aimed another shot right where the villain was standing—

But the villain disappeared again.

Bakugou neatly dodged you with another explosion aimed at the ground, the hot wind of it throwing you back against the orange crate. He somersaulted over the display just as another crack sounded behind it, and you could hear another explosion tearing through yet more of the produce.

And then another growled swear from Bakugou told you the villain had vanished again.

Your heart beat double time, wondering anxiously how bad this match up was. Bakugou was the number two hero, and you’d always assumed he’d be well-matched against any type of quirk. You’d seen a million broadcasts of his takedowns, quick and purposeful and scarily precise, with one of the fastest takedown averages on record.

But it was clear this villain was slippery and all together too quick. You didn’t know how Bakugou was supposed to catch someone who could disappear within milliseconds.

You thought probably the only chance could be to unleash his full power. On the news, you’d seen him send entire buildings crumbling. If he wanted to, he could tear this entire storefront down, set the entire inside on fire and catch the villain no matter where he teleported to in this space.

But instead you were in the middle of things. Bakugou had to aim, had to hold back lest any debris hit you, had to angle himself around you to protect you, all while the teleport villain had no such qualms.

It was possible Bakugou wouldn’t be able to catch this guy under these conditions–and you were the impediment to blame.

You heard Bakugou’s explosion rip apart another display in the distance, and that gunfire crack of the villain disappearing. Heart in your mouth, you cast around you for something, anything that could help him.

If only there was something to even the odds…

And then you found it. Your gaze landed on the spill of oranges at your feet. Fat, round, heavy and hard. Perfectly projectile shaped.

Now that…that was something.

You quickly gathered as many of them as you could, your ankle twinging in protest when you leaned across the shelving that had trapped it. You scooped the oranges up in an armful, depositing them in your lap, grabbing the largest and hefting it aloft just as another gunshot sound echoed in front of you.

The villain flickered into view right in front of you. You drew your arm back, whipping the orange at him with all of your might. But then like a lightning strike, Bakugou was there, explosion in hand. The villain flashed back out of sight, flames raking the store behind him, nearly blinding in their brilliance.

In another millisecond, the orange caught Bakugou on the thigh. You could hear the hard thump of it against the muscle even over the crackle of Bakugou’s explosion. It sent Bakugou slightly off course, and he had to aim another shot at the ground to catch himself before landing on his feet.

Instantly he whipped around to glare at you, smoke rising off his hands. “Oi, brat, what the fuck’re you throwing shit at me for?”

Your mouth dropped open belatedly, shocked that you’d just beaned the number two hero with a navel orange.

“Oh shit—” you gasped out. “I didn’t mean—it was for him—”

Bakugou’s mouth opened, but then another crack sounded across the store, the teleport villain undoubtedly in sight again. Bakugou threw a shot at him again, but you could tell it had missed by the way the villain materialized again just behind Bakugou.

Before you knew what you’d done, another orange was already in flight. Instead of turning to hit the villain, Bakugou was forced to duck before the orange went right through where his head had been. You heard it hit the floor as the villain was gone again, bouncing into a roll.

“Fucking—! Brat, knock it the hell off!” Bakugou growled, his red-hot glare searing your skin. “Or I will cram those things so far up your—”

Another teleportation crack cut him off, and he launched an attack over your head. The heat scalded the top of your head, blowing a flurry of fruits off of the citrus display.

Good. More ammo, regardless of what Bakugou said.

Except, well, this time you would try to aim better.

It was another few heart-pounding minutes before you got your redemption shot, Bakugou and the teleport villain chasing one another all over the grocery store in the most anxiety-inducing game of cat and mouse you had ever witnessed. You could hear entire sections of the store becoming victim to Bakugou’s quirk, hear the sharp cackle of the villain’s laughter and Bakugou’s angry swearing.

And then came the moment.

The gunshot noise that heralded the teleport villain’s quirk exploded in the air right in front of you again, and it was then that you unleashed a volley of fruits–whipping one as hard as you could as you unleashed several more across the floor. A heel materialized just over a rolling orange, and then the rest of the villain—and you watched with malicious pleasure as his ankle buckled and he went to the floor just as hard as you had.

That moment of stunned surprise was all Bakugou needed. He was there in a single second, an explosion catching the villain and blowing him straight across the floor. He hit the side of another display with a sickening thud. Lettuce spattered him in a shower of leaves, plastic bagging fluttering in the aftershocks of Bakugou’s explosion.

Bakugou was on the villain again instantly, and you caught the silver flash of quirk suppressing cuffs as Bakugou buckled him to the shelves, snarling a victorious stream of swear-laden insults. The villain was unresponsive, clearly knocked unconscious by the force of Bakugou’s blow.

In under a minute, Bakugou was striding back over to you, his boots echoing heavily on the tile.

“Watch where the fuck you’re throwing shit next time, brat,” he snipped at you, even as he bent down, hands going under the shelving that had you pinned. His bicep corded with effort, and the metal screeched as it was lifted, clanging to the tile as Bakugou threw it off of you.

You watched it fall, dazed. Bakugou squatted down next to you, catching your ankle and pulling it carefully to him.

You blinked, surprised by the gentle touch, eyes following Bakugou as he leaned over your injury, poking and prodding carefully. His eyelashes dusted the tops of his cheekbones, long and golden and a little too pretty for a man.

“I–ouch–I got him though,” you said defensively.

Bakugou’s scarlet gaze flicked up to your face, and a weird zing went down your spine. He really was so gorgeous in person, you had to admit, even beat to hell like he was now.

“Got me too, you fuckin’ brat,” Bakugou said. Strangely, his expression went clearer as he spoke, however, like he wasn’t even that mad about it. His fingers pressed delicately at the inside of your ankle, just beneath the jut of bone.

“Well you were in the way,” you groused, though you knew your second throw really had been a little poorly aimed. Bakugou snorted.

“...Got a good fucking arm on you though,” he allowed after a few more seconds of prodding.

It startled a laugh out of you, and a surprising hint of a grin cut across Bakugou’s own mouth, white and straight and viciously pleased.

“I—thanks,” you said, strangely flattered. “I think.”

“Yeah yeah,” Bakugou said, red eyes wandering over you. Then he went back to poking around your ankle, and you tried not to watch his arm flex as he shifted through the motions. “‘S fractured but not broken, I think,” he declared when he was finally satisfied.

“Oh,” you said, “Well that’s better than I thought.”

You shifted uneasily, wondering what the process was now that you’d been diagnosed. You’d never been in an attack before. Did you just sit here and wait for a paramedic to come to you? Or, could you ask Bakugou to help get you up to hobble out of the store?

You’d just decided to sit tight when Bakugou decided for you. A strong hand wormed its way under your thighs as another swept around your back, and then you were being hefted into Bakugou’s arms in one smooth, upsettingly easy movement.

Embarrassingly, your thighs clenched, even as your arms reflexively went around Bakugou’s neck.

You could feel a prickle of heat flaming across your face as he looked down at you, those scarlet eyes picking across your features. “Gonna get you to the paramedics, brat, they’ll fix your shit right up,” he said, so close now that you could feel his exhalation on your collarbone.

You nodded, your throat suddenly dry. “I—yes, that sounds good—thanks.”

Bakugou nodded, shifting you more securely against him, and then picked his way across the rubble, holding you tight. You tried not to revel in the feeling of his arms around you, aware this was an entirely inappropriate train of thought to have during a rescue. Especially when you’d hit the man with an orange.

It was a disappointingly short journey—you were outside in nearly a minute, and it was only another few seconds before Bakugou set you down on the back of an ambulance. A young, friendly paramedic bustled over and Bakugou relayed your condition in a brusque growl.

Surprisingly, however, he lingered close as the paramedic assessed the condition of your ankle and applied his quirk—a green light that made every nerve in your leg hum in response, but instantly took away the pain in your ankle. Then the paramedic wrapped you in compression bandages to keep it set straight.

“Ice it when you get home and keep it elevated when you sleep,” he advised you in his spritely tone. “I’ve got a regeneration quirk so you should be all healed up by the time you wake up, but you’ll want to keep off of it as much as you can in the meantime.”

You thanked him, and were surprised when Bakugou thanked him too, although much more briskly.

Then Bakugou turned back to you, red eyes catching yours again. You found you couldn’t look away from him, as shy as you were suddenly feeling out in the daylight. A few seconds ticked by, and you could feel your ears going hot as Bakugou looked you over.

“So. You want dinner or what?” Bakugou asked finally, crossing his arms over his chest. Your eyes got momentarily stuck on the tear in his sleeve, the way the divot of muscle peeked through in the afternoon light.

Then you gaped up at him when you caught up with what he’d said. “Do I—dinner—with you?”

Bakugou looked down at you, a smirk curling his lip as if he’d just realized where your attention had been. “Yeah. ‘M off shift after I give this report. Thought you might want a thanks for the assist or whatever. But if you’re gonna be fuckin’ squirrely about it, then—”

“Yes!” You gasped out, almost before you even realized you’d spoken. A thrill like lightning sang down your spine, electrifying all your nerve endings. Bakugou Katsuki—pro hero Dynamight—had just asked you to dinner?

Of fucking course you were gonna say yes.

Your brain swam, still unsure you’d heard him correctly, but then he leaned in, an arm coming up to catch the side of the ambulance van just beside your face.

“Good,” he said, another viciously pleased smile cutting across his mouth. Something hot crawled into your stomach, and you suddenly realized dinner might be only the tip of the iceberg Bakugou was steering your ship towards. “Gonna have to have a word about your aim, though,” he said, his gaze searing. “Don’t think you’ve gotten out of it just because I like you and you got that teleport asshole too.”

The low, raspy way he spoke was heavier with promise more than reprimand—and it sent another swarm of shivers over your skin.

Bakugou’s eyes caught it, a reply even clearer than if you had spoken. He grinned victoriously, pushing off of the ambulance to stalk over the police presence that had started to amass just beyond the sidewalk, presumably to give his report.

“Stay right here, brat, I’ll be back for you,” he promised, and you grew roots in your seat.

And then you watched him stalk off, staring in disbelief after his broad back. You couldn’t believe the number two hero had just asked you to dinner. And after you’d accidentally beaned him with an orange!

All you’d done was go to the grocery store in anticipation of produce, and you’d walked out with the promise of a date instead.

A ridiculous loop of orange you glad you decided to go grocery shopping? echoed wildly in your brain, a sign of the sheer ridiculousness of your situation. But yeah, you thought, as Bakugou leaned in to speak to a police officer, those scarlet eyes cutting unmistakably back towards you.

You really, really were.

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[nordarknessdimsthesky]

A linguistic analysis of tumblr hyperbole in the tags

This post expands my previous analysis of hyperbolic reactions to cluster tags by themes. There were too many themes, some of them overlapping, to create a cohesive graph. Instead, I present several overarching themes from a data set of 50 tags observed and documented in various corners of tumblr.

1. Feeling Normal™️

Tags within this cluster profess Normal feelings (read: extreme excitement, enthusiasm, obsession, derangement, etc.).

#mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh #I'm so normal about it teehee #absolutely not rending my clothing #feeling very normal and not feral at all #i will simply never recover #gif sets sent to personally destroy me #i can't cope #the eyes #i'm a puddle #i am INCONSOLABLE #i am DISTRAUGHT #IM NOT OKKAAAAAAYYYYYY #FEELING TOTALLY ONE HUNDRED PERCENT NORMAL

2. Feralness

The following data points conjure animalistic behavior. There’s a non-zero amount of biting and chewing involved.

#chomping biting barking #biting my arms off #rattling my cage #[incoherent biting noises] #chewing glass #chewing through wood #*shaking the bars of my enclosure* HELLO!!!!!!!! #climbing the walls #biting gnawing chewing #im gonna rip off my front door and eat it

3. Noisy Emotional Outbursts

These tags encompass crying, screaming, yelling, and other loud reactions.

# shaking sobbing crying #SCREAMIIIING BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #*no thoughts only wailing* #i am SOBBING #IM CRYING LIKE A BITCH #*just fucking yelling* #S C R E A M #screeching into a pillow #brb sobbing for 5-7 business years

4. Throwing

All of these tags except the last one involve being thrown instead of throwing things. I, personally, am entertained by the range of places/situations people are throwing themselves into.

#i am going to THROW MYSELF into the SEA #hurl me into the sea #hurl me into the sun #trebuchet me into the sun #hurl me straight at europa #vent me out of an airlock #slam me against a wall #put me in a box and throw me down the stairs #throwing myself into traffic you know? #just defenestrate me already #defenestrate me #absolutely hurl me through plate glass #i'm going to start tossing furniture

5. Bodily Harm

There’s a good deal of overlap with the previous theme. Nearly all of the tags involving throwing would result in varying degrees of bodily harm. Here are the tags outside of the Throwing subgroup.  

#im going to throw upppppp #tearing my hair out #banging my head against the wall #SCREAMIIIING BANGING MY HEAD ON THE WALL #biting my arms off #microwaving myself #crumple me up and microwave me

6. Absurdism

My personal favorite cluster. The imagery conjured and resulting comedic hyperbole is just [chef’s kiss].

#im gonna rip off my front door and eat it #crumple me up and microwave me #put me in a box and throw me down the stairs #defenestrate me #absolutely hurl me through plate glass

7. Keysmashes

These tags center less around meaning and more around style, so they form the last group. A handful of these could fall under Noisy Emotional Outbursts because they represent reaction noises. In my linguistic judgment, keysmashing increases the hyperbole – consider augh versus aughfhghghghhh – the latter reads as prolonged and more intense emotionally.

#aghdjakgsjadhjaka * #hrhrhrhgnnnghhhhh #aughfhghghghhh #mmmmrrrghuhhhhghhh #I'm so normal about it teehee #waughfhghghh #oughhhhghghhh

*one digression in a friend discord server was how people interpret keysmashes in their minds. Some hear the first couple letters and then some sputtering, others hear static. It’s a common joke that you need a minor in linguistics to understand conversations in this friend group. Such is the nature of things when the chaos linguist energy is strong.

#internet linguistics #tumblr linguistics #tumblr dialect #hyperbole #linguistics #tumblr #speaking and musing #the chaos linguist speaks

[kisakis-boyfriend]

Kinktober Day 28: Free Use (Dead dove; do not eat)

Pairings: Sanzu x reader

Warnings: Male!reader, hard dom/top!reader, sub/bottom!Sanzu, free use, CNC, teasing, denial, use of the titles 'daddy' + 'master' + 'puppy' + 'whore' + 'slut', referring to Sanzu's ass as his 'cunt' + 'pussy'

Genre/Format: Smut; Oneshot

Prompt List by: sakuyaserenitykira 🧡

Please check my blog title to verify whether requests are closed or not! Thank you!

While it was quite obvious that Sanzu was absolutely whipped when it came to you, acting as your pretty puppy boyfriend in public, no one knew the kind of arrangement that the two of you truly had going on behind the scenes

Affecting your relationship both in the privacy of your own home, and even in public whenever you were in the mood

Of course you made sure to have several safe words and signals set up, and you often turned off your scary dom persona to spoil Sanzu like a prized pet. These things were mandatory to keep your relationship healthy and make the moments where you were his mean master that much more fun

Moments such as the one yesterday morning when Sanzu was standing in the kitchen, still half asleep and wearing just your shirt and boxers while he waited for the toaster to pop up. He was completely oblivious to the footsteps behind him and it wasn't until a hand clamped over his mouth that he noticed the presence of another person in the room. Sanzu whined at the sudden contact, weakly shaking his head while you groped his ass. The boxers were harshly tugged down, exposing his pretty ass which you swiftly spanked, relishing in the muffled sob that escaped your pet

“Bend over, bitch. And hold your shirt up.” Your commanding tone rang out. Sanzu reluctantly leaned his torso on the countertop, pulling his shirt up to expose his hips and back just like you wanted. Another slap across his pretty cheeks earned another sob from your little whore, sniffling when you pushed him down roughly and smushed his face against the cold counter. Raising your other hand up to his pouty lips, which he refused to open up for at first. Squeezing his eyes shut and shaking his head ‘no’ to the best of his ability

Not having the patience for disobedience this early in the morning, you slammed your hips into his hard enough to bang his knees against the cabinets, sending a chill down his spine when you uttered a cold, “Open.” Sanzu's lips trembled as they parted, quickly choking while your thick fingers filled his mouth and fucked it like you would do to his cunt

“Be grateful, slut. This is the only lube you're getting this morning.” The mean statement caused Sanzu to freeze up, salty tears beginning to blur his vision while he sucked on your fingers as well as he could. Making sure to coat them in as much saliva as possible before you shoved them deep in his ass. Sinking them up to your knuckles inside of his tight little hole while he bit down on his oversized shirt

After you had so graciously prepped him to your liking, you replaced your fingers with your fat cock, pushing past Sanzu's ring of muscles as he clenched around you hard. You groaned at the delicious feeling of his impossibly tight hole that seemed to suck you in despite his crying and attempts to squirm away. It didn't take long for you to empty your load within his warm walls, giving his ass one more stinging smack before you pulled out and left him there to shake and sob

-

Or perhaps moments like the time when you abruptly yanked Sanzu up off of the couch while you two were watching TV, pushing his slim body over the arm of the couch and dry humping him. “H-hey! Stop! Y/n...get off...” He screamed while trying to push you off, though it was ultimately useless since you were bigger and stronger than Sanzu, able to easily overpower the thrashing man below you and pin his arms behind his back while you used him like a toy

“Don't fight me, Haru. Just lay there and take it, yeah? ” You said, voice straining from how much using his body like this turned you on. His choked protest and the way his legs kicked at you feebly went straight to your dick, making you harder than ever while you thrust against his clothed ass. As your release approached you undid your pants and whipped out your dick, returning to humping at Sanzu's hole until you shot cum all over his back, some of the fluid getting in his messy pink hair that was strewn all over the couch where he lay

Sanzu felt disgusting afterwards, wanting nothing more than to go shower and clean your seed off of him. Instead, you forced him to sit in your lap for a while longer, grinding against your dick until it became hard again

-

And we certainly can't forget about all of the instances of using him in public. Perhaps the time when you sat in the back of a quiet cafe with your thick cock plugging up his little pussy, gripping his hips painfully to prevent him from leaving your lap. Sanzu moaned behind the mask covering the bottom half of his face, strands of pink hair falling in front of his face while you bounced him in your lap, causing his pretty lashes to flutter as he finally gave in and accepted his humiliation

A large load of hot cum filled his little hole while you bit down on his pretty neck to stifle your groans of pleasure. After you pulled out and allowed Sanzu to sit back on the plush booth your load slowly began leaking out of his ass, causing your boyfriend to whimper and blush while a few other customers glanced at him quizzically

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Or perhaps the time when you ungraciously yanked Sanzu into a back alley during a walk home one night. Slamming him against the brick wall while your fingers dug into the soft flesh of his neck and shoving your knee between his legs. “Such a pretty little thing, I guess I just can't control myself, baby. I need to fuck you in some dirty alley where you belong~ ”

“N-no...please daddy...” His shaky voice pleaded with you, though the way his dick twitched against your thigh proved otherwise, as did the little smile creeping onto his face. You couldn't help but smirk at how obvious he was sometimes

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There were also the countless times where you forced Sanzu onto his knees and used his wet mouth like a cocksleeve, ignoring his gagging noises or the way his eyes rolled back into his skull when the tip hit the back of his throat roughly. Preventing him from pulling away for air until he had nearly passed out

As well as the many times when you pushed him down on some surface or pulled him into your lap and stroked his dick for hours, forbidding Sanzu from cumming or else you'd have to really hurt him for not listening. His entire body trembled within your grasp while gross squelching noises filled the room from your ruthless edging

Certainly not forgetting all of the times when you bent Sanzu over any and every surface available to violate his little hole whenever you needed some relief. Not caring whether he came or not and simply taking the pleasure that you needed to push yourself over the edge, always leaving a wet mess within his ass or painted on his soft skin

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And of course, after every painful, rough session, your voice softened as Sanzu's tears were wiped away by gentle hands. Sweet praises and an ‘Are you ok?’ while (e/c) eyes met his own, searching for any signs of genuine discomfort. A soft kiss pressed to his lips followed by a tight embrace, your hands carding through his pretty hair to help him relax after something so intense

Reblogs are extremely appreciated <3

Tagging: @steadybreadbluebird @6kabuki

#my writing #kinktober #kinktober 2023 #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo revengers #tokyo rev x reader #sanzu haruchiyo #sanzu smut #sanzu x reader #sub sanzu #male reader #dom reader #top reader #oneshot

[belovedmusings]

“I’m not going anywhere.”

+ MAJOR MANGA SPOILERS +

Explicit Smut 18+ 🚫Minors DNI🚫

Satoru survived being severed in half thanks to Yuuta’s Reversed Curse Technique and subsequently claimed victory, but you keep reliving the moment you saw him die before your eyes. You wake up beside him one night crying from a nightmare of it, and wanting to make you feel better and remind you that he’s okay and he’s not going anywhere, he lets you take him any way you need him.

Relevant tags: AFAB reader with minimal gendered language, reader insert without using “y/n”, graphic nightmare at the beginning but it’s quick, fix-it, hurt/comfort, soft and emotional sex, handjob, fingering, Satoru’s 6-inch fingers, slow sex, praises and declarations of love, lots of kissing, love bites, riding, unprotected sex, creampie, cockwarming, Satoru’s big cock :’) <3

Music recommended while reading: My Love (Sia), positions (Ariana Grande), Souvenir (Selena Gomez), Religion (Lana Del Rey)

A/N: no I’m absolutely not over wtf happened in ch 236 and yes I’m 100% crazy enough to still believe him when he said he’d win. He’ll win and I trust him. I have to or I’ll go crazy. Here’s this emotional smut to cope.

