You two always shared a bed at Caleb's place. His bed was comically huge, dwarfing even his frame on those dark sheets.
"Compensating for something, huh?" you'd tease. He'd smile and show you exactly how uncompensating he actually was.
And when he stayed over at your place? The sofa became his second home. Why? Because when you moved in, you never planned on sleeping with anyone else, so you'd bought a small bed and placed it sideways against the wall. Sometimes the space felt too small even for you alone.
Caleb?
He loved it. So he begged and begged to ditch the sofa and sleep next to you.
"Don't you love me anymore?"
He'd cook your favorite meal, just let him cuddle with you on that small bed.
So every time he had the chance to lie there with you, he'd relish the way your bodies molded into each other—each limb, every crease of skin pressed together, leaving no room for air. It felt like you were fused together.
Caleb relished that feeling.
Him, around you, fully covering you from head to toe, his body softly pressing yours into the mattress.
Caging you in his warmth. His love.
It was suffocating. Claustrophobic. You felt like bread in an oven.
But glancing up at Caleb's serene expression was enough to soothe your protests.
After all, what was a little experience of being fried alive compared to you two being together?
You thought so.
Until the next time you stayed over at his place.
The only bed was neatly made in his room. Soft dark sheets. Two pillows. Waiting for you two to fall asleep.
But the size. It was now the same as the one at your apartment.
"Ah," his cheerful voice reached you. "I always thought the previous bed was too big. It felt like I could always lose you in the sheets, you know? So," his warm hands embraced you from behind, "I changed it to a more appropriate size."
what if the ice agent that robby screamed at had actually attacked him? maybe he shoves him down and tries to detain him. jack is sleeping inside an empty room when someone wakes him up to help robby. jack gets there and sees the agent on top of robby, crushing him to the floor, and robby is barely struggling
(i thought this would actually happen because ice agents are f*ckers and the guy was clearly violent and unstable)
// hey everybodyyyy✨ ya guy has been having a hell of a writer's block but i am trying to slowly get back to it.
i actually got two asks for this when the episode aired, so i combined them here
i hope ya'll are still around🫶🏻
and also, fuck 🧊
“So please, for the love of God, can you just go wait over there in the room, with your detainee, so I don’t lose any more patients or staff?” Anger curled in the pit of Robby’s stomach as he stared the agent down, needing to bite his tongue to keep any further words from slipping. The taller man regarded him with a dark glint in his eyes, something ugly brewing beneath the surface.
"You think you get to tell me how to do my job?"
"I think I get to tell you what to do when you’re trespassing in my department," Robby said. "You’re a fucking disturbance"
It might have ended there. Tense, unpleasant, but it should have ended there.
“What did you say your name was again, doctor?” The agent's eyes dropped, to the name tag, to the thin gold chain visible at Robby's collar, the small Star of David pendant that had slipped loose from beneath his scrub top sometime during the shift. Something shifted in his expression, ugly and immediate, a sneer curling in where irritation had been a second before.
“Robinavitch? Course your kind would be the one running interference," he said, low, venomous. "Should've figured"
"Excuse me?" The anger simmering in Robby’s chest shifted to something colder, something nauseating.
"You heard me"
What happened next happened fast. The agent shoved forward, hard, catching Robby off guard and sending him stumbling back against the nurses' station hard enough to rattle the monitors. When Robby, instinctively, tried to steady himself and push back the space between them, the agent's hand closed around his wrist and wrenched it up behind his back with brutal, deliberate force.
"You’re under arrest" the agent barked, loud enough for the whole department to hear, hauling Robby down and forward with a violence that had nothing to do with any actual threat Robby posed. "You're resisting a federal officer -"
"I'm not resisting anything!" Robby's voice cracked, sharp with genuine alarm now, as his knees hit the floor hard and a heavy weight came down on top of him, pinning him flat.
"Robby!" Javadi's scream cut across the department, and then chaos. People shouting, steps rushing across the cold linoleum.
The agent's knee came down hard between Robby's shoulder blades, driving the air from his lungs in a single ragged gasp. Robby, gasping, tried to turn his head enough to breathe properly, the pressure only increased.
"Stop resisting" the agent snarled.
"Can't -" Robby's voice came out thin, desperate, chest unable to expand properly against the floor and the weight crushing down on it. "I’m not resisting