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He was winning. He was fine, he was smiling and now—

He’s not. He’s not moving, he’s not doing anything but he’s in half he’s in fucking half and there’s so much blood—

You scream. You scream but it sounds like it’s underwater and you can’t breathe, you can’t feel anything but despair and pain and dread and anger and disbelief and fucking devastation. Satoru is— he’s— oh god, he’s—

“Hey.”

You’re sobbing. Tears stream from your eyes but you can’t feel, you can’t see anything, you can’t hear, you can’t exist without him—

“Hey. Hey, hey, hey.”

That voice snaps you back to consciousness, a deep gasp from you following. Warm hands are on your shoulders, and you look up at the source, eyes landing upon Satoru’s concerned face. His beautiful, alive face. What? How?

“Hey,” he murmurs again softly, brows furrowed in worry as he rubs up and down your arm soothingly. “Shh, shh, shh…you’re okay. It was just a bad dream.”

A dream?

“No it wasn’t,” you shake your head, voice broken. The lump in your throat won’t go away as you continue to cry. “You were…you were gone and I—”

“I’m right here,” he cuts him firmly, squeezing your arm. “Look at me. I’m talking to you, aren’t I? I’m fine. Promise.”

Your eyes search his face, his body, and blindly you reach out, touching his clothed abdomen, feeling over it to make absolutely sure he’s not lying. When you feel nothing but solid, warm flesh underneath, even when you touch down to his thigh, you relax, sniffling. He’s completely intact. He’s okay.

You remember then what had happened after he had fallen. You’d gone into a panic, threw up, and blacked out after sobbing uncontrollably after tearing your eyes from the screen that displayed his lifeless body.

When you woke up, you were lying against a wall, Shoko watching over you, telling you that Yuuta managed to get ahold of him while Yuuji and Higuruma were fighting Sukuna. He’d used his Reversed Curse Technique to heal him, and he was up and fighting again, this time facing off with Kenjaku.

It was jarring to see him back alive, like you were seeing the resurrection of a god. But it was okay. He was even stronger than before, and along with the others, he was capable of defeating both of the threats.

His victory had restored balance once more.

He’d come off of that battlefield on his own two feet, sweaty, heavily banged up and exhausted, but he had a brilliant smile on his face that said everything is fine now, and he’d welcomed you into his arms without hesitation.

“Oh god,” you breathe out, “It was a dream. Thank god.”

He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in, planting a kiss on your temple.

“I told you I’d win, didn’t I?” He asks, “You gotta trust me, silly. M’ not going anywhere.”

You huff, nuzzling into his chest. “Don’t call me silly because I’m worried about you.”

He sighs softly, rubbing your back. “Fine, fine. But seriously, I’m fine. So no need to worry, okay? I’m right here, however you need me.”

He is. You can feel him in your arms, you can feel him holding you, and yet in your sleep-fogged mind, you can’t help but still retain some anxiety that you’ll wake up again and he’ll be gone for good. That you imagined all of those victories in order to cope. You need to feel more of him to confirm he’s real.

“However I need you?” You ask, drawing back to meet his eyes, gleaming in the dim lighting of the moon. He nods.

“Of course. What kind of boyfriend would I be otherwise? I’m yours to do with as you please.”

You can’t help it; his tone always brings out a special playfulness in you. “As I please? You sound so easy.”

“Easy for you,” he grins wolfishly, and you roll your eyes fondly before sobering up.

“I need more reassurance,” you tell him. “I want to feel you.”

He eyes you curiously, nodding. “Sure thing. What do you have in mind?”

You reach up to touch his face, brushing your thumb between his eyebrows to work out the furrow, then dancing it over his brow bone, then his cheekbone, and finally his lips. You pad it over the soft skin there before leaning up and kissing him, relaxing at the familiar taste of his mouth. He doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture, lips moving with yours in a combination of slow and sensual.

The hand that was resting on his jaw slowly travels down over his neck, where your thumb runs over the column gently, grazing his Adam’s apple a few times before moving on to his collarbone. You explore that spot for a few moments and then massage down his shoulder, over his pec, flattening your palm to feel the beat of his heart.

It calms you to feel that strong thump thump thump against your touch, impassioning you enough to make you deepen the kiss and slip your tongue into his protestless mouth. A soft groan sounds at the back of his throat, and that spurs you on to continue touching him, running your palm over his muscles that were once lithe, but after time spent preparing for battle while he was sealed away to occupy himself, have turned thick and solid. You ghost over the ridges of his abdomen and shiver, feeling each contour through his shirt.

It sends a wave of heat through you and your ministrations turn heavy with desire, finding the hem of his shirt, sliding your hand underneath it and massaging over the hot skin of his naked chest. He groans and guides his own hand from your waist to your ass, clad only in underwear for comfort to sleep, giving it a generous knead.

“Mmh,” you breathe into his mouth, letting him go further to grab your thigh, hooking his hand under your knee and hiking your leg up around his hip.

His tongue runs over yours dirtily as his hand slides back up to the apex of your legs, reaching around to cup your mound through the thin garment over it. His middle and ring fingers massage over that little sensitive pearl just begging to be touched, making you moan softly.

Your lust is deepening by the second and it makes you grow bolder, palm on his abdomen lowering to the front of his boxers and caressing the sizable hardness it finds there. Subconsciously you start to move your hips with his touches, kiss turning sloppy the more you pleasure each other.

The drags of his fingertips get a little too difficult when the fabric over your core gets soaked through, so he easily amends it by slipping his fingers beneath the edge of the article, touching you without any barriers.

“Satoru,” you moan louder as he teases the swollen pearl beneath his digits. He hums in his throat, and wanting to even things out, your hand dips below his boxers, wrapping around the hard and hot erection he’s been sporting since you started kissing him.

A bead of precum at his tip makes the slide a little easier and you feel him start rocking into your hand, meeting your strokes, a breathy groan sounding from him.

He wants the upperhand, of course, so he elects to push two of his lengthy fingers into your entrance, causing you to gasp, spreading your legs wider to accommodate. The man’s digits are long enough to reach your cervix without even trying and he presses pointedly against it, wriggling the tips of his fingers against that sensitive spot teasingly.

“God, Satoru,” you mewl, touching him with more purpose, circling your thumb over his tip.

“Ngh,” he groans in response, moving his hand so that he starts finger-fucking you at a pace, the wet sounds reaching your ears along with the heavy pants from the both of you. You clench around him and he speeds up, abusing that part deep inside of you just with his hand.

You love it when he fingers you but it’s not what you want right now—not truly.

You look up at him, shuddering at the look of unbridled lust pooling in his cerulean eyes. He always gets this certain wild look that gives you goosebumps.

“Satoru,” you manage breathlessly.

“Yeah?” He asks, just as winded.

“I want you inside me. I need to feel you.”

He sucks in a breath and nods, pressing a quick kiss to your cheek before pulling his fingers out of you. He rolls to lay on his back, raising his hand up to his mouth and running his long tongue over the digits coated in your essence, a deep groan sounding after. It invigorates your desire for him and hurriedly, you remove your soaked underwear, freeing him of his own boxers afterward.

He sits up for a moment to get his shirt off, tossing it off the bed and then grabbing your hips, making you straddle his thighs. His hands hook under your shirt and you raise your arms so that he can remove it, the two of you now bare as the day you were born.

He wastes no time in kissing you again, this time more desperately, using one hand to guide your hips over his large cock, the other holding it still. He slides inside as you lower yourself, girth forcing you to stretch generously.

“Fuck,” you breathe into his mouth. You’re familiar with his impressive size by now but it never ceases to light a fire with your nerve-endings, length stuffing you full even before he’s bottomed out. You shudder and push him down to lay out on the bed, following him, breaking the kiss to bury your face in the crook of his neck. His palms grip the tops of your thighs as you lay on his chest, your skin touching everywhere. He’s so warm and sturdy beneath you, you feel like you could stay like this forever, tucked into him, split open on his dick, nestled deep inside you without any effort. You breathe in and get hit with the scent of his skin, musky and sweet in a way that’s unique only to him and completely intoxicating to you.

You push your nose more greedily into the column of his neck, moaning as he starts rolling both of your hips together slowly. Like this, his abdomen provides the perfect firm muscle to grind your swollen pearl on, heightening your pleasure.

He bends his legs to provide himself with a little barrier so that when he pushes your hips down, they don’t have anywhere to go, forcing you to take his cock deeper. It prods at your cervix and forces hot chills over your body, your hands bracing on his shoulders helplessly as he does all of the work.

You inhale deeply as he grinds up into you, walls fluttering around him, eliciting a groan from his syrupy voice.

It sends a shiver through you and wanting to chase it, you flick your tongue out over his collarbone, licking along the flesh to taste him.

“Oh,” he grunts, sucking air through his teeth as you feel him twitch inside of you. Encouraged from his response, you do it again, closing your lips around the spot and sucking. A stuttered breath is pulled from him, your hold on his arms tightening.

Like this, you just feel so safe, so content. He’s all you could ever need. Sure, he’s insufferable sometimes and his personality goes overboard naturally, but he’s never too much for you. He’s serious when he needs to be and so sincere in his sweetness, in his affection—you don’t know what you’d do without him. You thank any god that might exist along with the stars that he survived, that he prevailed and that everything is fine now. Your chest swells with all of the gratitude in the world and it spills over.

“Satoru,” you breathe, feeling tears prick at your eyes, “I love you so much.”

You feel him swallow thickly as his hands rub comfortingly up and down the expanse of your back, kisses being pressed to the top of your head.

“Me too, baby,” he replies softly, voice slightly strained with the distraction of heat around his cock. “I feel the exact same way about you.”

You sigh shakily, littering sloppy, wet kisses over his neck, starting to roll your hips in time with his.

“I’m always gonna be here,” he continues between labored pants, “You…you can’t get rid of me. Mmh—you’re stuck with me for life.”

Your kisses begin to be accompanied by involuntary whimpers, the sensation of him locked inside of you along with his smooth skin rubbing against your sensitive bud starting to overwhelm you.

“I’m gonna…h-hah…love you so much you’ll be annoyed with me,” he continues, sucking air through his teeth, “oh fuck…so glad I have you. I really am.”

You sniffle, a watery smile spreading over your lips. A few tears escape your eyes but this time they’re of joy.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” you say with your entire soul.

“Nothing can keep me down for long,” he assures you, “I promise, okay? I promise.”

You nod against his neck, moaning when he speeds up, hands controlling your movements to meet him thrust for thrust.

“Sh-shit, Satoru,” you mewl, feeling your climax start to approach. His breathing gets heavier and more ragged, chest rising and falling so prominently that it jostles you on top of him, indicating that he’s just as wrecked as you are.

“Fuck, I’m close,” he exhales thinly, “Oh shit, shit, god you’re so tight…I’m gonna…”

You choke on a gasp, eyes squeezing shut. He always rambles when he’s nearing his finish, control on his words slipping, and you think it’s the hottest thing in the world.

“Ngh,” he gasps out, guiding you faster on top of him. You clench at the feeling, nearing the peak—“oh fuck, it’s gonna, it’s—a-ah, ah, fuck…”

You feel exactly when he cums, cock twitching hard as he spills against the entrance to your womb. The feeling of release pouring coupled with his incessant grinding on your mound pushes you to climax, a full body shudder taking over you as you tighten around his member.

He groans at the feeling, giving you another spurt of release, hands moving up to hug you close, pressing his cheek to your forehead.

“That was so good,” he breathes.

You nod in agreement, kissing his neck once more.

You know this is the part where you get off of him so you can clean up to get back to sleep, but you don’t want to move at all. You’re completely sated now, and the feeling of his softening cock inside of you is comforting. Undeniable proof that he’s right here with you in the form of a dull stretch in your core.

“Let’s stay like this,” you tell him, and he chuckles softly.

“It’s just that good, isn’t it?”

You snort softly, raising up to meet his eyes. “You’re such a little shit.”

His smile is lazy and mirthful. “Ah, but I’m your little shit. By law you have to deal with me forever, sorry.”

He shrugs in a way that indicates he’s not sorry at all, and your grin widens.

“I’m happy to deal with you forever.”

His beautiful face is radiant with the next smile he gives you, and when your lips meet in a soft kiss, you realize that all of the anxiety and fear that nightmare had left you with has been melted away.

Satoru is real, and he’s okay. He really isn’t going anywhere. He’s safe and warm and set to live a long and happy life by your side.

When the kiss ends you lay back down on his chest, and he takes to drawing invisible circles over your back with his fingertips, the steadiness of his breath, the sureness of his heartbeat, and his comforting scent all lulling you to a peaceful sleep with the promise of his presence tomorrow.

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A/N: I actually miss him so much to the point where it’s debilitating. I’m literally a widow at this point I might as well put a picture of him in a fuckin locket and wear it like he sent it in his last letter to me, like Gege u bitch that was our husband

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SPREADER BARS!!!

having her sprawled out on the bed, legs forced apart as she squirms around all excited to be touched.

using my fingers to feel how wet she is from the new and novel toy, her hips bucking to meet my hand. playing allll over her body, leaving light kisses everywhere while my hands pinch and twist her nipples gently. running my nails down her sides, tickling her (which she HATES).

she gets so impatient with edging, but I’d take alll the time in the world, gentle circles around her clit, taking hours to make her feel good. maybe slipping a few fingers in her without fucking into her gspot, just leaving them there. her legs shaking, trying to pull them together when i bring my hand down to her pussy over and over again.

when she’s nearly on the edge of tears and shaking, that’s when i’d speed up, fucking into her wet pussy and watching her scream, finally getting the stimulation she wanted.

i’d pull out the glass dildo, too. when she’s that wet, i barely even have to push to slip it in. that’s when she moans the loudest. keeping her on the edge as tears well up in her eyes, making her beg to cum.

when she finally does, the neighbors bang on the wall, but we don’t notice as she’s screaming and crying out my name.

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The Day Off

Commission: Brahms (The Boy) x NB!Reader- Reader has a nightmare and Brahms gives them a day off from being the caretaker of the household. 

Notes/Warnings: No warnings here. Just 4.5k words of Brahms being the best boy.

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It happened on the rare occasion Brahms wasn’t directly nearby. Hidden in the walls, you never knew where he was at any given point. Unless he would let you know with a knock or soft call of his voice.

The mansion was as quiet as a graveyard. The occasional creak or groan would whisper into the night, but the sounds that once creeped you out, were more like a comfort now. Even the dark rooms and seemingly endless hallways, had started to feel like home.

But this time, when you woke up, sweating and shaking; tears rolling down your face and your chest feeling too tight to draw breath; the mansion terrified you.

The void that surrounded you mocked your wide eyes. Invisible figures drew near before dancing back into the corners and behind furniture. Making your trembling breaths whimper as you try to calm yourself down.

“Brahms…” You tried to call out but your voice cracked like something was choking you.

Then the estate exploded with noise. It sounded like a rhino crashing through the walls of the sleeping mansion.

Had your whimpers turned to cries as the anxiety turned to fear during your sleep? Then from fear, to terror as your dreams twisted and roiled with grasping hands and cruel laughter. Drawing the attention of your charge as you woke up with a scream.

You couldn’t see him. But the door slamming open with a loud bang against the wall told you he had burst into the room.

In your curled up position, blankets askew and eyes puffed up from crying, Brahms’ hands were on you immediately. Grunts of concern echoing from under the mask as he searched for an injury.

You grabbed his hand and held it.

You felt Brahms pause as you sniffled and took a deep shaky breath. His fingers then slowly curled around your palm and he sat beside you on the bed. His other hand reached through the dark to push back a strand of damp hair from your face.

The warmth of his fingers resting on your cheek chased away the remnants of the nightmare. And you felt like a child, but you clung to his hand like a teddy bear. Using him as an anchor while you desperately tried to even out your breaths.

“Nightmare?” Brahms soft voice asked. And you nodded, searching for him in the dark.

“S-Sorry for waking you…” Your voice still had a small tremble to it.

Brahms didn’t reply. But you felt his weight shift on the bed and then the lamp by your head flared to life with a small click. The shadows scattered and the looming figures became simple coats on hangers or pieces of clothing folded over the back of a chair.

The porcelain mask came into view and Brahms' dark eyes gleamed behind it. They looked you over, swimming over your puffy face and tired eyes. Before his head tilted and you felt his hand squeeze yours.

“Tea.” He said, tugging you into a sitting position before then dragging you out of bed and out of the room.

You sluggishly followed behind him. Hand still grasping his as you blindly followed the sound of Brahms' soft footsteps through the mansion. The chilled floor bit at your feet and there was a breeze flowing through the halls that was rather cold.

When you knew you were coming up to the stairs, you slowed. And you heard Brahms grunt his displeasure at the sudden stop.

“I can’t see where I’m going, Brahms.” You said to the large shape in front of you. The moon was full and rays of silver trickled in through the windows. But it wasn’t enough to fully illuminate the tall man in front of you. It only gave his wide shoulders and bed of curly hair a dark shape.

There was no warning or sound of movement from him, but Brahms’ hand fell from yours. Leaving you alone in the dark for just a second, before you felt two strong arms wrap around you. You felt your feet leave the ground and you were suddenly being carried downstairs.

A cry of surprise left your lips, but Brahms ignored it.

It felt very awkward like this. But after a moment you realized Brahms’ was carrying you just how you carried his doll around. With an arm bracing the back of your legs and another wrapped around your shoulder, a hand gently cradling the back of your head as you were carried downstairs.

The shock and embarrassment of this moment shattered any remaining fear from your chest. And you let your arms fall comfortably over his shoulders. And just for a second, you allowed this closeness to calm you.

The whispering echoes of Brahms’ breath under the mask. His warm skin against yours and the gentle musk of the dusty walls on his clothes all filled your senses.

It was enough to almost make you forget about your nightmare.

Then Brahms reached the bottom of the stairs and gently placed you back on your feet. His large hand took yours again and continued his tugging towards the kitchen.

The lights were only turned on when you felt the wooden floors turn to tiles. And Brahms was nice enough to cross the room and flick the switch so you could finally see your surroundings.

“Ok, what type of tea do you want?” You asked. Letting Brahms’ hand fall from yours as you went to the kettle. “Do you want some honey or- hey, Brahms!”

Hands wrapped around your waist and non-to gently you were pulled away from the kitchen counter and then lifted onto the kitchen island.

Brahms placed your hands in your lap and pushed them down in a way that said “stay”. His gaze was steely and the tilt to his mask bordered frustration.

“I thought you wanted tea.” You said in confusion. But you didn’t move from your spot. Only watched as he popped the kettle to boil and started to make two mugs of tea. He added a small portion of honey and then the tea bags.

Biscuits were laid out on a plate, more than what you would usually present when giving Brahms his morning tea snack. But you kept quiet. And noticed that there were more of the biscuits you enjoyed than the ones Brahms usually wanted.

Once the tea was poured and the bags soaked for a small time, Brahms mimicked how you made your tea and then brought it over to you.

The plate of biscuits was placed beside you and the cup was carefully placed into your hands. Warming them up immediately as Brahms looked at you expectantly.

“Thank you.” You said and received a curt nod from Brahms as he nursed his own cup of tea in his hands.

The sweet warm drink helped soothe the anxiety that was still fluttering in your stomach. The memory of your nightmare was on the edge of your mind. Barely visible, but still mocking you as you tried to distract yourself with your drink.

You barely touched the biscuits. Which wasn’t missed from Brahms. He had already eaten three. Dipping them into this tea and tilting his mask back enough that he could place the soggy treat into his mouth.

He picked up one of your preferred biscuits and dipped it into your tea.

You couldn’t help but laugh as Brahms offered the biscuit to you. “Brahms, I’m really not hungry.”

The grunt of annoyance and the narrowed gaze had once made you nervous. But now, you rolled your eyes at the stubbornness of this man, and opened your mouth. Brahms plopped the biscuit in between your teeth and you ate the treat while trying not to laugh at the embarrassment of this moment.

It wasn’t missed on you what Brahms was doing. When Brahms was particularly upset, you would do this as well.

Not hand feed him. But offer him treats and warm drinks. Something he usually liked to take his mind off whatever was upsetting him.

You had nursed one or two bad dreams with him. Coaxing him to breath and hold his hand, brushing your fingers over his curls as he came down from the terror.

But this was the first nightmare you’ve had in a long time. And you could tell Brahms was a little lost on what to do.

“I appreciate this, Brahms.” You said as the masked man picked up another biscuit. But this time you did take it from his fingers and dip it into the tea. “I’m truly sorry for waking you.”

Brahms shook his head, and the soft whisper of his voice echoed behind the mask. “What was it about?”

The nightmare hadn’t entirely been one thing. But as you tried to bring the memory of it forward, it slipped your grasp and disappeared. You remembered shapes and mocking laughter. But nothing else.

However, even thinking of the remnants of the dream brought back an unease in your chest.

“I don’t remember.” You sighed. Taking a bite of the biscuit in your hand. “It was just...bad.”

Surprisingly, Brahms didn’t push the subject. Which was strange. Because whenever something upset you, on the rare occasion your voice raised or something angered you; Brahms wanted to know every detail. Or he would skulk away and hide until your anger ceased.

But instead Brahms let the subject fall and the two of you finished your tea in comfortable silence.

After the warm drinks and biscuits, your body longed to lay back down. But your mind was discouraged to do so with the worry of another nightmare.

It was possibly 1am and you could tell Brahms was starting to drift off while standing up.

You wouldn’t sleep well tonight, but you at least wanted Brahms to get more sleep before the sun started to come up.

“Come on, let's get you back to bed.” You said to Brahms, who wearily nodded in reply.

But instead of you leading him back through the house, Brahms took it upon himself again to take your hand and guide you through the dark. When you reached the stairs, you tried to argue with Brahms. But there were no words that could dissuade him from carrying you like he did before.

You still couldn’t see but you had more confidence going up the stairs than going down them in the dark. You were certain you’d probably only trip once, if at all. But Brahms was having none of it.

Once your feet were back on the floor, Brahms took your hand again and began dragging you towards the rooms.

But he didn’t continue on towards his room. He instead went straight for yours and even closed the door behind the both of you.

You barely got a breath in to argue when Brahms continued on to the bed and arranged the pillows for an obvious two person set up. Then he looked at you and pointed at the bed.

You hesitated. Staring at the silhouette that was Brahms as you heard him grunt impatiently.

“Don’t you want me to tuck you in your bed first?” You asked. Absolutely confused at what was happening.

You heard a heavy sigh from Brahms and suddenly his hand was on your wrist and you were half thrown onto the bed.

You got the picture. And laid down on the far side of the bed, wriggling under the blankets and tucking them under your chin.

You heard Brahms moving around your room. Perhaps going into the walls to return to his bedroom or to sit nearby and watch over you.

However, you heard the distinct noise of metal being placed on your wooden bedside table and then light sparked to life in Brahms hand. His mask lit up with the orange light, dark eyes twinkling as he carefully pressed the small flame to the wick of a candle.

The room was brightened by the soft orange light of the candle. Allowing you to see the majority of the room, chasing away the shadows into the furthest corners of the large room.

Then you watched, stunned, as the bed dipped beside you and Brahms’ warm skin brushed against yours as he threw the blanket over his body.

There was a moment of shocked silence as Brahms, not only climbed into your bed, but also tucked himself in.

There had never been a night where you didn’t do the routine of tucking him in and giving his mask a small peck of a kiss.

But instead, Brahms was throwing his routine out the window to be beside you. And as much as you were relieved to not spend the rest of the night alone. You could feel the tension in Brahms’ body. This was probably killing him, not following the routine he’s had laid out and done for years.

You weren’t even sure what to do. You’ve stayed with Brahms a few times until he’s gone to sleep. Some of his nightmares refused him rest until he had you beside him. Either sitting on the bed or beside it, reading a book or playing some music till he fell back asleep.

Again, you realized that Brahms was mimicking you in his own way. Copying your techniques when he was frightened or unable to sleep.

And it made you smile with the endearing thought.

You rolled onto your side, facing towards Brahms. And you felt his arm twitch a little away from you as you reached out to him. His mask was facing towards the ceiling but you glimpsed his eyes darting towards you beneath the shadows of his mask.

“Brahms, if this is uncomfortable for you, you don’t need to stay. I’ll be ok.” You tried to reassure him. But you only got a grunted reply instead. It was a stubborn noise, one that usually came with him doing whatever he wanted.

So, you didn’t bother trying to argue. Instead, you let your eyes fall close and try to settle your racing mind.

The minutes stretched into hours. Brahms had fallen asleep after some time but your mind was still darting around like a hornets nest.

Sleep wasn’t coming to you. Not yet.

The candle was getting low and the wax dripped onto the wide base. The shadows still danced around your bed but with Brahms’ presence and warmth, they weren’t as haunting as before.

You sighed and tried once more to close your eyes and hope sleep would embrace you. But then your eyes flew open again as Brahms started to move.

He rolled towards you, his arms snaking along the mattress towards you until they found your waist. And with a gentle tug, you were pulled against his chest. You didn’t hear him speak or make some sort of noise, and his breathing stayed perfectly even as his fingers brushed along your spine.

The gentle scent of soap and dust was a strange mixture in your nose. He still had that lavender scent from his bath last night, but being in the walls always eliminated that clean fragrance almost immediately.

It was strange. You never really took notice of how muscular he was, until now.

“Brahms..?” You softly called out.

There was no response. But he shifted just enough that the chin of his mask knocked against your head. Not painfully, but you could feel his warm breath slipping out the sides of the mask.

The weight of his arms plus the added heat from his chest, your mind actually started to slow. You put it down to maybe the shock of this happening was pulling your thoughts out of their anxiety ridden mess.

But the way Brahms’ hand was pressed against your lower back and his arm had slipped under your neck, cradling your shoulders so you were nestled under his chin. It was all very…intimate.

Even if you tried, there was no escaping his hold. When you tilted your chin up to look at him, his arms tightened. Restricting your movement even more. But you stretched your neck and pressed a delicate kiss against the edge of his mask, despite the strong resistance of Brahms arms trying to keep you firmly pressed against him.

You then settled into your new cocooned spot and let your eyes close. And when you opened them again, your bed was empty and the candle had been blown out. The curtains were still closed. But the gentle breeze from the opened window allowed some morning rays to trickle over your eyes. Waking you from a groggy slumber.

You sighed heavily and allowed yourself a moment more to rest as you pulled the blanket over your head.

The following waft of lavender and dust made your chest flutter. And the foggy memory of last night came flooding back, banishing your very tired thoughts.

You couldn’t tell what time it was. But it was late morning at least and that meant you had missed breakfast and the morning routines on Brahms’ schedule.

Cursing softly, you threw back the blankets and hurried out of bed. But a noise from somewhere in the walls made you freeze and Brahms appeared from a hidden door beside the closet. Emerging from the shadows like a beast out of your nightmares. Before straightening and gesturing for you to sit down.

“I made breakfast.” You heard Brahms say. And you were surprised to see a silver tray of food waiting on your dresser. A pot of tea had been brewed and was still steaming as he poured you a cup. And the food had cooled while sitting on the plate but still was surprisingly well made.

“You didn’t have to go to all this trouble, Brahms.” You said with a smile as Brahms placed the tea in your hands and then moved the plate of food to the bedside table. But you thanked him and took a long sip of the warm tea to help with your groggy state. It was sweet, maybe a touch too sweet. But still enjoyable. You then took a bite out of the food and looked up at Brahms.

Who was standing a little awkwardly to the side, watching you expectantly.

You quickly realized what he was doing and smiled up at him. “The food is really good Brahms. Have you eaten yet?”

His tense shoulders relaxed and he nodded. “I cooked my own breakfast while you slept. I may have burnt a few eggs before getting yours perfect, though.”

You chuckled. Imagining Brahms at the stove getting frustrated while he tried to mimic the way you perfected the eggs. Brahms had a very particular way he liked his breakfast made. You once tried to get him to do the same style, while you waited patiently on the side. Giving him small tips.

It had taken some time, but eventually, Brahms learnt how to cook eggs the way he liked. In the case you were sick or couldn’t do it yourself.

Brahms was capable of doing it.

Which showed now on your plate. And he even added a smiley-face drawn onto the eggs with your favorite sauce. Which was an adorable touch.

“I could have cooked though, Brahms.” You said with a gentle smile. “You only needed to wake me up.”

“You needed rest.” Brahms said. In a way that sounded like he was confused by your words. And his own reply was matter-of-factly. “Did you have the nightmare again?”

You shook your head. Eating another mouthful of food before responding. “No. I think with you nearby it settled whatever bad images my brain was making.” You tried to look up at him. So your next words felt more genuine.

But meeting those dark eyes when your cheeks felt like they were flaming, was a harder task than you expected.

“Thank you for staying with me.” You said, using your downward gaze to pick up the tea again and take a sip. “I really appreciate you breaking your schedule for me. I’ll try to make it up to you today. Maybe we can-”

Brahms then shook your head. A grunt of disapproval echoing out from under his mask.

He then joined you on the bed. Sitting just an inch away from you as he watched you eat another bite from your food.

“You’ll…take the day off.” Brahms said. And it sounded like it was the hardest thing he ever had to say.

You almost dropped your food. Your eyes widened as you gawked at him. “What? Brahms, I’m ok. Really.”

Brahms shook his head. Grunting at you to eat yet another bite. Which you did.

“I was thinking about something last night.” Brahms continued. “Whenever I have a nightmare, or I’m sick, you make me take a day off from my routine. And then I couldn’t remember when you last had a day off…and I felt bad. So, I want you to take the day off. To rest and…do what you want to do.”

You had to be dreaming, right?

Your Brahms was telling you to take a day off from his routine. You weren’t even sick or injured. And yet, here he was. Making you breakfast and telling you to rest.

You smiled up at Brahms. Setting your plate aside so you could take his hand and give it a small squeeze.

“I appreciate it, Brahms. But I’m ok. It was just a nightmare. And the sleep-in I just got helped a lot. So, you don’t need to worry about me.”

There was a stubbornness in Brahm’s eyes that made you tense. Readying yourself for a tantrum. At least an argument that would sour his mood for the rest of the day.

But instead, Brahms took a breath and his shoulders relaxed. He then nodded. “Fine. But eat the rest of your food and drink your tea.”

You laughed at how stern he sounded.

Like a mother scolding their child.

You finished your breakfast and tea. Chatting to Brahms as he fidgeted on the bed beside you. Usually by now it was piano lessons. But you had to cut that section of your day in half and get onto cleaning the house.

Brahms however had other plans for you.

He made you another cup of tea and when you sat down to enjoy a moment of the beverage, Brahms laid a blanket over your legs and seemingly thought he had trapped you there. By being too comfortable to move or because you then had to awkwardly remove the blanket and safely place down your tea before spilling it.

You rolled your eyes and couldn’t help but laugh as his eyes glittered victoriously under his mask.

“Brahms,” You gently scolded. “I have a lot to do today. It’s cleaning day, remember?”

Brahms shook his head. Pointing down at the tea in your hands. “That’s all you need to do today. Rest. I’ll take care of…cleaning.”

You sighed and slumped back in the chair. There were certain things you didn’t fight with Brahms on. Dessert after dinner was one of those topics.

Another was when the same look in his eyes fixed you into the center of his attention.

When he got that dark look in his eyes, you knew it would be like yelling at a brick wall. So, you gave up before you even started.

“Alright. But remember! The kitchen bins need to be emptied, they’re starting to smell. And the library should be your priority since you made me skip cleaning it last week.” You listed off a few more tasks. Surprisingly, Brahms seemed to listen and mentally take note.

You had him repeat what you said and when you were satisfied he would remember the important tasks, you let him go.

Brahms hurried off to do just as you asked. But first stalled by the record player and put on some music.

You expected him to put on something he liked. However, soon your favorite record started to spin and your feet started to tap to the music.

For about two hours you sat by the window and looked out over the gardens. Your mind still tried to make a long list of things you needed to do. The weeding needed to be done but recently the weather didn’t permit a full day out in the gardens.

And you could start making out grime on the windows. You’d need to get on that before things start getting too difficult to clean.

But you forced yourself to relax and just enjoy sitting down for a long period of time.

Brahms returned with a fresh pot of tea and refilled your cup. Adding some small snacks by your chair and asked if you needed anything.

It was such a strange moment. Being waited on by your charge. Who usually threw a fit if you asked him to do anything but play music or read a book.

“You took the bin out?” You asked after the second hour waned. And Brahms nodded. Taking a seat by your knees on the floor and leaned his head against your leg.

“It’s hard work.” Brahms grumbled. “I don’t want to do it anymore.”

You laughed and nodded. Shifting the cup of tea from your hand to the other so you could run your fingers through Brahms’ thick locks.

“You don’t need to. The important things are done. Thank you for doing them.” You said. Making sure you emphasized on the ‘thank you’.

Which Brahms nodded and you felt the weight of his head lean more heavily against your leg.

You both sat in silence for a while. Watching the rain run down the window as the weather turned the world outside into a gray mist.

The music had stopped some minutes ago. But you didn’t mind. The silence was welcome.

Then Brahms' voice broke through the quiet. Almost making you jump. “We cuddled last night.”

You felt heat run up your neck and into your cheeks as you nodded. You took a deep breath to calm the sudden rise in nerves. “We did. I...um, enjoyed it. I couldn't fall asleep at all last night.”

Brahms’ head tilted just enough so he could see your face. “Until I started cuddling you?”

You nodded. Hoping Brahms didn’t take notice of your lack of eye contact. “It was comforting. And I think the surprise of you doing it stunned my thoughts into letting me sleep.”

There was a crinkle around Brahms’ eyes that told you he was smiling under the mask. “Then…I can do it again?”

Shock ran through you. And you almost spilled your tea when you tried to distract yourself and give yourself a moment to think over the prospect.

But your mouth ran quicker than your mind could stop it.

“Only if you want too.” You said softly. Smiling down at Brahms as he nodded eagerly. “B-But not all the time. You still need to sleep in your own bed every once and a while.”

Your words didn’t seem to matter to him. You still said yes, and it made Brahms incredibly happy to hear it.

“Then you can come into my bed and we can cuddle there too.” Brahms said. And you almost choked on your tea. “If I ever have nightmares again, I expect some cuddles.”

You rolled your eyes and nodded. “Fine, fine. It’s a deal.”

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Nanami Kento

tw: NSFW • Obsessive/Possessive Themes • Implied Kidnapping/Imprisonment • Implied Forced Relationship • Dark Themes • Fem! Reader • Dubcon • Fingering (F) • Sex (M)(F) • Yandere • Punishment

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He sometimes wished it could be different.

The air is frozen as he walks farther into the room, the scent of chlorine overpowering and burning his nose as he clicks his tongue and moves towards the back wall. Hundreds of stainless steel metal doors rest closed, numbered placards to the right of each one. Most are blank, but a few towards the right hand side have a few code words scribbled in messy writing on them. Nanami strides towards one such door, your name standing out due to the pristine hand writing on the card.

He takes his time removing his jacket and tie, rolling up his sleeves before his glasses and wrist watch follow onto the table off to the side. The latch to the door clicks, audibly signaling it’s opening as cool air rushes out. He grips the handle that greets him as he opens it, pulling out the table hooked to a rolling system which allows it to be removed from the wall.

He really did wish it could be different. His stoic face almost bored as he gazes down at you, your body curled and shaking on its side while you whimper brokenly like a scratched record.

You flinch when a drastically different temperature touches you, his body heat almost burning against your chilled flesh as you cry out.

“Shh…” he hushes, voice low and soft as he gently helps you sit up, pulling your trembling figure into his arms as he slides one around your torso and the other under your thighs to lift you up into the air against him. “Good girl, I’ve got you now.” He recognizes the irony of his words, no doubt irritated he uttered them to begin with but… he can’t deny how good it feels to have you clinging to him like a life line at the moment.

He knows it won’t last. He’s not optimistic this alone is enough to crush your spirit in the slightest, though it truly is a grim punishment in its own uniquely sick way.

“Na-Nanami,” you croak his name in a voice clearly hoarse from screaming.

He hadn’t left you long enough for any permanent damage to set in, but you were certainly becoming feverish as he warms you with his body heat now.

He chose a plain metal folding chair to sit, positioning you to straddle his lap while he helped you lean against his chest. His large calloused hands card through your stiff locks, the cold having hardened the strands.

“—m’sorry…” he hates how it affects him, the little sniffle and your painful tone while you apologize. He wishes it were different, and it could be when you stopped being so stubborn. He’s silent as he rubs your back. The exposed skin darkened in some areas, chilled more than the rest, cold burns could hurt just as badly as those caused by heat. He was even more gentle as his fingers traced over those spots, already noting the supplies he’d need to to use to help you heal properly.

Your tears seemed to melt with the frost on your body as you sobbed, numb arms moving to curl around his thick neck where he radiated heat. Your face pressed into the crook of his neck, and he leaned down further to hold you close to him while you cried. He didn’t say a word, only lightly patted your head and listened.

“—sorry ‘Nami, please, don’t please, m’sorry, hck,” it broke his heart to hear you cry like so, made him feel sicker than he knew he already was as he placed sweet kisses to your temple while you soaked up the warmth his body offered. The only warmth he was offering to you.

When you began to feel your extremities again, able to shift and wiggle without feeling like a mummy encased in wrappings, you clawed at him. Arms too weak to actually drag him down, but he obliged when you tugged and allowed you to connect your cool lips with his own. His eyes narrow, hating how the tears on your face and the desperation in your gaze made his slacks tighter. You should be smiling and teasing him, whispering naughty words in his ear after he grumbles about his shit day at work.

That’s all he ever wanted truly.

Instead your actions are fueled by something primal and gut wrenching, a display of submission and asking of mercy he doesn’t stop. He lets you slip your tongue in his mouth, groaning and helping your eager little hand pawing at his belt buckle, lifting you into his arms so he could shift and drop his pants while still keeping your mouths connected. He keeps you pressed close, aware the chill still affects you and happy to grab his jacket and bring it over your shoulders while you tremble and pop the buttons of his dress shirt open. He sighs into the kiss, turning your eager desperation into a slow burn to warm you up and silently show the affection he wants to shower you in. He sucks on your small tongue, taking control as he settles your exposed cunt against his throbbing cock, the heat from it nestled against your folds while your hips twitch. He doesn’t move yet, just kisses you languidly while you sigh, taunt muscles slowly but surely relaxing as drowsiness sets in as the adrenaline and fear fade. He lets his hands move, careful for the areas tender from the chill, moving over your skin and heating you a little more as he squeezes and rubs you. It’s difficult not to like it, the way he smells and the warm muscular body you rest against weakly. Your mind is too fuzzy and clouded to fight or even want to as he slips both hands onto the globes of your ass, massaging gently and moving down to your thighs and copying. Eventually his fingers creep closer, mouth moving sensually against your own and invading your mind with lust and the promise of warmth and pleasure. He’s spreading your pussy open without resistance, feeling the front pressed against him while he runs two fingers down the back where your hole leaks pitifully.

“Such a good girl…” he murmurs against your lips, chuckling when you chase his own as he pulls back, “Getting wet just for me.” He resumes the kiss as you tangle your fingers into his hair and tug, his groan deep and reverberating into your mouth. He pressed one finger inside of you, swallowing your gasp of pleasure as he wiggles the digit deep and then joins it with another as he fills you.

Your back arches, bare chest pressing further into his own as he slicks his fingers with your growing arousal and fucks you with them, calculating each thrust with just the right depth and strength to have you mewling for him.

Nanami breaks the kiss to trail his lips lower, down your jaw to your neck where he sucks the sensitive skin into his mouth. Your breathy moans are music to his ears as the capillaries easily burst under his tender nibbles, marking you up as he curls his fingers and makes you sing.

“‘Nami, m’gonna cum—,” he knew even if you didn’t say it, but it makes him proud you remembered he likes it when you tell him.

“Cum for me sweet girl,” he whispers, groaning when you clench tight around his fingers and gush, making a mess in his lap as you sigh and wiggle your hips, fingers digging into his chest while he works you down from your high softly.

He pulls his fingers out slowly, your pussy eager to hold onto him still as brings the sticky coating on his fingers up to his mouth to clean noisily while you watch.

You always looked so adorable after an orgasm, watery eyes half lidded and face slacken.

“You did so good, baby, I’m very proud of you.” You shiver at his words, pupils dilating and it makes something dark inside him swell with pleasure. He’s cleaning his fingers and then kissing you, forcing the taste of your cum into your mouth now as he circles your hips with one arm. Nanami easily lifts you up, using his free hand to position the fat mushroom tip of his cock at your entrance and then allowing gravity to do the work.

You don’t have enough strength to lift up and off him, too weak to stop each thick inch from breaching your walls as you choke and gasp into his mouth.

He relishes the way you grip him, the intimacy and closeness of having you pressed so tightly against him. Nanami grunts as he bottoms out, as deep inside your pretty cunt as possible, while you whine and cutely nip at his bottom lip.

“That’s it sweet girl,” his hips jerk up, bouncing you as he nudges up against your cervix, “you took every inch.”

It’s slow, Nanami leaves you to breathe and merely hold onto him while he lifts your ass and fucks you. His mouth filthy as he kisses you and groans your name, heating your body inside out as he pushes his cock in and out you, dragging the girthy rod against your sensitive walls.

“We could’ve avoided all this you know,” he mumbles darkly, teeth skimming your ear as you gasp and moan, “I could’ve been running you a bath already after I made you cum until you saw stars, but you wanted to be a brat today.” He hisses it into your ear, uncaring as tears well and spill down your cheeks again, your little moans and sniffles not affecting your tight pussy wrapped around him.

His grip is firm as he snakes his free hand around your neck, grip loose so you could breathe unhindered as he tilts your head up to look him in the eye.

The submission in your gaze is addictive, but he knows it won’t last for very long.

“If you pull another stunt like that,” he jerks you down onto his cock roughly, amused how you scramble and try to sit up from the intense pressure he placed inside you, “I’ll lock you in here for a week.” The threat snaps something inside you, clear as day to him your dislike for this space as you shake your head and murmur pleas while he bounces you on him. His pace not slowing as you cup his cheeks and promise to be good, “‘Nami I won’t again, be so good for you, I promise.” Your watery eyes and hips which struggle to gather the strength to meet his own are so precious it has his balls drawing tight, lips pressing together as he grips you tight and fucks you harder. He drinks in the moans you release and promises to him, feeling how your walls clench and pull him in deeper.

“M’coming ‘Nami, fuck, please,” you’re so desperate and needy like this he wishes you’d just stay this way forever, clawing at his shoulders and crying his name.

“Take it all baby,” he grunts, cock twitching and filling your cunt seconds later as you come apart around him.

He holds you close as you both come down, keeping your trembling body lifted against him to avoid your thigh muscles from straining too much.

You’re asleep a minute later, eyes closed and mouth lax as you pass out.

Nanami gently stands and begins cleaning up, keeping you in his arms the entire time as he fixes you both up enough to leave and return home.

He doesn’t believe this will be your last escape attempt nor trip to the morgue, he’s not optimistic like that unfortunately. He wishes this could be different though.

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dead man walking

PAIRING: Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT: 5k

WARNINGS: language, kidnapping, torture, graphic violence, hurt/comfort, sort of asshole!joel, protective!ellie, please let me know if I missed anything!

The lights that hung above you in your cell flickered again for the seventh time in the past twenty minutes. A new guard walks by and shakes hands with the woman who’s been watching you as of yesterday; they exchange a couple of words, take a glance at you, and snicker as one leaves and one takes the others place on the wooden chair.

You huff in your cold corner of the cell and burrow deeper into yourself, looking away so maybe you can forget that you’re here at all and not at home.

The memory of being torn out of sleep and out of your bed by cruel and harsh hands plagues your mind. The laughter that spilled from their lips when you screamed and kicked and scratched, but to no avail. You can only imagine the image created for Ellie when she came home from her night patrol early in the morning; bed sheets and pillows thrown on the floor torn and shredded, scratch marks all the way down the hallway from your fingernails, picture frames knocked off the walls and broken on the floor, particularly of Ellie. You don’t want to imagine how she might feel, the dread that she might have lost another person in her life with no goodbye.

You do everything you can not to cry.

“What’s the matter with you, stay quiet!” The new guard, a scruffy looking male with blonde hair tied into a bun, bangs the metal bars that hold you inside.

Despite your better judgement, you respond with, “What are you gonna do if I don’t, shoot me?”

He chuckles and turns away from you, “If it were up to me, I’d do much worse.”

That scares you more than you wish it did, so you stay quiet the rest of the night. Your mind wouldn’t let you rest, so you didn’t get a wink of sleep; but the asshole watching you did. As you watched him sleep, you imagined getting out of here somehow, taking him out before he could even know what hit him, and getting back to Ellie before she could even worry. Unfortunately, that wasn’t in your cards, so you huffed and tried to fall asleep.

...

“Damn, I cannot believe how much weed we found!” Dina laughs loudly.

“Yeah, I swear I haven’t found that much since that snowstorm with Y/N,” Ellie smiles at the thought.

Ellie and Dina trudge across the gravel towards the house you share with the two girls and Jesse. As much as Ellie wanted a house to you and herself alone, she had to admit it was fun living with her two closest friends as well; only when they weren’t getting it on in the middle of the night that is.

“God, I remember that day. When you finally grew some balls an-”

“Oh shut up, we were a thing before that!”

“You sure about that? If I recall correctly, you had only thought that-”

Ellie shoved her arm, “Do I really have to beat you to shut your damn mouth?”

“Ya’ know, I’d love that-”

The two friends got their argument shut down as soon as they approached the porch steps of the house; a terrified looking Jesse barges out the door.

“Dude, what the hell-!” The girls say in unison, but immediately stiffen at Jesses next words.

“She’s gone.”

“What the fuck do you mean she’s gone.” Ellie shoves him aside, ignoring his pleas not to go inside. Her eyes scan the house frantically, her body moving before she could even think, checking every room and only finding more terror.

“Oh my god.” Dina’s face looks like she can’t even fathom what happened, and Jesse is only staring at Ellie. She’s gone rigid, a stone cold look appearing in her eye as she catches sight of the smashed up picture frames, the scratches on the walls, and he knows she’s flipped the switch. They don’t argue and only follow Ellie as she storms out of the house, an aura of rage surrounding her as she went.

“We know who did this right?” Dina asks.

“Yeah, we know alright,” Ellie responds harshly, “and we’re gonna kill those sons of bitches like we should’ve.”

…

BANG! BANG! BANG!

“Ah shit,” you mutter, abruptly pulled out of your sleep (once again). Your hand flies to your face to cover the bright sun burning directly into your eyes.

“Wakey, wakey!” You hear laughter and rude mutterings coming from outside your cell. You can only imagine the state you must be in right now, but you open your eyes and examine your kidnappers in front of you.

Three guys and two girls, all standing there staring at you.

“What the hell do you want.” You try asserting a dominating tone, but you don’t think it comes across as bossy as you would have hoped.

“What do we want?” The blonde dude who was watching you last night laughs at that, and is quickly followed by the rest of them. “Sweetheart-”

“Don’t fucking call me that.” You snap.

He chuckles, crouching to the floor on the other side of the bars.

“Okay, honey. What we want... is a nice chat.”

You glare at them, “The fuck for?”

“Ellie Williams.” One of the girls behind him says. You think it was the redhead one, but you’re not quite sure. The other girl, the brunette, stands there leaning against the wall.

Ellie? You think. What does she have to do with this?

You huff out a laugh as best you can, “Right, and you think I’m gonna tell you anything?”

Blondie smiles, “I know you will. And you wanna know how I know that?”

You glare and don’t say a word.

“Because I know you know who I am.” Suddenly, he pulls his sweatshirt over his head and throws it to the floor. You watch him in confusion as he pulls his sleeve up and up… and…

Oh shit.

“Yeah. You know who I am.” He smiles, but this one, this one is not like the last one. It scares you so deep to your core, you almost try to flatten yourself to the wall behind you to somehow get even farther from him. “I know she would have told you. I’m glad I was right.”

“You attacked them, I don’t blame her for what she did.”

“You’re gonna talk about blame?” He hits the bars and it makes you flinch. “They came through our territory!”

“How the fuck were they supposed to know! They didn’t do shit to you until you fired on them!”

He rolls his eyes, “They knew. They saw the sign.”

“Right, like a damn sign was gonna stop them. For all they knew, the place was abandoned and that sign was years old!”

“Doesn’t matter.” A cold, dark look comes over his eyes. “Williams cut off my arm,” he gestures to the ugly scarring in the middle of his arm, with clusters of risen scar tissue on the edge of it. It looks atrocious, you wonder how he was even able to reattach it, much less use his arm for that matter.

“Well it looks like you got over that.” You mutter, but the look doesn’t leave his eye.

“And she killed my girl.”

His hands reach above him to grab onto the bars to pull him up. He stalks over to the door of the cell and unlocks it, swinging it open. His friends stiffen in anticipation.

“And now I’m gonna kill you.”

...

Joel, Tommy, and Maria were made known of your… disappearance, shortly after the others. Joel had immediately sent out a search party, but he knew what Ellie really wanted.

“No, that’s not gonna happen.”

“Joel, she’s fucking out there, I’m not sitting here-!”

“And I’m not letting you go out there! You know why they took her, right? You do realize why this happened?”

Ellie quickly straightens, mind shutting down at even the thought of it, and Dina and Jesse behind her stand to attention.

“Hey!” Dina marches up to Joel, “don’t bring that shit up. You know how hard that was.”

“Her killing that girl led to this, she has to know that-”

Dina yells, “I think she’s fucking well aware of that, Joel! And I think you should be too since she saved your damn life!”

He quiets, “Yeah, and now she’s gone.” He walks away, leaving the building as Tommy and Maria come in. They look behind them to watch Joel leave, but they walk over to the others, stopping in front of Ellie, who’s looking down at the floor.

“I know you want to go, kid, I would too, but I don’t know if it’s such a good idea. You’re gonna be their main target.” Tommy rests his hand on her shoulder, but she’s quick to shove it off.

“That’s kind of the point.”

“Ellie-”

“I don’t care,” Her voice rises, “I’m getting her back, and nobody’s stopping me.” She marches out the way they came, and Dina and Jesse sigh, following close behind her.

“Dina!” Maria calls. She whips her head back to look at her. “Watch out for her alright? Make sure she comes back with her head.”

Dina nods, “I think she plans to come back with much more than that.”

…

You scream a sharp cry of pain, whimpering at the harsh sting of the knife gliding across your skin. Your bra is soaked in blood since your shirt had been torn open so he could slice your collarbones, and you can feel the cool drip of it hitting your thighs. You lean your head back and whine, forcing yourself not to cry out again as the knife drags down the side of your arm.

“Dave, are you sure we can’t be done with her yet?” Molly, the redhead, asks. When you lean your head up just a bit through blurry tears and blood from your hairline, you see the horrified looks of the others surrounding him. As horrified as they are, they’re still sickly enjoying it, which makes you even more terrified.

“No,” he coldly replies, “we’re not done until I say we’re done.” You earn another punch across the face, you spit out the blood in your mouth onto your lap, coughing as you catch your breath.

“You’ve- you’ve made your point,” you said roughly, your voice cracking as you say it. “Just end me for gods sake, man.”

“Heh,” he chuckles, “you’d like that, huh? A swift end to your suffering? Well that’s not gonna happen, bitch.” The knife glides across the flesh of your stomach, causing you to scream out in pain again.

The brunette speaks up this time, “I know you want her to suffer, but… Daisy didn’t suffer dude. You’ve gotten your revenge, let’s just end it and get out of here before she gets here.”

“I plan on her being here.”

The group stiffens in horror.

“WHAT?!” They all shout, immediately starting to panic.

“You’re shitting me man-”

“We’re gonna fucking die.”

“She’s probably already on her way here with their shit ton of guns!”

“You think she’s just gonna let this go? You fucking tore up her girlfriend, man!”

“Y/N here was just the start of it, I’m ending her tonight.” You start fighting against the ropes confining your legs and hands after he said that.

“Ohhhh!” He laughs loudly, “Did I say something that bothered you, sweetheart?”

“You’re not gonna fucking touch her!” You snarl, spitting blood in his face.

He wipes it off, leaning his hands on his knees as he gets real close to your face. “I don’t think you’re gonna do much from this position, girl. You’re gonna sit here and watch as Williams comes in here and attempts to save you..” he says condescendingly, “and you’re gonna see the life leave her eyes as I slit her throat.”

You glare menacingly at the man, yelling at him and fighting to rip out of your chair, but he ignores you, and so do the others as they leave your room. You yell for hours, but it weakens you, and eventually, you become too tired and succumb to black nothingness.

...

"This is it," Ellie says, looking back at Dina and Jesse.

"How do you know?" Jesse asks, walking up beside her.

"Because, I recognize the building. Let's go!" She snaps quietly, waving her hand for them to follow her. They trek sneakily through the grass right up against the side of the building, and Jesse watches behind them to make sure no one is following. Sneaking out of Jackson wasn't hard, but they're very aware their absence has probably already been noticed, especially since Ellie didn't exactly hide the fact this was her plan in the first place.

The three crouch even lower when they hear voices coming through the open window right above them. Dina, being in the middle, throws her hands over the other two so they don't pop up too early and get themselves caught.

"Cool it. Let's not make ourselves known until we've at least gotten her out of there, yeah?" Ellie grumbles and Jessie just nods. "Good. Now, the five that were with the girl are most likely in there, one of them the boyfriend, so they're gonna be on our asses ready to kill. Shoot if you have to, but remember, the goal is getting Y/N out, not killing everyone-"

"This isn't going to end until they're dead, Dina," Ellie says, "I'm gonna do whatever it takes, and if that means everyone in that building dies, so be it." Without warning, she throws her gun behind her on her back and pushes herself over the wall into the awaiting room of the building.

"Well, guess we're goin' then." Jessie mutters. Dina huffs in response but is quick to follow her inside, Jessie right behind her.

Once they enter the building, they're able to hear some of the voices more clearly. The room contains two doors, both completely open, so the chance of getting caught is slightly greater now. Ellie signals two coming from the right, and two coming from the left, so Dina and Jessie split to take each side. Ellie lets Jessie take the lead into the next room, and waits until Dina is out of sight to make her next move. Once she's in the room once over, she realizes how big this room is, and Jessie is already on the other side near the two men, watching them in case they hear Ellie. Neither of them are him.

To the left, there's a long, straight hallway with what seems to be cells, with all the bars and all. Right as she's about to uncover herself, a shot rings out through the building and women start screaming.

Dina.

The men look at each other quickly and take off for the door she just entered. Jessie springs up from his spot and starts shooting at them, hitting his mark as they both crumple to the ground with bullets in their legs.

"Go!" Jessie yells at Ellie, and she takes off for the hallway. She pushes so hard her legs feel like they're gonna give out, but she ignores it and grits her teeth, determined to find you. Hopefully unharmed.

But she knows better though. She killed his girlfriend. If it were the other way around, and he killed you, she wouldn't have let that bitch live for another minute. She forces it out of her mind when she catches a sliver of your hair as she nearly passes up your cell. Ellie suddenly halts, backing up to run to your door. She struggles with the lock for a moment, but she quickly takes her gun to repeatedly jam it into the lock so it breaks apart. Once she throws the door open, she's next to you in a second, softly placing her hands on your face so you lift your head.

She hears you grumble and she sighs with relief. You're not dead.

"Hey, baby, I'm here. Let's get you outta' here yeah?" She talks quietly, nearly a whisper so you barely hear her, but you feel her hands on your skin so you start squirming.

"No no no, stop, please-"

"It's Ellie. It's Ellie, baby, you're okay." Your eyes open slightly, and tears start to fall against your face. You whimper and slump forward once the ropes are off your wrists, not able to keep yourself up. You whisper her name and she nods, taking your arms to wrap them around her neck before she picks you up to cradle you against her chest. "Yeah, me. Ellie. I'm here now. You're gonna be okay."

Your face nudges her shoulder as you dig yourself deeper into her embrace, and once you're settled she turns and runs out of the cell with you now in her arms.

She makes it half way back down the hallway when she hears a click.

A gun click.

"Stop."

She closes her eyes shut and huffs out a breath, letting her head fall back towards the ceiling. Shit.

"Turn around."

As slowly as she can, she spins around to face him, making eye contact as soon as she lifts her gaze from the ground. Surprisingly, he's smirking.

"You're here. Finally." He forces a laugh, "What took you so long? Figured you'd be here hours ago."

Ellie ignores the comment and stays quiet, glaring at him menacingly.

"What, no excuse? Alright." He shakes his head, and starts shaking the gun in his hand, pointing it in her direction. "You know who I am, right?"

"I know who you are."

He smiles, throwing his hands up, "Good! Good, that's great. I'm glad." He huffs out another laugh, but it's cut short when he drops the facade and his face turns daunting. "You know my name?"

"Your name doesn't mean shit." Ellie says.

"Dave. You should know since... you should always be able to put a name to the face who's about to ruin your whole damn life." Ellie's face doesn't change, but she starts to worry. She doesn't know what she's gonna do with you if she has to fight. "I know your name, Ellie. I know... your name, where you live," he starts to count off his fingers, "who you love, who was here that night, I know everything about you."

"Aw, how sweet."

"Yeah, joke about it now. You're not gonna be laughing when I blow your brains out."

"Does it look like I'm laughing?" Ellie lifts her chin, keeping her head high. "I know what I did, Dave. You should have taken me, this had nothing to do with her-"

"Oh, Ellie, but it did!" He interrupts. "It did because you wanna' know why? She's your girl. You took mine, I took yours. End of story."

Ellie grunts. "She was gonna kill someone who was important to me. It was either her or him."

"Blah, blah, blah, I don't care. Daisy was important to me, and you killed her."

"Daisy didn't suffer! You tortured her!" Ellie screamed.

"I suffered, Ellie. You would've done the same." He keeps his voice leveled. "We're the same you and I."

"Maybe. The only difference is that I'm gonna walk out of here alive and you're gonna be dead."

You don't see much of it. One minute you were in her arms and the next you were slumped against the wall watching her bang his head against the ground five times. At first she had the upper hand, but when she stopped, he threw his head back and slammed it hard on her nose. You heard her groan, you heard him scream, but your eyes were sort of blurry and it was so hard to lift your head.

You don't know how long you're there, it could have been a minute or an hour, but they don't stop, they never stop.

When you're able to see a little better, you see him pressing her body against the bars with an arm over her throat, choking her. She gasps for air and her hands are pushing his shoulders, but he doesn't give. You whimper on the ground as you try to move, but you just fall to your side on the floor.

"She's mine, now."

"Like hell." She sputters out. She shoves her thumbs up and into his eyes, digging her nails in causing him to scream in pain and let her go. She knees him in the crotch and watches him collapse to the floor. He groans, holding himself on the floor as Ellie towers over him.

He lifts his head to glare at her, but then he screams, "Just kill me!"

"Gladly." She whips out the gun from her belt behind her and shoots him point blank between the eyes. His head smacks the ground and his body twitches before it stops and lies motionless. Ellie stares at him for a second before her head snaps to you, lying on the ground in a crumpled sort of position and she runs to you, lifting your head to look at you properly.

"Baby, you there? You okay?"

Loud boots are heard stomping down the hallway and Ellie lifts her gun, prepared to shoot again before she realizes it's just Dina and Jessie. They come to a stop, breathing hard from their fight, but they still when they see you on the ground. Their eyes change from shock to horror, but Ellie doesn't pay attention.

"They all dead?" Ellie asks as she grabs you and cradles you in her arms again.

"Yeah..." Dina breathes, and Jessie nods. Even though you're leaning on Ellie's shoulder, you can still see them holding hands, and it makes you smile.

"Good. Let's go."

...

"It was reckless!"

"But she's here isn't she? We got her back!"

"You put her at risk-"

"She was already at risk, Joel! She was being tortured, it really couldn't have gotten much worse than that!"

"-and you three put your lives at risk, Ellie!-"

Their voices get louder and louder as you start to wake up and gain consciousness. You almost couldn't tell who it was at first when you began to slowly blink your eyes open, but as you listened to more and more of what they were arguing about, it was pretty clear who it was.

You feel the softness of a couch beneath you, and a pair of jeans rubbing against your ear. You already know it's Dina who has your head in her lap, the gentle rub on your arm giving it away. Without hinting to Dina that you're awake yet, you look around the room to see who's with you. You're in Tommy and Maria's living room; Tommy and Maria reside in the corner on a chair together, Jessie sits on the arm at the other end of the couch, and other than Dina, it's just Joel and Ellie that's left. They all look defeated and grave as they sit and listen to their argument, one that you're starting to comprehend.

You guess you were doing a bit too much shifting around because suddenly Dina's hand stops moving and her head comes into view.

"Guys, shut up, I think she's waking up!"

All of a sudden, all the attention in the room is on you, and you rub your eyes as you sit up, making it seem like you didn't just hear part of their conversation. Ellie's face lights up and she moves from across the room to kneel in front of you, helping you and Dina sit you up from your laid down position.

"Hi, baby, how you feelin'?" Ellie's soft voice is comforting to your ears, so different from how she sounded two seconds ago.

"Hi," you rasp, clearing your throat so you don't sound so hoarse, "I'm okay, I think. What time is it?"

"It's a little after 8 o'clock," she says, "do you want something to eat? Or do you want water?"

You nod your head, "I'll take some water."

"I'll get it for you." Jessie says, leaving the room to get you a glass. You look around and examine their faces, and the way they're looking at you starts to make you feel overwhelmed.

"What? You're looking at me like I'm a ghost or something." You chuckle halfheartedly to yourself, but none of them laugh with you. Ellie grips your hand, bringing your attention to her for a moment, and it's then that you notice how much emotion is being held in features as she stares at you. You can tell she wants to cry, but she holds it in her chest, shoving it down deep, so it doesn't bubble up in front of everyone. You grip back as hard as you can.

Nobody talks until Jessie gets back. He hands the glass of water to you with a gentle smile, rubbing your shoulder gently as he passes by and sits next to you on the couch. You awkwardly take small sips as they sit and stare, watching you, as if you're gonna fall or die on the spot or something. After about five minutes, you couldn't take it anymore.

"Okay, is someone going to say something, or are we all just going to sit here and stare at me?"

Ellie hides her laugh a little bit, breaking the silence, and Joel gives her a look.

"You've been through a lot, why don't you go get some rest?" Joel suggests. You want to make a comment about his and Ellie's argument, but you hold back for now. That can be hashed out in the morning, for now, you'd rather go lay in bed with Ellie.

Just as you think about going home, you remember what happened there and what the house must still look like. There's no way Ellie even went back into the house after seeing it, much less to clean it, from what you can assume she probably left right away. You look at Ellie, and she's already speaking, and lending you a hand to stand up.

"We're gonna stay here tonight, Tommy and Maria offered us a room. Just so everyone can stay together." She gives you a tight-lipped smile, and you know as soon as you get to the bedroom and you're alone, she'll probably tell you more.

"No problem, I'd like that. Thank you guys."

"Of course, honey. Get some rest, we'll see you in the morning." Maria offers a kind smile. Then her, Tommy, and Joel leave the room and head to the kitchen where they start a small, quiet conversation with themselves.

"Thanks for... everything," You turn to Dina and Jessie, giving their hands a squeeze, "I don't really know what else to say."

"You don't have to say anything, babe. You know we got you." Dina pulls you into a tight embrace, and Jessie follows suit, wrapping his lanky arms around the both of you.

"Yeah, you know we got your back. Even against crazy psycho cults." Jessie adds. Ellie and Dina give him the most point blank stare you've ever seen, and it makes you laugh, maybe a little too hard because you wince and hold your ribs.

"Stop, Jessie, you're making me laugh." He smiles, giving your head a rub and messing your hair up even more.

"Okay, let's go." Ellie grabs your hand and wraps her other arm around your waist as she leads you up the stairs, while you give Dina and Jessie one last smile. Once they're out of sight and you guys are up the stairs, you finally let yourself lean into Ellie and let her take your weight. You didn't realize how much pain you were in until now, but you think the shock of seeing everyone again all of a sudden must have just worn off. "I got you baby, we're almost there." Ellie says into your ear, giving you a kiss on the side of your head as you make it to the top of the stairs.

She sets you on the bed before going back to close the door, giving you a once over as soon as she's standing in front of you again. You offer your arms out, and she steps closer, letting your face fall into her stomach and your hands come up to wrap around her body. She feels your sigh of relief almost instantly, and it makes her cup your head and lean into you as close as she possibly can.

"I'm so sorry, sweetheart." She whispers.

"For what?" You look up at her.

"I should have been there. I shouldn't have left you that morning-"

"Ellie, you were on patrol, you couldn't have known-"

"It was still too soon after everything that happened. I didn't want to leave you in the first place and I shouldn't have." She's shaking her head, eyes closed, and her hands in a fist with your shirt enclosed in them. You know no matter what you say, she won't listen to it, so you just rub her sides.

"You saved me, Els. I'm home because of you." She nods her head and glances down at you, cupping your cheeks.

"I would have never stopped until you were."

You nod back, "I know." You pull her down so your faces are level and kiss her, taking her by surprise. Of course, she returns the kiss, and it's so soft, so comforting, familiar and safe.

Ellie changes into sweats and a t-shirt quickly so she can help you get into your clothes, which is the exact same thing as she's wearing, and get you under the covers faster. Once you both are changed, she holds up the blankets so you can slide under, and once you're settled you let your head hit the pillow and close your eyes. You breathe deeply, calming your heart, and trying to force your mind to settle down. Ellie's arms snake around you, pulling you close to her chest.

"I'm never leaving you again."

You smile, and kiss right above her collarbone where your head is resting against her chest.

"I don't doubt it."

#the title has no particular meaning I just thought it was cool lmao #i guess you can say dave was the dead man walking #ellie williams x reader #ellie williams x female reader #ellie williams x you #ellie williams x y/n #ellie williams tlou #ellie x fem reader #ellie williams #the last of us

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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, A2 part 28 (fixed)

Synopsis: It’s been over a year since we were brought under Alastor’s watchful eye. We’ve unlocked our Demonic powers, discovered our own talents, and began building the Safe Haven with Charlie and co. Alastor seems increasingly interested in the power we hold as one and intends to use it properly.

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Part 28: my turn

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Adam had tied me to a chair in an empty, stale, and cold metal room, then left me. I was alone with a headband strapped on to keep my magic away. My connection with Alastor was slow to return, strands gradually stringing together and re-tying the knots. It wasn't entirely gone, to my great relief, but it took a lot of time for it to mend itself.

Some time later, when our connection was a bit stronger, I felt him panic. My own panic rose in my throat as I tried wrenching my limbs out of the tight ropes pinning them to the chair. This was all part of Blackwater's plan. It had to be. He was trying to separate us.

The thought I might be just as dangerous that he would need to keep me away and contained, sent a flare of pride in my chest.

A minute later, the panic turned to genuine fear. I let out a loud cry as I tried to pull my limbs free, blood dripping down from where the rope dug into my skin. I reached for my magic but it wasn't there. I threw my head back against the wall but there was no wall. The force threw me backwards and I landed painfully on my back as well as my tied hands with a loud echo. My hands throbbed in pain.

Our connection grew stronger, still. Pain came shooting through it. Something was cutting into the sides of his head and I let out a scream, feeling as if he was screaming through me. I banged my head against the floor in an effort to remove the headband but, like before, the important part of the contraption was on the front most part of my head.

I stopped thrashing and went strangely still. I closed my eyes and pushed through the pain of our connection. His presence was far, very far, and his magic was even further. I anchored myself to our connection and veered off. My magic was all over the place but I found myself drawing them closer together. It was slow and took all my concentration, sometimes losing the pieces when Alastor let out another scream. What was Blackwater doing to him?

I was running out of time. I used what little magic I had and imagined lava sprouting from the metal headband. It felt like I was sweating and my back contorted from the amount of mental effort this was taking. I was doing it, but I could lose it within a millisecond if I lost focus. Take it slow. You'll get to him in time.

Trust the process.

My body felt like it was shaking. My head was throbbing from the work, pulsing beneath the headband and into my neck. So close. Almost there.

Alastor screamed again. My metaphorical hands fumbled, nearly losing the balance of it all. I was going to get to him. I could get to him in time.

Just hold out for me.

Searing pain blinded me and I was abruptly thrown back into the chair, all my progress lost. I let out a cry as the pain dared to break through my skull. My magic flew into my hands and the ropes around my limbs burst into flames. I rolled off the fallen chair and wiped my forehead free of...magma?

The headband had melted and my magic was back.

I had done it.

I closed my eyes and clawed my way through our soul connection. Alastor's energy was gone and the connection almost felt transparent. I kept moving, faster and faster, desperation fueling my adrenaline. I tried calling out to him but he wasn't responding.

He felt limb. Defeated. Gone.

My shadow touched his and I melted with it, stealing the last of his energy and power to teleport myself. I stayed in a shadow and crept along the wall, my mind expanding as the shadow enclosed the room entirely.

Alastor was strapped to a near horizontal chair and a surgeon was using a terrifying-looking tool on the side of his head. His entire face and side was coated in dark blood. His eyes were closed but he was still alive.

Alcine sprouted from my shadow's shoulder and took our Dragon form, mouth opening wide along the wall in a howl. Alastor's shadow weaved through the floor and towered behind the surgeon, drawing open his sharp, wide mouth, cackling as Alastor had always done.

I pulled myself through the wall and took my Demon form, the shadows unwrapping my body and separating from each other, still connected to me at my feet. I took a few steps forward and stopped, narrow eyes watching the surgeon as he backed away from me, from Alastor. I'm not sure what he was trying to do to him but I didn't care. Alcine grabbed his feet and dragged him across the floor.

His soul was bright, bright with fear, and I obeyed the urge to wrap my own hands around it. I gave a testing pull, his soul making a horrible sound like chalk on a chalkboard as I attempted to separate his soul from his body. Surprised by this new skill, I let the soul snap back into its original place. A moment later I impaled my claws into his chest right over his heart. His eyes widened, mouth probably agape behind the mask, and sputtered on his own blood.

I yanked my claws out and stood up, abandoning his withering form as his soul slowly merged with mine and came trapped beside the many other souls I still held onto.

I undid the belt covered his eyebrows and caught his head as it limped forward. I attempted to heal the massive wound, stitching his skin back together before he could wake up to feel the pain. It was slow. My magic felt like I was walking through mud. It took a lot of concentration just to stop the bleeding. There must be more of Blackwater's magic dampening technology.

I briefly stopped healing and let Alcine and Alastor's shadow run through the huge factory. They found any wires they could and snapped them. I had to lean against Alastor's still form as all my concentration and energy was diverted to the shadows.

Finally, the heavy mugginess disappeared and my full power returned. I gently grabbed Alastor's face, hands covered in his blood, and continued my healing. I healed it just enough that his skin was molded back together and the bleeding had stopped. I gave some of my energy to him and felt him stir.

"What did they do to you?" I whispered, thumb smearing blood across his cheek.

The door flew open. Blackwater stood in the doorway, eyes widening at the sight of me. Immediately I threw vines at him as he did to me. It impaled my shoulder, my chest, and threw me on my back. I sucked in air as I pulled the vine out, realizing too late that it had huge thorns. I barely healed the injury as I sat up with a groan.

I saw Blackwater on his back, my own vine impaling him in the same place. I wrenched it free and his head snapped up to look at me. He used his good arm to push himself to a sitting position.

"How did—"

I launched at him before he could finish. He casted fire right under me and I used wind to throw myself higher. I landed awkwardly on my back outside the room and rolled to face him. Bullets grazed my arm as guards began shooting at me. I weaved around the pillars of the balcony above and used a 'force field' to evade the bullets.

Blackwater chased me with more fire. He bent the metal under my feet, casted objects at my head, threw wind into my side, and pulled water out of nowhere to drown me.

I casted the water away and threw his form into one of the pillars. I moved to jump but a vine sprouted from the floor to grip my ankle. The gunshots continued. I bent their guns skyward and heard a few of them backfire painfully.

More vines appeared. They laced together and stretched over my head. Within seconds I was in a ball of horned vines.

"You're harder to deal with than Alastor," Blackwater used the pillar to push himself to his feet, "How did disappointing."

"Alastor doesn't cheat," I argued. The vines were uncomfortably close, thorns grazing my arm from a mere shift in my weight.

Blackwater lifted his hands on either side in a shrug gesture. "What was that you said to Striker? Demons don't play fair?"

My stomach dropped. I stared at him through the vines, guards on watch on the balconies and cheers and cries from the prisoners. 

I was back in a ring. 

I had tried so hard to leave that life behind, to fix my soul, to do better, but it always brought me right back where I didn't want to be.

My body shivered as Alastor looked through my eyes. I saw flashes of the procedure he had to endure while awake. I heard the chants from the prisoners to kill Blackwater, to set them free, to put this unrest to rest. 

Alastor had been right. He had always been right. There was no escaping my nature. You could put a sword on the shelf but when it was needed, it was ready to kill once again. And kill I would if it meant Alastor could live, if Reagan could walk carefree with me beyond the borders, if my haven could be safe. 

I reached out for Blackwater's soul and grabbed it. He froze. He fought me and he fought me hard. His soul was anchored tightly to his body but the harder I tugged the more his strings stretched and frayed. He collapsed on the floor and the vines around me inched away as all eyes went to him. I sprouted my own vines to pry them open and jump out. 

I morphed into my Dragon and clamped my mouth on a hard pillar. Fire scalded my scales and I reared back, head hitting the platform and sending the guards flying. I went into my shadow and flew around the walls. Blackwater spun in an attempt to keep his eyes on me, but I was faster. I used to run circles around my opponents in a small ring but now I was in a large prison with plenty of obstacles to hide along. 

I grabbed his soul again. He lashed out with different magic but it did nothing to my shadowy form. I let out a laugh as I tugged again, earning a cry of panic this time. 

I was starting to understand Alastor's perspective. 

A fleeting thought came to my mind - Blackwater withholding oxygen to the entire prison. A second later I found it took a lot of effort to breathe normally. I tried to dampen his magic, to prevent him from using it, but I couldn't. The way in which he was using magic made it impossible to fight him with normal-styled magic. 

I drew in oxygen from upstairs to keep myself awake as guards and prisoners collapsed. I closed his throat and watched him suffer from his own medicine. He fell to his knees, clawing at nothing and eyes searching for me. I melded into my Demon form and walked up from behind. I casted the entire prison in darkness and let the oxygen come back into the room. 

I grabbed hold of Blackwater's soul, tainted like black blood, and at the same time grabbing his throat. I held the back of his head against my side, claws digging into his skin so it bleed. He was suffocating from the lack of oxygen, physical body bleeding to death, and soul being held tightly in my grasp. 

"You can't beat someone who fought her entire life, and finally found something worth fighting for," I said loudly, voice echoing off the metal walls. His soul loosened as his body began to die. I grabbed hold of his soul with two metaphorical claws and wrenched it the rest of the way, a horrible, sickening, popping sound heard only to my ears, and dragged him far away from the other souls. 

His body fell limp and I let it crash into the floor. I pushed the darkness away to reveal his dead body to the onlooker. The guards stared, unmoving. Their great leader lay in his own pool of blood at the feet of Demon. A Demon who didn't give them a cause for concern, who didn't give anyone a cause for concern. But now I did.

I reached through the magic plains and towered above the shaking souls. I caught two in my fingers and pulled their souls free from their bodies prematurely. Their cries echoed in my ear but for the first time...

It didn't bother me. 

I caught one more before the others came back to the physical word and made a run for the stairs, locking the metal doors shut.

I spun away from Blackwater's body, feeling his soul fighting against my restraints, and walked into the room Alastor was in. The prisoners cried for help but I ignored them, attention solely on my injured soulmate. 

Holding my injured, aching arm, I sat on the edge of the seat. He mumbled my name as I melted the metal cuffs away. As soon as his hands were free, he brought his knuckles up to lazily brush against my cheek. His energy was still trying to crawl back.

"L-Love," he whispered.

"I'm here." I pressed his hand against my cheek and planted a kiss on his wrist. "It's over."

He licked his lips. His voice was void of his radio filter and cracked as he said, "Blackwater. Where–"

"He's dead."

His tired eyebrows moved to make him look upset. He licked his lips before he struggled to ask, "His soul...where?" 

"I have him. He's locked away, I promise."

"Use--" he turned his head away to cough, "use others souls...to keep him under."

"I know." I placed another kiss on his wrist. 

He let out a sigh and his smile turned genuine. He closed his eyes. "That's my girl."

The phrase caused butterflies in my stomach. I kissed him on the nose to steal a taste of his sweet blood. "I'll be right back." 

It almost sounded like a whine as I stood up, his arm falling limp on his lap from the disconnect. I climbed the stairs to the top level where another set of stairs continued upward. I faced the prison and lifted my arms. The locks on all the cells cracked open, the cell doors sliding painfully loud. Red lights flashed and an annoying alarm went off. I broke the earth down on the one staircase behind me and jammed the metal doors shut.

I barked out an order for everyone to gather in the center of the prison. They obeyed, half running and half limping. I waited until each of them had pushed close together and heads tilted back to look at me. I heard men moving the earth in the blocked stairwell.

I felt Alastor look through my eyes again.

Stretching my black claws out, I watched as the ground beneath the group began to lighten up and create a symbol. The purple grew brighter, my energy depleting, as I teleported the entire group just outside the Haven's borders. The guards will ensure nothing happens to them or the haven.

Clanging shook the door behind me. I used a hair of magic to wrench metal free from the stair railing. I leaned against the wall next to the door and waited. I was trying to catch my breath and failing. I was so tired. I just wanted to sleep.

I bent the metal under the door so it curved up and served as a door stop. It did nothing as they began bending the door from its hinges with magic.

This alarm needed to just shut up.

That's when my nose caught a scent. Gas.

I casted the gas through the open hole and up the stairs. I dragged it across every square inch of this huge factory. This place was in ice? No wonder we couldn't find him.

Alcine gripped my shoulders. I melted with her and came to stand beside Alastor. He had clambered off the chair and was laying against the wall, head hanging low and body shaking.

The smell of gas was strong here.

I put my arm around his back and let his head hit my shoulder. I grabbed his opposite leg and drew in energy from my imprisoned souls to run with our shadows.

We came up to the snowy landscape. I drew in a sharp breath as the cold hit me in the face. I fixed my body temperature and let it seep into Alastor's. I and to gather energy and brace myself before every magic action. My mind went with Alcine but my body stayed behind. It took but a spark of fire to engulf the entire factory in flames.

The ground shook. I opened my eyes to the cold snow again. My head hurt as everything shook. I saw the ice crack dangerously close. The spot we were sitting on shifted and it took more effort from the souls to keep myself and Alastor from slipping into the dark abyss. My claws shook from the strain.

The factory was sinking. It was falling into the ice and drowning in the cold water beneath. How deep was this water? The thought terrified me.

I drew on more energy from the souls and painted the ice and snow in my symbol. I wrapped my arms around Alastor's upper body while my tail hooked his legs. My body buzzed and everything felt very light and like we were thinning. Soft, warm grass touched my knees when we manifested.

Alastor withdrew his energy from me and slumped further in my arms. I hadn't even realized he had been giving me some energy. I looked around, realizing I had teleported us to the forest just beyond our borders. I called for help, the wind carrying my cry, as I laid Alastor flat on his back as carefully as I could.

I kept calling, crying, and casting until I felt Husker's presence touch mine. I felt the urgency and the sound of his wings flapping. Relief overwhelmed me. Before I could cry from relief, I fell unconscious beside Alastor.

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Author's Note:

I like this version much much better. Thoughts?

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Taglist:

@wendigonamecaller @saccharine-nectarine @thesimpybitch @papas-ghoulette

#demi demon #alastor the radio demon #alastor x reader #hazbin alastor #hazbin hotel #soulmate au #soulmates #reqs open

[dirtybitfic]

Therapy pt 4

matt sturniolo x fem reader

contains- head (fem receiving), being caught, Dom matt, hair pulling, other normal shit.

dessert Matt says as he walks closer to you.

you swallow understanding what he means as his eyes darken and he finally reaches you looking down at you as you sit there and look up at him.

he pulls your chair back a bit as he kneels in front of you sliding his hands up and down your thighs. You slump back in the chair as he slowly lifts the shirt of his your wearing and admires your bare body underneath.

he pulls you closer to his face so you're sitting on the edge of the chair . He lifts your thighs onto his shoulders as slowly kisses from your knee all the way to your heat.

mmm you whine as he slowly licks up and down . He starts sucking on your clit making you cry out and buck into his face.

F-fuck oh my god you moan louder than you meant too. He slaps your thigh hard.

You need to stay quiet he says in a warning tone . He doesn't want nick hearing you and waking up .

Y-yes sir i'm sorry you say looking down at him .

good girl he says before going back to your dripping pussy as he licks and sucks. You try your best to keep your moans quiet as he sucks on your clit .

OH F... you get cut off by his fingers in your mouth . He's sucking the perfect spot that has your legs shaking around his head and closing in on him .

He pulls his fingers out and grabs you by your throat .

I will not tell you again . Be.quiet he says in a demanding tone.

o-okay im s-sorry it just feels so good. he goes back to licking and sucking moving his hand from your neck to cover your mouth to muffle any noises you make.

Your legs continue shaking around his head as he Barries his face deeper into you and adds a finger intensifying the pleasure. He finger fucks you as he brings his face away for a second.

hold your fucking legs open for me he growls as he goes back down to continue sucking your clit.

you move your hands to hold behind your knees as you look down at him in between your legs . He looks up at you which makes you moan into his hand causing him to smile against your pussy as he starts flicking his tongue on the perfect spot.

MMMm you scream into his hand . he slaps you and grabs your cheeks .

Shut the fuck up slut he says as he speeds his finger movements up hitting your g-spot repeatedly .

you're breathing so loud trying to keep your moans from slipping out.

he moves his hand back over your mouth this time pinching your nose too .Taking away your ability to breathe. It has your orgasm coming in faster than ever.

your legs start trembling non stop and you loose grip as they drop down onto his shoulders as he sucks your clit and his fingers bang into your g-spot.

since you cant breathe nor speak you slap his arm repeatedly signaling you're about to cum.

cum all over my face and figures slut he groans as he goes back to sucking on your throbbing clit.

he stops pinching your nose as you scream into his hand as you squirt all over him and the wall behind him under the island where he's in-between your legs.

he uncovers your mouth as you let out much needed breathes.

he still licking and sucking like your the last thing he'll ever taste.

m-matt st-stop i c-cant

you'll take it until i'm done with this sweet little pussy

mmmm b-but ...

shut your fucking mouth and take it like a good girl

f-fuck you cry out as tears start to well up in your eyes at the overstimulation. Its feels so good but after the earlier events of the night your pussy is begging for a break.

you throw your head back and immediately jump . Making eye contact with Chris who's standing in the entry to the kitchen .

he smiles at you as you immediately turn back to matt .

m-matt stop stop

he doesn't and you start slapping his back as you try not to moan at how good it feels since chris is right behind you only a couple feet away.

M-matt stop Chris is I-in here

chris walks further in making you embarrassed and nervous.

don't let me stop you matt he says as he walks behind your chair and traces your shaking shoulder with his pointer finger.

w-what no matt s-stop I - I-dont he starts sucking harder as his figures curl inside you hitting the perfect spot.

what you don't want cum on my brothers mouth in front of me he asks into your ear making you shiver .

you whine as you feel yourself getting closer by the second .

you do have a thing for voyeurism so having Chris watch has you turned on but also embarrassed .

mmm no I think you like me watching don't you

mm-no you moan trying to make it seem like you don't like it .

mmm and I think you're a fucking liar he says before his hand is pressing down on your stomach adding to the pleasure matts giving you .

a-ah f-fuck I- im gonna you cry out as you feel the pressure building .

do it chris says in your ear as you look down at matt to see him already looking at you with a smirk on his face.

you immediately squirt all over him and soaking the chair underneath you .

o-oh my f-fucking god you whine as you come down from your high and Chris lifts his hand and Matt unlatches his mouth and pulls out his fingers.

keep her around she's fun Chris says before walking to the fridge to get a water.

Matt smirks at you . Oh trust me i'm planning on keeping her around for a very. long. time he says in a deep tone .

You sigh as you close your legs after catching Chris look down at your soaked pussy.

he smirks and comes back over to where you and Matt are as he bends down to whisper in your ear.

don't think I didn't notice the way you pulsed when you caught me looking he says making you gasp.

okay leave her alone Chris matt says as he helps you stand up and throws a towel down on the chair to soak up your juices.

im just having fun chris says patting you on the back .

good night he says before walking away like nothing had just happened.

you look at Matt . Matt what the fuck was that you ask with furrowed brows and a confused look on your face.

what you didn't enjoy that ? he asks with a smirk on his face. He knows all you're kinks so you cant even fool him if you try to lie.

I- I don't know it was just... a little bit weird

why? Because he's my brother

yeah I guess I don't know I just... didn't think you'd let him do that.

Oh trust me thats the first and last time i'll let him touch what's mine he says in a deep tone as he leans down to get in your face.

oh what's yours huh? you ask in a joking tone.

mhm he says before pulling you into a deep kiss

you both pull away as you look up at him .

I like the sound of that you say referring to him calling you "his"

oh I bet you do he says smiling and placing a kiss on your forehead.

I need to call all my clients for today he says as he starts walking back to the stairs leading to his room you follow him .

why you ask confused

well its now... 6 am and we've gotten no sleep . Id much rather spend the day in bed... with you . instead of in the office trying to stay awake for 7 hours.

ahh good point I guess I wouldn't mind spending the day in bed with you you say in a joking manner rolling your eyes playfully.

You enter his room and he goes to the closet grabbing you a sweatshirt to put on since the entire bottom of the shirt you have on is soaked from earlier activities. He also grabs a changes of clothes since his were soaked.

you both change and he takes your clothes from last night and the stuff you both just changed out of to the laundry.

Im gonna call my clients real quick feel free to roam around a bit until i'm done and i'll come find you he says smiling at you.

okay i'm gonna go to the greenhouse hopefully ill catch the sunrise you say with big smile and clasp your hands together before leaving the room and trying to find your way to the greenhouse.

You reach the stairs that lead to the greenhouse and as you make your way up you run into someone.

Oh shit i'm so sorry you frantically say to whoever you bumped into .

you're good girl . where were you headed who your guessing can only be nick.

The greenhouse actually Matt told me that you planted everything in there

ahh yeah I love the green house i'm actually headed there now come on he says as he walks with you to the greenhouse.

you follow him in and smile as you look through the glass ceiling and the bright color filled sky.

wow its beautiful in here at sunrise

it really is he says smiling at you . you look very familiar he says furrowing his eyebrows

yeah I um- I met you briefly yesterday ... in matts office you say awkwardly not knowing how he'll react.

ahhh yes you had a really cool outfit on I remember... y/n right

yeah that was me

mmm . I haven't seen Matt bring home girl in years he says smiling at you with a small chuckle let alone a client

hmmm you hum with a smile .

I love the night rider lilies you planted in here they are my favorite flower

you know I can see that they fit your vibe he says smiling at you .

Thank you thats probably the best compliment ever ever gotten

no problem . I have to go meet my boyfriend for coffee but hopefully i'll see you later? he smiles at you as he makes his way to the exit doors .

yeah by the looks of it I won't be leaving anytime soon but I don't mind I could stay in this house forever and be happy you say smiling .

well see you later then he says before exiting and making his way to the front of the house .

you decide to sit on a bench by the fountain in one of the corners and watch the sun fully rise . You smile to yourself . Never in a million years did you think that therapy would actually be enjoyable and definitely didn't think you'd end up fucking your therapist either but you're not mad about the outcome one bit .

You decide to make your way back inside the house since the green house was bit cold since its cold outside and the windows don't do anything to keep heat in. Not to mention you're completely naked under the oversized sweatshirt.

You decide to make your way to the library and sit down in one of the big chairs and read one of the many dark romance books from the shelf.

As you sit there and read you start to get tired and you struggle to keep your eyes open . After you sit there rereading the same page over and over you nod off to sleep.

30 minutes later...

you feel like you're being shaken which causes your eyes to open slowly . You meet eyes with Matt who's smiling softly at you .

Come on sweetheart lets go to bed he says as he picks you up and Carries you back down the stairs and into his room .

He softly lays you under the warm silk sheets and comforter and goes to turn off the lights and shut the window curtains .

he climbs in next to you and pulls you close as you rest your head on his chest and drape a leg over his waist.

night you say in a soft almost inaudible voice

goodnight beautiful he says before you both drift off to sleep.

Part 5 maybe idk I can definitely keep this going if y'all want more but if not then the end ...

lmk if I should make more parts 💋

#matt sturniolo #fanfiction #chris sturniolo #dirty nasty

[cowgurrrl]

La Golondrina

Pairing: Javier Peña x CIA!reader

Author’s note: oooooooohhhh bitch plus disclaimer: I do speak and write Spanish and have for several years and will do so as I see fit for this series!! That being said, it won’t always be a perfect translation as I’m working off my grammatical knowledge and handle of the language. Please be patient :-)

Summary: The prologue [1.1k]

Warnings: backstory before the story, canonical type violence, torture

The heat of the room is suffocating. There are no windows, no fans, no fresh air. Sweat rolls down your back and sticks to your body. It's dark and dank and smells like cigarette smoke and mildew. The only light in the room emits from the crack under the door, the only indication you have of how much time has passed. Your eyes have adjusted to the dark as much as they can, and you can just barely make out the blood slicking the floor and the stained tools in the corner. 

This has been going on for so long. Maybe a few days. A week? You're really not sure. You don't know where you are, but you know the names and faces of the men who've taken turns busting their knuckles across your face. They've taken their time with you just as promised, withholding food and water as they bleed you out. You've done your best not to scream and cry, to not show weakness, as they tortured you for information and shoved a camera in your face to taunt the Agency. You've stayed strong. You've relied on your training. You've done everything you were supposed to. But you're so tired. You want to be done. 

Your head feels like it weighs a million pounds, and all you can do is let it hang dejectedly with your hands behind your back, metal digging unforgivably hard into your wrists. You swear you're burning from the inside out, but that could be the circular burns pressed into your skin. Your ribs ache as your lungs rattle to fight for breath. When will they come back? Did they leave you here to starve? Where the fuck is your team? Are you about to become collateral? The room spins around you, and your stomach churns from the bright pain dancing up your body. 

Unconsciousness dangles in front of you like a shiny carrot, and you're about to make the leap when a loud bang sounds somewhere in the building. Automatic gunfire, screams, and loud orders called in Spanish follow closely behind. The cuffs on your wrists keep you from moving to a safer position to protect yourself from stray bullets. Of course, I would survive being tortured by the cartel just to catch an American bullet, you think. You try to shift your feet in a half-hearted attempt to get down, but the floor is too slippery. You'd laugh if your ears didn't feel like they were splitting in half and your sore body wasn't tense with fear. 

The gunfire gets closer, and you can barely make out a handful of different voices, but you don't know if you recognize any of them. You don't know when the last time you heard a voice that didn't belong to a loyal sicario. You don't know what the fuck is happening. You let your head loll to the side in defeat and wait for the scale to tip. However this ends, you hope it's quick. 

A few more rounds find homes in bodies and walls before the building goes silent. Ringing takes over your senses, and you're almost positive there's blood dripping from your ear. The doorknob jiggles, and you can feel yourself shaking hard. You don't try to stop the tears from rolling down your face anymore. You're too tired. Your body is too weak. You're too ready. Another boom, and you scream as the door crashes down and officers swarm the room. Sunlight floods in and nearly blinds you as you squint against its intensity. Golden bullets wink at you, and barrels swing past you as they clear the room. Nobody gives you a second glance as you sit there, bleeding and trembling. 

"Soy CIA! No dispares!" Your voice doesn't sound like your own, all crackly and deep. You repeat it over and over again and hope that you're not hallucinating when you catch the Colombian flag on someone's vest. A hand lands on your knee, and your body jerks painfully to escape it. You kick at the person kneeling in front of you and let out a choked sob, unable to distinguish if the hand is friend or foe. 

"Hey, hey," a familiar voice says. You blink through tears, find his brown eyes boring into yours, and slump in relief. "You're okay. We're gonna get you outta here." Javi murmurs. He moves hair out of your face and wipes blood from the side of your head. You lean into his touch and let out a shaky sigh. 

"Are they dead?" You ask in English, hoping nobody but him can understand the cruel question. He nods and glances at your own handcuffs, forcing your hands behind you. "Javi, I need you to say it. I need to hear the words. Please." You beg. His hands gently frame your face and make you look at him as his eyes scan your injuries.

"They're all dead. Every single one, okay? You're safe now." He says, and you nod. Steve steps into your eyeline just enough to show you the key in his hands before he moves behind you to unlock the cuffs. Everyone is silent as they watch you. Based on the looks on their faces and how bad you feel, it's a miracle you survived. 

"I'm gonna have to maneuver them to get you out. It's probably gonna hurt." Steve warns. 

"Just do it." You urge and clench your jaw. The metal starts moving, and a pathetic moan slips from your chapped lips. If it weren't for you crying in pain, you would be able to hear a pin drop. Javi keeps you upright as Steve works at the cuffs, and the second the metal drops from your wrists, you fall into Javi's chest. 

"I've got you. You're okay." The words are soothing, and the tone is kind, but you sob anyway. You cling to him like a liferaft as the shock takes over. 

You don't remember exactly what happened after that. You know what they've told you. You know what's written down in a classified folder postmarked for Washington and forever relegated to the White Room. You know what injuries sent you into emergency surgery and which would cause aches for years. But the only thing you can say for certain about that rescue is that you heard Javi's radio chatter in Spanish and English, demanding an update. Steve tried to say something, but Javi beat him to it. Your eardrum was perforated, but you heard his words loud and clear.

“La Golondrina está libre.”

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[dyslexicmammon]

Unwanted

Chapter two

Characters: Lucifer (Obey me!), Solomon (Obey me!) [not together]

CW// SFW, Angst, Yelling, Implied Lucifer x Mc, Implied Solomon x Mc, Nightbringer MC/attendant MC, Unhealthy coping mechanisms (drinking), You/Your & they/them pronouns used, Mammon & reader

Word count: 2,030

A/N: Hello again! Finally wrote chapter 2!~ I've had this sitting in my docs for ages i just couldn't bring myself to post it. I'm not confident in my writing but I'm getting there! I have an idea for chapter 3 but I don't know how long it will take me. I write all of my idea in one siting and painfully re-read it and edit to a point where i think its okay to post aha. I wanted to thank everyone for the notes & hits the first chapter got, it has been a big boost in my writing confidence. Thank you all!! Take care reader

Chapter 1 / Ao3 / Divider credits

“What the FUCK did you do Lucifer!” Mammon stopped the chase as soon as the shield went up. Spinning around and walking back into the foyer of the HOL. He slammed the door behind him before yelling again, so full of anger his wings twitched. “WHAT. THE FUCK. DID YOU DO?!”. Not taking into account how his own actions that day could have done the similar damage.

His anger only grew as the Avatar of Pride responded with the same tone. “SILENCE MAMMON.” Tears prick slowly in the prideful demon's eyes as he quickly makes his way back to his study. Ignoring the screams of his younger brother calling his name.

As he walked down the hallway, the smell of a meal not yet enjoyed slowly started up on him. For the first time since the fall, Lucifer, the Pride of Celestial Realm, became overwhelmed with an emotion he deemed pitiful.

Sadness…

At first his cries were silent. Only the sounds of his breaths hitching as tears welled up in his eyes escaped him. He walked into his study and slammed the door hard behind him. Causing the walls of the House to shake. Locking it swiftly after. Not just with the physical lock but with a spell that not even Lord Diavolo could break.

Mammon yelled after his brother. Demanding he get an answer for why their attendant had just stormed out in tears. He stomped his way up the stairs and made his way to Lucifer's study, ready to give him an earful till his lungs gave out. Mammon followed behind Lucifer as the door slammed followed by a bright light flashed, blinding him temporarily. A faint outline of gold began to surround the door. The surface of the door now shines and shifts like mica powder in oil. A loud, heavenly bell began to ring. The long, drawn out hum rang in Mammons ears.

Quickly screwing his eyes shut and spinning around, Mammon rubbed his eyes hard. Trying to recover from the flash-bang.

After regaining his vision Mammon covered his ears with the palm of his hands and made a run for Levi's room. Stealing a pair of the avatars human standard noise cancelling headphones. They barely cut through the yells of the spell, but stopped it enough where he could drown it out with some music.

Mammon then sat outside Lucifer's room, leaning back and hitting his against the wall softly. He let out an exhausted, angry tinted sigh. His red face slowly dissipates as he calms himself down. Then the waiting game began. He sat outside his older brother's study till the old man had calmed down enough to ask him what the hell happened.

Once the spell fell from Lucifer's lips, he cursed himself out and began to sob. Clasping his gloved hand to his mouth, trying to calm down and keep his composure. He rubbed his upper arm and shoulders in a self soothing way. Fighting back his emotions.

Surely the attendant didn't have that much control over him? Not even his brothers could make him cry. No matter how hard the bastards try. He was stronger than this…

Then why did it hurt so much? The panic in your eyes as you met his gaze in the foyer. The strain in your voice as you yelled the lie that no one cared about you. What did he do wrong that you doubted it… doubted him? Knowing you were being comforted by someone of the likes of Solomon because of his own choices didn’t help the stinging feeling in his chest.

He threw off his gloves and coat. Painfully making his way to his desk, his chest heaving, the smell of the food you made became overwhelming to his senses again.

He looked down at the meal you made.. The tray was decorated with a little note and stickers of the two of you. By looking at the drawings he realised you had made them yourself.. All to try and cheer him up.

You had cooked his favourite stew and poured a glass of demonus for.. both of you? The more he studied the platter you brought the more he realised how bad he fucked up. Two bowls, two wine glasses full of demonus (he can tell you poured it as the glasses were almost full like a champagne flute), two sets of cutlery… Even two tiny bowls of dark chocolate ice cream that were now slowly melting from the heat of the stews surrounding them.

One of the ice creams was absolutely covered in sprinkles. It was so painfully obvious it was your serving. Plain, boring, dark chocolate was his favourite flavour of ice cream at the moment. You didn’t seem to sing the same praises but always ate it anyways. Always trying to find a way to sweeten it up and make it more palatable for your taste buds…

You always ate it with him anyway… Even when your little experiments fell through and didn’t make it sweet enough for you. Lucifer always said that you were sweet enough for him which is why he ate the dark chocolate dessert.

He couldn’t bring himself to look at the dishes any longer. Hanging his head in shame. He pushed the platter away from himself as he sat down. Just enough that he could rest his head on the table. Feeling his stomach start to churn and a lump form in his throat, he began to sob again quietly. Squeezing his hands together and pushing his nails into his skin, causing it to bruise. Trying to divert the aching pain of his heart.

Had he really been so caught up in his work he didn’t notice or care that you made dinner specifically for the both of you so he didn’t have to leave his office? Had he really not noticed the two bowls before opening his fucking mouth? Did he even look up?.. Did he really snap at you like that?..

His thoughts swallowed him whole.

He didn’t touch the food. He had lost his appetite long ago when he had returned to his study. Lucifer couldn’t bring himself to indulge in the meal you had meticulously prepared without you being here, enjoying it with him.

He did however help himself to the demonus. He drank the glass you had poured for him. Then your own glass. Then he opened a new bottle he had stashed away in his room. He poured multiple glasses, losing himself to the pain. He had gotten halfway through the bottle when his D.D.D pinged. He launched himself at his phone that laid screen down on the desk. Picking it up desperately and fumbling it in his hands. Desperately hoping it was you. Only to be disappointed when he realised it was Solomon.

The text read “They are at home and are staying with me tonight. They do not wish to talk to you at the moment and I trust that you can respect that boundary for now. I will ask them to make contact with you in the morning. Whether they do that or not is their choice.” His phone buzzed again. A follow up text coming soon after. “Goodnight Lucifer.” The words repeated and echoed in his mind till the screen went black. Reflecting the absolute mess Lucifer was back at him.

His teary eyes met his reflection. Quickly darting from place to place on his face. His cheeks were darker than the rest of his face. His hair was all out of place and disheveled. Eyelids already puffy and sore… He looked just as pathetic as he felt.

As he stared at his reflection his eyes began to lose focus and his heart became heavy. Were you scared of him? Did you not want to talk to him ever again? Had he fucked up so bad he had scared off the first person to show his ‘new self’ love?

He grabbed the neck of the half empty bottle of demonus and smashed it against his lips. The sudden feeling of cold glass on his lips made him jolt up slightly. Tipping his head back, he let the now lukewarm liquid rush down his throat. Chugging the rest of the bottle. Why was he drinking? This isn’t healthy. Surely he, the Avatar of pride, wasn't drinking his feelings away.

He wallowed in his own pity for a couple more hours. Each brother coming passed to ask him how to do something. To ask him if he's okay or to ask Mammon for his headphones back.

Beel brought up some leftovers for his brothers. He couldn't rest knowing his older brothers were in such a state. As he walked down the hall, Beel heard a loud snoring sound. His gaze met Mammon's sleeping body. He placed the plate down next to his older brother and snuck away quietly. The disgustingly loud ringing sound of the spell he cast on the door pushed them all away before they started to linger. Making sure no one could hear Lucifer's pathetic sobs of your name.

Lucifer placed his head on his desk once more with some force. Knowing he’s going to have to take the day off tomorrow.. Maybe even the next. Already feeling the headache roll in. How was he going to mend this mistake? He couldn’t just show up to Cocytus Hall and beg for your forgiveness. He didn’t deserve it.. Feeling exhausted from hours of crying and drinking. His puffy eyes fluttered shut as he passed out at his desk.

As soon as he lost consciousness, the spell on the door fell. Mammon had managed to unpick the physical lock hours ago. Now sleeping lightly outside his brother's office with a plate of food, some water and the headphones still on.

When the half silent ringing in Mammon's ears stopped. He shot up, yawning and stumbling over the weird pile of things he had managed to accumulate while sleeping. Where did this food come from? That didn’t matter. It was time he got answers out of the eldest brother.

He opened the door as quietly as he could and looked to see where Lucifer was. His eyes darted around the room frantically. The faint snoring led his gaze to the large desk where the Avatar of Pride was hunched over, out like a light & snoring softly.

Mammon just shook his head and walked over to his sleeping brother. All his previous anger dissipated as he studied the absolute disarray Lucifer's desk was in.

Gently and subconsciously he began petting his brothers back softly with one hand as he messaged Beel with his other. Asking the strong Avatar to come help him move Lucifer to his bed. While waiting for Beel, Mammon tidied Lucifer's desk. Sorting his documents out and shaving Lucifer's to-do pile down as much as he could. Prepared to take what documents he could complete himself.

He wiped the demonus Lucifer had dribbled and spilled off the large wooden desk. Once Mammon had finished, almost comically, the Avatar of gluttony walked in as silently as he could into the room. Meeting Mammon’s gaze and nodding softly. Standing on the other side of Lucifer's exhausted body. Beel picked up his eldest brother with ease, placing him on his back like a back pack. They began to walk out. Mammon walked in front of Beel, holding onto the documents and throwing the paper towel away that he had used.

After about 10 minutes they had finally made it to Lucifer's bedroom. Placing him in his bed and tucking him in. Before leaving they gently put one of his records on and placed some water and a large bucket next to the head of the bed. Just in case Lucifer couldn’t make it elsewhere once he woke up.

They both left his room as quiet as possible.

They high fived the second the door to Lucifer's bedroom closed. After saying their goodnights and goodbyes they parted ways to go to their separate rooms.

Mammon made his way to his room and stayed up for the rest of the night, doing the rest of Lucifer's office work.

#mauks writing #mauk needs to shut up #obey me #obey me lucifer #obey me shall we date #lucifer obey me #obey me mc #lucifer #obey me x reader #obey me x mc #solomon x mc #lucifer x mc #lucifer x reader #solomon x reader #solomon obey me #om! solomon #om! lucifer #omswd #obey me nightbringer #nightbringer mc #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me fanfic #obey me x you #obey me solomon x reader #shall we date obey me #lucifer <3 #unwanted // lucifer fic

[thecuriousquest]

How about a scenario where yandere levi hears reader crying and when he goes near her he finds another cadet is harassing her. He beats him up and then takes reader to his office and punishes her even though it wasn't her fault. Then he non-cons her because "only he can do that."

Have Mercy

Yandere Levi x Fem!Reader

Tag List: @issamomma

Warnings: Yandere themes, NSFW, rape, non consensual punishment spanking, paddling, abuse, blood, injured flesh, controlling tendencies, over protective, violence, punching

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It was just another day within the walls. With the recent Titan attacks, Levi was planning a strategy for his squadron in his office. They would need to train hard in order to succeed in taking back the wall that was broken down. It wouldn’t be easy, but it’s not impossible.

After going over several documents, Levi hears thudding from outside of his office. To him, it sounds like someone running in the hallway.

Damn shitty brats.

Pushing his papers aside, he stands up from his chair and goes to investigate. What kind of captain would he be if he didn’t demand order?

Upon opening the door and stepping outside, he looks down the hallway to see Heinrich Becker, one of his cadets, dragging you around the corner of the hall with a hand over your mouth.

His hawk-like eyes narrow at the scene as your legs kick to free yourself. His footsteps are fast, and soon, he catches up to you.

As he rounds the corner, he sees the boy has you pressed up against a wall as he tries to slide your white pants over your curves with one hand. Though his other hand muffles your cries, you still scream at the top of your lungs. When you attempt to shake his hand off of your lips, you lock eyes with Levi.

He looks shocked. He stands there for one singular second before reaction settles in.

A fist of fury comes down on your preoccupied harasser’s face. His head bangs into the wall, and Heinrich slumps only slightly. When he gathers his bearings in order to meet the cold, gray eyes of Levi Ackerman, the captain grabs his hair, pulling him forward before slamming his head into the wall.

Heinrich never stood a chance.

Due to Heinrich punching you in the stomach earlier in order to catch you off guard, you clutch your abdomen and lean against the wall to watch your about-to-be rapist get what he deserves.

Blood pours from Heinrich’s ears, nose, and mouth. His head lulling. Levi, with a tremendous grip on his parted brown waves, continues to punch and backhand him repeatedly until his own knuckles are bruised and bloodied.

He could care less if he kills his cadet in this very moment. Though he needs all the help he can get when attacking Titans, he would never tolerate someone thinking they could take what belongs to him.

As Heinrich falls to the floor, Levi turns to look at you. His anger has not yet dissipated, and you feel queasy under his strong gaze.

Just as your lips part to ask if Levi is okay, he grabs you by your bicep and leads you back to his office. Slamming the door shut, he whirls on you.

Now over your shock, your brain is able to process what just happened, and the tears begin to flow freely. With your arms wrapped around your hurting stomach, you release gut-wrenching sobs from deep within a pit of despair.

“C-C-Cap-tain!” is all you can manage.

He assesses you, all of you. Your blouse is ripped at the top, exposing your bra. Your lip is split, pairing with the beginning of a shiner. How dare someone damage his goods? How dare someone try to take what rightfully belongs to him?

Sympathy for you dies instantaneously. “How could you let him do this to you?”

Shocked by his posing question, you find your cries clearing up. “What?”

His lip curls as he sneers, “He was going to rape you, Y/N. Can you not protect yourself? How are you supposed to kill Titans if you’re unable to even protect yourself from disgusting pieces of shit like Becker?”

A sob hitches in your throat as you try to come up with a feasible response. “Please, Captain, I didn’t mean to. He snuck up on me.”

“Don’t! Do not backtalk me right now,” he shouts whilst pointing a finger at you.

Lowering his hand with a sigh, he shakes his head and walks over to his desk drawer. In a meticulous fashion, you hear him rummaging around for something specific.

Plucking a wooden paddle from the box before sliding it closed, he looks at you with determination. “I won’t assign a number. Instead, I’ll go until I see blood.”

Fear strikes you like a panther in the night, and you immediately turn on your heal, running for the door. As your hands fumble for the knob, it kills you inside to see that no progress has been made while trying to open the fucking door.

“It’s going to be hard trying to open that without the key.”

In your state of shock from earlier, you must have missed him locking the door.

Turning slightly with your hands still on the knob, you look behind you to see Levi dangling a key from his hand.

“You just made your punishment so much worse for yourself.”

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Like he said before, he doesn’t assign a number for the amount of strokes you’ll be receiving. However, the horror of your situation increases as he makes you count each heavy smack the paddle leaves on your bare behind.

On all fours like a dog, you’re forced to shout out each number as coherently as you can. It’s almost impossible with the building of an inferno on your ass. It’s like adding logs to a fire with each strike.

Your nose touches the carpet, no longer able to keep your back straight. You don’t even realize the wonderful position you just put yourself in for the captain.

“87, thank you, sir!” you sob as your forehead rests against your folded arms.

As you count up to the 95th barrage with the wooden implement, Captain Levi suddenly stops. You feel his hand rub into something wet, and when the sensation takes on a different type of burning feeling, you realize he’s caressing an open sore. The pain causes you to wail harder than you did during the entire spanking.

As his fingers trail against your broken skin, he queries you to see if you’ve truly learned your lesson.

“What did you do to earn this punishment?”

Keeping your eyes closed, you swallow the knot in your throat in order to manage an answer. “I d-didn’t d-d-defend m-my-s-self!”

“Good girl. See. That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

This has to be the worst experience of your entire life. You don’t even know how you pulled yourself through that paddling without fainting.

“There’s only one lesson left to teach you.”

You shake your head and try to crawl away from him. “No, no, please, Captain, p-please. C-can’t! I can’t do that a-again!”

You whimper as he grabs your hips and pulls you back into place. You hear slight shifting coming from behind you, but you can’t bring yourself to try to move anymore. All you can do is lie there at the slight decline, waiting for whatever is about to happen next.

What happens next is something you never thought your firm yet just captain is capable of. He lines himself up behind you at the apex of your thighs, using the blood from your injured flesh as a means to glide in smoothly.

You hiss sharply before breaking out into a fresh wave of sobs as the front of his thighs make contact with the entirety of your battered backside. With a force you’ve never felt before, he drives the full length of his cock inside of you.

Your hand curls into a fist, banging it against the floor. “Stop! Stop it! No!”

He leans forward, whispering into your ear calmly, “Stop being so dramatic.”

It hurts. God, it hurts unlike any pain you’ve ever endured before. Even if you had been prepared for something like this, you still don’t think you’d be able to take it.

Ramming into you, he fists your hair, pulling you only slightly. He forces you to arch your back, the curve reminding him of how he watches you stretch every day before training sessions. He’s reminded of how your ass looks in those tight pants, how your breasts peak out of your shirt a bit when you lean forward to touch your toes.

It’s exquisite to him.

You find this experience anything but that however. You try to crawl towards the couch, attempting to use it to seek refuge, but with his hand in your H/C tresses, you find it impossible.

“Quit trying to get away from me, you fucking brat!” he shouts as his hand slaps your flaming rear.

“Fuck! Stop it! Captain, you can’t do this to me!”

“Oh, I can and I am. Do you know what this lesson is for?”

Your mind can only go back so far in the moment. You don’t remember him telling you what this particular disciplinary session is for, so you can only assume it has to do with why he paddled you so abusively.

“B-because I couldn’t p-protect myself!”

He tsks at you, clasping your mane even harder. “This is because you need to learn whom you belong to, you filthy whore. You did nothing to- fuck- stop that shitty bastard from taking you. If you knew you were mine, truly knew you belonged to me, you wouldn’t have even let that happen.”

Is this really all your fault? Is this actually happening all because of you? Maybe if you had realized Levi’s feelings earlier, this wouldn’t be happening. He never gave any hints that you noticed, but maybe you overlooked them.

The emotional torment he’s putting you through, making you feel as though you could have prevented Heinrich’s attack, forcing you to believe that there could have been another outcome, it forces you into submission as you lack the capacity to think anymore.

Crumbling like cake, Levi snakes a hand underneath your body to hold you upright as he rides out his cock’s desires to fit snuggly between your sensitive walls. His thrusting begins to soften as ropes of thick, white seed coat your insides. He breathes deeply, pulling out of you just before adjusting his clothes.

When he finishes, he helps you stand up and leads you over to the couch. You limp all the way there as you’re forced to lean on him. He puts you down on your stomach and inspects your bottom.

Thankful for the towels and water basin in his office, he happily cleans you up. He doesn’t bother pulling up your pants seeing as how you wouldn’t be able to handle it. Instead, he lets you calm yourself down as he returns to his office work.

From the corner of your bleary eye, you watch him. You don’t quite understand all of what just happened, but you’re glad that he’s away from you, glad that he’s no longer touching you.

“Captain?” you murmur.

He peers at you through his curtain bangs. “Yes, cadet?”

“Why did you do that to me?”

You can’t help the wobbling of your lip as new tears threaten to fall.

No sympathy is given to you. Instead, only a smirk graces his lips.

“Because you need to understand that you belong to me. Nobody else gets to have you. You needed to be taught these things so that you’ll carry them with you for the rest of your life. If that’s all, I need to get some work done, so go to sleep, L/N.”

As you rest your cheek against your folded arms, you think about his words.

“He was going to rape you, Y/N. Can you not protect yourself? How are you supposed to kill Titans if you’re unable to even protect yourself from disgusting pieces of shit like Becker?”

“You just made your punishment so much worse for yourself.”

“This is because you need to learn whom you belong to, you filthy whore.”

“Stop being so dramatic.”

Though you want to, you could never forget what you learned today. He made sure of that.

#attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #captain levi #levi x reader #levi aot #aot levi #levi smut #yandere levi x reader #levi is hot #levi ackerman #levi attack on titan #snk levi #yandere levi ackerman #levi ackerman attack on titan #levi is a short king #yandere levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman aot #yandere #yandere x you #yandere x reader #yandere x y/n #yandere x darling #yandere x resisting reader #triggering content #triggering themes

[sweetnothingtm]

thinkinh about dacryphilia with ghost 😵‍💫😵‍💫

hold on a minute though - because you’re absolutely right ♡

simon isn’t the one to cry. hell - he’s not even the one to express any emotion besides anger, displeasure, or disappointment. it’s not that he’s a brick wall, he just keeps things close to the chest. but you? you’re a mess. and it brings out the worst in him.

he likes to think that you’ll only cry over him.

at first, he doesn’t expect it - he reprimands you, dark eyes sharp with annoyance as your bottom lip wobbles and tears are pulling themselves from you. another time it’s because he took away your pistol. you were too busy chatting it up with the boys to bother disassembling and cleaning it. screaming, banging on his chest, and crying, you demanded that he return it. and he laughed at you.

then he starts to get mean, almost like he's trying to get a reaction out of you. in the dark, sick, and sinister part of him - he likes it. he has to stop from palming himself through his pants when you sit pretty and patient, little sobs rolling off of you and crashing into him.

the first time you really cry for him is on your knees. it’s just you and him - and you’re looking up at him with wide eyes, cheeks swollen and red from the tears that stream down your face. your breaths are uneven, shoulders shaking and hands laced in your lap. he’s got a lazy smirk plastered across his face, legs crossed as he leans against the wall.

“i’m so sorry, love-“ he says, grabbing your jaw with his hand, “did i upset you?” he coos, the pad of his thumb rubbing away a stray tear. he can't look away - dick twitching at the way your pretty little lips are sobbing out his name.

he gave it to you one night, hoping that you'd do exactly what you're doing now.

you’re nodding, leaning into his touch, “uh-huh.” your eyes are glossed over, teeth digging into your lip in anticipation. he’s smiling down at you, eager with desire as you continue to sob - and it’s all just for him.

“too fucking bad, isn’t it? you’re gonna have to beg for my forgiveness.”

#simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #sweet talks #cod fanfic #call of duty modern warfare 2

[orcasoul]

Every Last One of Them

Summery: You, Joel and Tommy encounter Abby and her group while out patrolling. Seeing this woman hell bent on destroying the love of your life, you make the ultimate sacrifice.

Warnings: swearing, descriptions of graphic violence, angst, death, grieving, no happy ending, use of Y/N.

Italics indicate inward thinking.

That was close. Too fucking close! Little did you know it was about to get a lot worse. You, Joel and Tommy had just barely escaped a horde of infected with a woman named Abby in tow. Still shaking from the encounter you barely paid any attention as Tommy began introductions. "This is Y/N, I'm Tommy, this is my brother..." "Joel," Joel added casually.

It was the sudden silence and the hair raising chill surrounding it (which had nothing to do with the frigid temperature) that caused your senses to flood with an overwhelming sense of dread. As your new acquaintances slowly shift their sole attention to Joel, your instincts scream at you to run.

"Ya'll act like you've heard of us or something," Joel puzzled with furrowed brows. "...Because they have," Abby replies coldly and with a hint of menace in her voice. The world seemed to slow down and you watch in horror as she raises her shotgun to aim it at Joel's leg. Bang!! "Nooo!!" You and Tommy scream together. You only managed to take a few steps towards Joel before you are tackled to the floor, the harsh impact of your head hitting the ground resulting in an intense ringing in your ears.

A few moments later, once it subsides, you look to your right to see Tommy being pinned by two men while a woman strikes him in the head again and again with the hilt of her gun. He drops to the floor, unconscious while Joel grunts in agony and screams his brothers' and your names. "Put him against the wall," Abby ordered, authoritatively. "Joel! No please, let him go!" you beg, desperately as you are dragged up to your knees, your ponytail grasped firmly in the hand of your assailant and a gun pressed to your temple.

"Arrgh! Get off me! Get off me, Arrgh!" Joel growled painfully through clenched teeth. Tears fill your eyes as you helplessly witness the man you love more than anything in this world being held against a window with his arms outstretched and blood pouring profusely from his leg into a pool beside him. Abby crunches down in front of Joel, gun still held out. "Joel... Miller!" she enunciates slowly, her voice overwrought with seething hatred and anger.

"Please, please don't!" you continue to plead, but it falls on deaf ears. "Who are you?" Joel asks between laboured breaths. "Guess," Abby responds. Joel looks around himself for a moment, then locks eyes with you, a mixture of pain and concern contorting his rugged features. He knows he has to get you and Tommy out of here. He'll do whatever it takes, do anything they want if it ensures your safety. "Why don't you say whatever speech you've got rehearsed and get this over with. But leave them out of this!" he says while looking between you and Tommy.

"Tourniquet his leg." Abby instructs her companions as she rises to her full height. The sound of Joel's harrowing scream as they wrap a belt around his leg sends a wave of fury through your very core. "Let him go or I'll fucking kill you all!" "Shut the fuck up!" the man holding you hisses into your ear. You watch wide eyed as Abby grabs a golf club. Oh my god, no!

"You stupid, old man," she spits venomously at Joel, "you don't get to rush this." She brings the golf club down swiftly, the sound of it cracking Joel's skull echoing through the room. A blood curdling scream rushes from your lungs at the sight. "Please stop, please, PLEASE!!" You struggle against the man restraining you but he tightens his grip, pressing the cold steel of his gun harder into your temple. You want to be sick, you want to kill them, you want to do anything you can to make this stop.

"Why are you doing this?" you cry in despair, "he hasn't done anything to you!" The young woman who assaulted Tommy stalks up to you, bending so her face is inches from yours, her eyes dark and angry. "That son of a bitch killed Abby's dad. He was the only doctor left who could have have saved the world. And now he's gone, just to save one little girl!" It suddenly clicked. They're Firefly's, or what's left of them. That moment from St Mary's hospital has finally caught up with you both.

But you'd both done the right thing as far as you are concerned. After travelling for months with Joel and Ellie the three of you had become a family, and it would have been a cold day in hell before either of you would allow these bastards to brutally hack away at the girl you'd come to see as a daughter. After quickly dispatching the soldiers throughout the building, the only thing to do was to get Ellie out of there to safety.

The doctor made a last desperate attempt to keep his prized commodity which earned him a bullet in the head from Joel. You took out the remaining operating staff. Before Ellie woke you and Joel had discussed and decided that the best course of action would be to keep the truth from her, so she wouldn't feel the weight of the entire world on her shoulders for the rest of her life. Everything you and Joel did that day, you'd done it to keep her safe, because of your love for her.

Joel doesn't deserve this. Only last night Ellie had expressed her desire to try to forgive you both, to try and salvage the relationship that had been lost. Months of guilt, and the heartache of losing another daughter had almost destroyed Joel, and the obvious relief and reassurance he felt after that conversation had warmed your heart. Like hell will you let this opportunity be ripped away from him now, not when he'd just got his daughter back!

You can't take it anymore. The sound of bone cracking, the throat shattering screams, the sight of your Joel being beaten to death. You have to stop it and there's only one conceivable way. "It was me!" you screamed loudly. "It was me. I killed him!" Your captor huffed as if the very notion of someone like you causing such carnage was absurd. It seemed Abby didn't believe you either as she raised the club yet again. Tears stream down your cheeks as you look as Joel's bloodied face.

You can barely make out his eyes through all the deep crimson, but they are open - just about - which means he's still alive and that's how you intend to keep it. "A bullet to the right side of his head, right?" you sneered. Abby stops mid swing and her shoulders visably tense. Yeah, that got the bitch's attention. Now you just have to rile her up enough to make her forget about Joel and focus only on you.

"Now, how would I know that if it wasn't me?" Abby has now turned to fully face you, her eyes boreing into yours. "Up" She snarled, viciously while striding towards you. You're pulled to your feet, sharply and shoved forward to face her, to face your death. The threat of death always lingers like an ominous entity outside the safe walls of Jackson, and you know it can claim anyone it wants, whenever it sees fit, and dying to save someone you love- well, that's a damn good way to go.

Abby's chest heaves as she looks you up and down. "I'm not sorry," you goaded with your chin held high, hoping to push her over the edge. "That piece of shit got what he deserved. He was prepared to murder a child. I'd do it again in a heartbeat!" You can feel the intense hatred emanating off of not only Abby, but everyone else in the room. Suddenly a blinding pain surges through your legs as the cold stub of the golf club all but obliterates your kneecaps, causing you to fall to the floor with a wail of agony.

"No...," Joel murmurs, weakly. The room is spinning but his vision is focused on your prone form, shaking at Abby's feet. "N...no...she..." he tries his best to get the words passed his lips, the words that will spare you, but he's unable to form a sentence, even though his mind is screaming and the room is starting to fade. He fights to stay conscious, hearing every blow and every scream ripping from your lungs. His physical pain is momentarily forgotten, replaced by the devastating image of you taking the consequences of his actions and despite the desperate compulsion to protect you, he can no longer move nor speak. All he can do is watch in horror as a part of him dies alongside you with every strike of that club.

The pain is unlike anything you've ever experienced. Every nerve ending is ablaze as ligaments and tissue are mercilessly torn apart. There's a sticky warmth coating your head and legs and every breath feels like fire in your chest. You look over to Joel, meeting his anguished gaze. Through the fog clouding your head and the ringing in your ears you earnestly force a smile his way and mumble, "I... lo...love you...J...Joel." You think you must be hallucinating as a moment later you hear Ellie's frenzied voice cut through the air.

Suddenly she's on the floor between you and Joel. "Get the fuck off me!" she yelled before she's kicked over and over in the torso. No! she can't be here! "You're gonna fucking die! Let them go!" she screamed at the gang as they begin to panic about the possibility of someone else showing up. "You're done here," a man tells Abby. "You want what I want, right?" she argues. "End it, now," he demands, quietly. "Joel, Y/N, get up. Fucking get up!!" You hear Ellie beg and your heart clenches at her pained voice. Mustering the last of your strength you turn your head to look at her and smile lovingly.

"Please stop! Please don't do this!" she pleads through hopeless tears. "Y/N, please get up!" is the last thing you hear before.... nothing. "Nooo!!!" Joel regains the consciousness he didn't realise he'd lost at the sound of Ellie's sobs. "I'll fucking kill you!" she roared while fighting against the hold on her body. The sight of you and Ellie bloodied on the floor is too much for Joel's mind to comprehend. His chest feels ready to implode. He has to stop this, he has to get up, has to protect the people he loves but his body is unresponsive and heavy, as if he's caked in cement.

A moment of relief washes over him as he sees a man defend Ellie from another man who tries to shoot her but then his eyes fall on you. Your chest is still and your head and shoulders are saturated in blood. He can hardly make out the groups' conversation between the severe ringing in his ears and Ellie's gasping sobs. He fads back out as he sees Ellie getting kicked in the head.

******

The first thing Joel hears is beeping, slow and calm beeping. Not screaming, or sobbing or crunching. It's strangely peaceful. He struggles against the weight of his eyelids, the surrounding light burning into his retinas as he blinks away the blurry vision. "Joel?" A hesitant voice breaks through the confusing silence. Joel turns his head toward the voice, staring in disorientation. How did I get here? "Thank god!" Tommy sighed, his shoulders sagging in relief. Joel's eyes widened a fraction as he registered the state of Tommy's bandaged and bruised face.

His first instinct is to leap up and inspect his baby brother's injury but in trying to do so a searing pain shoots through his head and leg, his vision darkening as his exhausted and battered body struggles to maintain consciousness. "Hey, easy now," Tommy gently places a hand on Joel's shoulder to keep him from moving. The room began to spin and Joel had to close his eyes to quell the resulting nausea. "You're okay, you're gonna be okay," Tommy assured softly. Joel looked his way again.

"Tommy-" he began, but Tommy cut him off, unable to contain his relief now that Joel is awake. "You scared the hell outta me, Joel. It was touch and go there for a while. I... shit...I was so afraid you wouldn't pull through." Suddenly flashes of abhorrent images invaded Joel's mind. "Ellie? Y/N?!" he asked, wide eyed as panic ripped through his chest. "Ellie's fine," Tommy quickly confirmed. " A few cuts and bruises like me," he motioned to his face. "She's been coming by every day. She'll be here later." "And Y/N? Is she, okay? Where is she?..." Joel wheezed while looking around the hospital room but his heart sank when he saw nothing but empty beds.

"Where is she?" he repeated, his voice raising with the dread swirling in his gut. Tommy's deafening silence caused Joel's heart to begin pounding rapidly and a cold sweat broke out across his skin. "Tommy?!" Joel looked at him wide eyed but Tommy's gaze remained on his hands in his lap. After a quiet moment Tommy raised his head with tear filled eyes and a trembling chin, and his next sentence brought Joel's world crashing down for the second time. "I'm so sorry, Joel. She...," Tommy's voice gave out as he choked back the sob threatening to climb up his throat. "Her injury's were just too severe. There's nothing anyone could do." "No, no, no, no...., Joel muttered over and over in disbelief. This isn't real. This isn't happening. Not again!

Joel's mouth went dry. He could hear the deafening high pitched ringing in his ears that happens when he has a panic attack, his chest and wind pipe felt on the verge of collapse, and his stomach felt ready to eject it's contents. He can't breath! His arms and legs have become jelly as his entire body begins to tremble. "No...," Joel's voice cracked as he continued, "She's... she's not. She can't be! Where is she? Take me to her!" Joel demanded as he pulled the blanket off of himself and tried to stand. "Whoa!" Tommy jumped up to stop Joel putting any weight on his broken leg. "Joel, you gotta lay down." "Don't fucking tell me what to do!," Joel exploded but Tommy forced him back into bed. "Joel," Tommy sighed, sadly. "I need to see her, please," Joel implored as tears began streaming down his face.

Tommy shook his head. "You can't," he lamented, his tears now joining Joel's in mournful solidarity, "We buried her last week." Joel recoiled as if he'd been slapped, too stunned to speak as Tommy continued, "The whole town turned out to pay their respects. She was so loved by everyone." "Last week? How long have I been here?!" It was all too much to process at this point. " Nearly two weeks," Tommy replied. "We weren't sure you were gonna make it. Had to operate to close your skull, luckily your brain didn't sustain any damage but your leg...," Tommy looked to Joel's Knee, "They'll operate when you're stronger. You'll need physiotherapy and it'll be a long recovery but you'll get there....,"

Joel zoned out after the words 'make it', Tommy's voice now distant and insignificant. This isn't happening. It's all a nightmare and he'll wake up any moment. She can't be gone, Joel's mind keeps repeating, trying to will that 'truth' into existence, but the more he tries, the more real the actual truth becomes. You're dead. Dead because of him. Because of a decision he'd made and you'd followed, blindly. It should have been him. Silent tears trace his cheekbones, dropping onto the blanket covering his lap as he stares blankly into space. Time doesn't even seem to exist for him in his suspended animation.

Tommy's warm palm on Joel's shoulder brings him out of the despairing abyss threatening to swallow him whole. A sudden realisation hits Joel, causing his already shattered heart to break even more. He'd missed the funeral. He'd not been there when you needed him. He didn't even get to say goodbye. "I missed it," Joel choked out, "I missed the...," he couldn't say it, couldn't allow his tongue to form the word that would make it all too real, to final. "I didn't get to say goodbye. I... I... should have been there!" A fresh wave of guilt engulfed him, crushing him from the inside out.

Tommy shook his head. "You were in a critical condition, Joel. It was beyond your control." Tommy know's his words won't mean anything to Joel right now. He's been through this once already with Joel, when Sarah died. All he can do now is be there for his big brother. After a few moments of silence Joel whispers in a broken voice, "Leave me." Tommy doesn't move, unsure weather or not he should leave him. "Please.. go." Joel barely had the physical or emotional strength to sound anywhere near forceful.

But that alone is a clear indicator to Tommy that Joel needs to be alone right now, maybe just to be able to process everything. Tommy stands slowly, giving Joel's shoulder a light squeeze. "Ellie will be coming to see ya later,¬" he said, reassuringly. Tommy closed the door tight behind him and made his way to the hospital entrance. The quiet atmosphere of the hospital is suddenly ripped apart by a loud, guttural scream.

Anger, fear, shame, guilt, heartbreak.... destroyed. None of these words can delineate the level of heaviness weighing on, no, decimating Joel's grieving heart. This is all his fault. He'd failed you. He always does, fails the people he loves time and time again. It seems that's all he can do in life, as if the universe has cruelly cursed him, pushing him to see just how much more he can take. It should never have been you. He sowed this poisonous seed and it was for him and him alone to reap.

But now you're gone because of his actions. He'll never forgive himself. A part of him still can't accept that he'll never see you again, never hear your laugh, never feel the warmth of your skin pressed to his, never be able to hold you when ever he wants. He can't fathom a world without you in it. It's too incomprehensible. The one person who loved him unconditionally and fiercely, understood and supported every decision he'd made (weather good or questionable), who always chose to see the good in him, who gave her life for him, is no more.

Joel can feel himself descending into the darkest, malevolent, most egregious regions of his mind. He won't let these mother fuckers get away with this! They'll pay. They'll suffer and they'll die... slowly. "Joel?..." Joel was so consumed by his desideratum for vengeance that he didn't notice the door opening. The sight of Ellie's battered face infused Joel with a fresh wave of anger at both the attackers and himself for causing this. "Hey kiddo...," he sighed, trying to conceal his anger. He has to be strong for Ellie now.

Ellie gingerly took a seat next to his bed and with a heavy exhale she looked up with teary eyes to meet Joel's own. "I...," she trailed off, at a loss for words. Neither could speak. Words were not needed. The shared grief between them both conveyed much more than mere words could. Joel gently traced his thumb over Ellie's sore and bruised face, trying to offer any comfort he could. A sob shuddered from her chest as she cupped his hand. Joel tapped the edge of the bed for Ellie to sit there. As she does he pulls her into his chest, providing her solace as he cries with her.

Not only has he lost the woman he loves, Ellie has lost the closest thing to a mother she's ever known. Nothing will ever be the same for them again. They both feel it on a fundamental level. After a considerable amount of time comforting each other, Joel makes Ellie a promise; That if it takes him the rest of his life, he'll make them pay for what they did.

*****

Two weeks had passed, agonisingly slowly. After two lengthy operations on his leg and the swelling to his head had gone, Joel was given the all clear. He refused to leave in a wheelchair, not wanting to be treated like a 'goddamn baby' as he put it. Instead he left on crutches, with Tommy and Ellie on either side of him, should he stumble. The walk through the town is slow and difficult, but the worst part of it for Joel is the constant whispers and pitiful looks wherever he turns. That's the one thing he hates about tight knit communities; Your business is their business weather you like it or not.

Joel keeps his eyes trained in front of himself, not giving anyone the chance to approach him. Right now there's only one place he needs to be, with you. "Joel?..." Ellie began, curiously as Joel hobbled past the turning to their street. "What are you doing?" "I need to see her," he replied through laboured breathes. "Are you sure now's the time? You need to rest," Tommy asked, softly. "I need to see her!" Joel enunciated each word slowly and neither Tommy nor Ellie argued with him as they escort him to the cemetery.

It's quiet, calm, almost as if nature itself know's to respect the sanctity of such a hallowed place. Joel's heart begins to beat faster in anticipation as he follows Ellie and Tommy to your final resting place. He can't shake the sudden feeling of nausea as his entire body begins to thrum with dread. He's not sure that he'll be able to handle the sight he's about to face, but at the same time he has to see you. It's like he can feel you drawing him to you.

A sharp breath catches in Joel's chest as he approaches a gravestone with your name cared on it, tears welling to the point where it physically hurts his eyes. He clears his throat. "Can... can you both give me a minute?" he whispers dolefully. "Come on, kid," Tommy murmured to Ellie as he put his arm around her shoulder, leading her to the entrance of the cemetery. This is the moment Joel has been both dreading and needing. The moment where it becomes too real but also the moment where he can feel some semblance of closeness with you.

The thin layer of ice coating the gravestone glitters with the low light of the winter sunshine, maybe symbolic Joel muses, about how you filled the darkest parts of him with your light. It's clear by the amount of bouquets and ornaments adorning your grave that you were loved by the community and your loss is felt by so many. Joel can't discern which emotion is the strongest right now. Sorrow? anger? guilt? All of them battling for dominance, threatening to consume him, drown him, shatter him to pieces. This is a feeling he'd hoped to never have to feel again. But here he is, because he couldn't protect you. Joel removes one glove and lays his hand on the corner of the gravestone. He can't bare how cold it is. You shouldn't be here, in the cold ground. You should be at home, safe and warm.

"Hi, sweetheart," he sniffled through a shaky breath. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner. I'm sorry I missed the...," he still can't bring himself to say the word, "... I'm sorry I wasn't here for you. I wish with all my heart I could have been." Joel hangs his head as his warm tears fall onto the snow covering the grave. "Why did you do it?" he asked sadly. "Why didn't you let them take me? It should be me in there, not you... never you." His chest feels too tight, his shoulders shaking from the sobs tearing through his throat. "This is my fault. I did this to you." His guilt is suffocating, knowing his actions that day at the hospital had set in motion your demise.

Of course neither him nor you would have let Ellie die, but maybe if he'd just done things differently, if he'd let the doctor live, maybe just beaten him to the point of unconsciousness, you'd still be here. And now he has to live with that for the rest of his life. "I'm so sorry, baby! I'm so, so sorry! You didn't deserve this. You were always too good for me. Too good for this world. I miss you," Joel wept, bitterly. "I won't ask for your forgiveness...." he cried shaking his head, "I don't want it. I don't deserve it." He doesn't care if Tommy and Ellie can hear him in this moment. He needs to let it out; every tear, every ounce of guilt, sorrow and remorse wracking his soul. Once Joel had caught his breath, he brings his fingers to trace over the letters of your name. "I'm gonna make you a promise now Y/N, the last promise I'll ever make to you." Joel said with steely determination, "If it takes me the rest of my life, I promise I will hunt them down and I will make them pay for what they did to you. Joel placed a kiss on his fingers and pressed them to your name. "I love you."

7 months later

The day has come. The day Joel's journey for justice and vengeance will begin. For months he's thought of nothing else. He made sure to attend every physiotherapy session, knowing the sooner he recovers, the sooner he can fulfil his promise to you. He and Ellie had become a crutch for each other, supporting one another when the darkest moments became to harrowing. Their shared grief had brought about a reconciliation, a sudden clarity about the importance of family and forgiveness. She'd told Joel that even though she'll never agree that he did the right thing that day, she understands his reason.

And after losing you so suddenly she doesn't want to waste anymore time being angry with him. You'd died while she was angry with you and she won't make that same mistake twice. Standing in his living room, his backpack full of supplies, Joel takes one last look around, silently bidding your once shared home farewell. A Polaroid photograph sits in a handmade frame on the mantle above the fireplace. Him, you and Ellie, captured in an eternal moment of happiness. He won't take it with him, too afraid he'll lose it or damage it.

He'll just look forward tot he day he can return to it, to the home he can still feel you in. The thought of being out there so far away from you makes Joel's gut twist with anxiety, but you deserve justice and he'll be the one to get it for you. This will be the last thing he can ever do for you, it's what's kept him going all this time. Joel nods his head, a silent acknowledgement to himself that it's time. But before he says goodbye to Ellie, Tommy and Maria, he must say goodbye to you. Grabbing his jacket, he heads to the cemetery, stopping briefly to pick some flowers that have been growing in his garden.

A beautiful, bright day like this reminds Joel so much of you. How you loved this weather, always dragging him out for a walk in the sunshine and taking time to appreciate the natural world. Joel tenderly places the flowers at your grave, standing back up slowly, his knees creaking in protest. "Hey baby, it's me. I've come to say goodbye." Joel can feel his chest clamping, tears building behind his eyes. "It's time. Today is the day I get to keep my promise to you. I don't...," he draws in a shaky breath, "I don't know how long I'll be away for. I don't know how long it will take to track them down, but I will find them. You will...,"he emphasised the word will, "get the justice you deserve. And after it's done, I'll come back to you. I'll always come back to you.... one way or another. Please don't worry about me out there. I know how you always worry."

A fond chuckle escapes his lips at the memory of your constant fretting over his and Ellie's well-being. "I'll be careful." Joel crouches down to caress the finely carved letters of your name for what will be the last time for a long time. "I love you, so much," he declares as a single tear rolls down his cheek. He stands and whispers, "Goodbye, sweetheart." Arriving home Joel grabs his backpack and makes his way to Ellie's converted apartment in his back garden. He's fully expecting to be meet with some resistance to his departure. What he didn't expect was to walk in and find Ellie filling her own backpack. "What are ya doing, kiddo?" Joel asked with a raised eyebrow.

Without even looking at him Ellie answered, " I'm going with you." "Like hell you are!" Joel exclaimed quickly. "It's not safe out there, you know that." Ellie turned to look Joel dead in the eyes after forcefully shoving the last of her supplies into her backpack. "You're not the only one who lost her, Joel. You're not the only one who loved her!" Joel let out an exasperated sigh and pinched the top of his nose. "Look Ellie, you can't-" "I'm fucking going!" she asserted, "with or without you. You can't stop me. But it would be safer for the both of us if we go together." Joel just stared at Ellie as he considered her words.

He can't stop her, of course he can't. She's an adult now and can make her own decisions, and she'll go weather he likes it or not. So to keep her safe, he reluctantly agrees. "Okay...," he sighs and quickly adds, "but on one condition...," "Shoot," Ellie replies. "You do what I say." "Mmhmm," she grumbles, quietly under her breath. "I mean it Ellie!" Joel warned in a authoritative tone. "I'll do what you say...," Ellie assured him, then added, "within reason." Joel knows that's the best he will get from her, so with a deep sigh he says, "Okay."

After collecting their horses from the stables they make their way to the gates of Jackson, where Tommy, Maria and the baby are waiting for them. "I'm going with him," Ellie informed Tommy once she saw his concerned expression. "Ellie-" Maria began, sounding uncertain. "It's been decided," She quickly interjected, making it known there's no room for argument. Tommy and Maria exchanged nervous glances but didn't press the matter any further. Joel walked around his horse and made his way over to Maria and his nephew. "Take care of this little guy," he said while holding the baby's hand, "and take care of yourself." "I will. Goodbye Joel," Maria smiled sadly.

Joel can feel a lump in his throat as he stands in front of Tommy. He never imagined he'd have to leave his brother again. "You be careful out there, you hear me? Both of you," Tommy stressed as he looked from Joel to Ellie, who is currently hugging Maria and the baby. "And make sure you both come back to us in one piece." Joel grabbed Tommy and pulled him into a tight embrace. "We will," Joel promised. "Look after yourself, little brother." Both men had tears in their eyes when they parted. "Will you visit her?" Joel asked with a heavy heart. "I don't want her to be alone." Tommy smiled and nodded. "You don't have to ask me to do that, Joel. She was family and always will be."

Joel swallowed thickly, trying to keep his composure. "And will you look after this?" he held out the photo frame for Tommy. "...just until we get back." "F'course," Tommy replied. Joel got saddled on his horse while Ellie said goodbye to Tommy. "Don't do anything stupid out there," he cautioned. "You know me," Ellie winked. "That's what I'm worried about," he bit back playfully. "Ya ready? Joel asked and Ellie nodded. The heavy wooden gates opened to the wild expanse of Wyoming. Both Joel and Ellie remained silent as they left the safety of home behind. They have no idea what perils and trials lay before them, what horrors they will, no doubt have to face. But they are together and they don't care how long it will take, weeks, months, years... They know that together they're gonna find, and they're gonna kill every last one of them.

Thank you so much for reading. There's lots more of The last of Us to come over the next year so please stick around :) Comments and re-blogs are always welcome xxx

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[satansaidnottoday]

Late night coffee.

Info: No romance, Teen!Satan & GN!Mc, Human AU.

Context: You recently opened your dream Cat Café. Just today a rather extravagant family moved to the neighborhood, and one of the kids seems to be out for a little cat visit.

Warnings: Mentioned physical violence.

It was almost 23:00, way past closing time. You were downstairs at the cafe to feed the three cats you were currently fostering. You were petting the oldest of them when a loud banging on the door interrupted you.

You answered, unafraid as always, ready to fight whoever was bothering you at that hour. But you didn't find a burglar nor a junky on the other side. Instead, a blonde teen stood there, shaking as tears streamed down his cheeks. One of Lucifer's kids.

That morning was a rainy Sunday and not many people were going out. The slow time had you dozing off a little on the counter. They came in when you were least prepared.

The moment the seven siblings stepped foot inside, the energy completely changed. What you could only describe as a sudden wave of chaos. Even the cats retreated behind their little safe area. A corner of the salon you had separated from the rest with glass walls; it had an entrance small and high enough that only the cats could enter it.

"They have cats!" exclaimed an overly excited blonde teen. He grabbed at the shirt of another, smaller, blond and pulled him to look at the cats.

The two older teens took a seat at one of your bigger tables. They didn't stop arguing a single second from the moment they stepped inside, something about money. Another kid, a redhead, stood in front of your pastry display with an amazed face. He repeatedly asked if he could get one, looking at the only adult you could identify.

The tall, lean man ignored every single one of his companions as he approached the counter. You saw a sixth (SIXTH!) kid hiding behind him. He smiled at you, and you just knew the man needed a coffee.

"Good morning, I'm Lucifer Morning Star. My siblings and I just moved a few blocks away. We're introducing ourselves around the neighborhood," he said. By the tiredness in his voice, you couldn't imagine that it was going well.

"Well, it's a pleasure to meet you," you offered him your hand for a shake and he took it. "I'm Mc, feel free to come over anytime you need a coffee." Which you assumed would be often.

The siblings introduced themselves one by one, as they ordered.

If you remember correctly, the one standing at your door was Satan.

"Can I pet the cats?!" he screamed over the storm outside. He looked pissed, but his voice broke in a desperate way.

You stepped aside to let the kid in.

He was drenched. His house was just a few blocks away, but with how strong the storm was, it didn't surprise you.

"I'll bring you a towel."

He didn't look at you and instead marched straight toward the cats, who scattered away from him.

You went upstairs to your apartment, unsure of what to do. You left him in because well, what else could you do when a kid came crying at your door at night. You couldn't let him outside, but you also didn't want to get in any trouble. You should ask Lucifer to pick him up, but didn't have his number. And calling the police felt overkill.

You resolved to at least make sure he didn't freeze to death.

When you went back with the towel, he was still trying to get the attention of a kitten. The little orange tabby had climbed up a cat tower and was taunting poor Satan with his unreachable cuteness.

"You need to be more gentle with them," you said as you threw the towel over him.

"I'm being gentle!" his scream just served to startle the cat and send him climbing even higher.

Satan's expression changed from angry to sad in a second, and it made your heart sink.

"You want some coffee?" You asked.

He nodded slowly, "With cream please."

You nodded back and got to work behind the counter. You turned the heater up, both the cats and the blonde thanked you.

He grabbed the towel and dried himself off as best he could, though his clothes were still drenched. Now calmed down, he sat on the floor. He didn't want to ruin your chairs.

He looked at the cats. The orange cat he was chasing was now waking up an older, white cat to play. The older cat started to lick the kitten as if telling him to calm down. The kitten seemed to understand. He laid down beside her and they slept together. He wanted to sleep with them so bad.

"Now, what are you doing on the floor?" You said suddenly, surprising him. You sat down at a table with two freshly made coffees waiting. "You already look sad enough as is, come sit with me".

He laughed a little as he stood up, out of embarrassment more than anything.

He sat in front of you and let out a little squeak, looking at the cat head you sculpted with the foam of his coffee.

"It's so cute," he said with a huge smile.

"Thank you, it took a long time to master the ancient art of foam cats you know? You better appreciate it". You said with an exaggerated pompous tone and he laughed.

He took a sip of the drink, secretly decaffeinated. He felt a little bad about having to drink the cat. You looked at the dry tears on his face.

"Will you tell me now?" you asked.

"Tell you what?" he played dumb.

"Why did you come to a closed café, crying to pet the cats, while the second universal flood is happening?"

He didn't expect you to be so direct about it. He hoped to divert the conversation long enough that the rain would die down, so he could go back home with some of his pride intact.

"I just had a fight with Lucifer" He sighed and looked down.

"About what?" As you spoke, you noticed Felicia, the black cat, slowly approaching Satan's side. He didn't seem to notice.

"Just stupid things," he said, anger taking hold of him again "He thinks he has a right to tell me what to do. I'm already old enough to make my own decisions."

Tears started to build up at the corners of his eyes.

Felicia made her attack, jumping directly into Satan's lap with a scream. Satan screamed alongside her. Surprise and fear immediately morphed into the most adorable face of adoration at the creature. She rubbed herself against his chest and he shyly started to pet her.

Feli was a very vocal cat, she was meowing and screaming between purrs with every show of affection. Satan looked so confused, having only ever seen quiet skittish cats on the street. But you could see he was definitely having the time of his life.

Finally, Felicia had enough love and laid down on Satan's lap for a nap. Her loud purrs still filled the room.

"She's adorable" his voice came out small and thin. He was trying not to move at all so she wouldn't leave.

"She certainly is," you smirked, enjoying the view of this angry, edgy teenager trying not to cry over a cat. "You could ask your brother to adopt her," you suggested.

Satan looked hopeful for a moment but then deflated.

"He won't let me have a cat," his voice turned sour again "he hates me".

You saw him choking down tears as he began to pet Felicia again.

"Why do you think that?" You ask. Maybe it was the usual teenage act of 'no one loves me'. But you knew too well that sometimes kids had their reasons to think that way, and you weren't about to invalidate his feelings.

He remained silent for a while. You waited patiently, the storm outside wasn't getting any calmer, so you had all the time in the world.

"Because he called me crazy," he finally said, his voice teary.

"Why d—" he cut you off before you could ask.

"I hit him but didn't want to hurt him. I always hit him before, but he never got hurt for real. He looked like he was going to kill me. It's just that sometimes I get really angry and I can't control it." he explained himself desperately, in one single breath. He didn't want you to think of him as some kind of delinquent kid or something.

"I get it, I get it, It's okay," you reassured him. He took a second to calm down. You waited until he looked better.

"And then what happened?" You asked, worried "Did he hurt you?"

He shook his head, focusing all of his attention on the cat.

"He told me to go to my room."

You nodded. "And you didn't."

"No..."

"Why did you come here specifically?"

He thought it for a few seconds, a serious expression on his face.

"You have cats."

You let out an earnest breathy laugh, caught off guard. He laughed a bit too.

"Let's make a deal," you proposed "If you give me your brother's number so I can ask him to pick you up, I'll let you in any time you want to play with the cats."

He looked at the table for a few minutes, deep in thought, before answering.

"Okay, but can you please give me an hour before calling him?"

"Fifteen minutes."

"Half an hour?"

"Fifteen minutes," you insisted.

He rolled his eyes.

"Okay…" he accepted begrudgingly.

You shook hands over your very serious verbal contract.

He chose to spend his fifteen minutes laying around in the playing area with Felicia. You heard him sneeze a few times, so you fetched a blanket for him. When you went back down you found he had fallen asleep on one of the puffs. You covered him and went to the front of the store to call Lucifer.

He answered after the second tone.

"Who is it?" his voice was breathy and tired. You could hear the storm strong and clear in the background.

"Hi, Lucifer?" you confirmed it was actually him and Satan hadn't given you a stranger's number. He made a grunt as affirmation. "This is Mc, the café owner."

"Yes, I remember," he says, his breath shaky as if he had been running.

"I'm calling to let you know Satan is in my shop, could you pi–" he interrupted you before you could finish.

"Oh thank god! I'll be there in a second."

He hung up the phone.

When Lucifer arrived the storm was finally dying down, yet he was completely soaked and panting. You would have laughed at how ridiculous he looked, if not for the complete desperation in his eyes.

"Where is he?" He asked as he entered.

"He's okay, he fell asleep playing with the cats," you said, guiding him to where Satan rested. He let out a relieved sigh.

"I'm really sorry, Mc. I really don't know what got into him."

You smiled as reassuringly as you could. "He just wanted to play with the cats, it's okay."

Satan was out cold, exhaustion had taken over after the adrenaline wore off. Lucifer picked him up with no problem. The rain had completely stopped, but you still lent them an umbrella.

"Thank you, Mc. I'll make sure this doesn't happen again," he said, standing on the way. Shame filled his voice.

"It's okay," you assured him.

"Thanks again, Mc," he said before leaving.

You closed the door behind you, left alone with only the cats and a floor full of puddles you had no energy to clean.

"Well," you said to Felicia, who sat on the table in front of you. "Seems we made some friends."

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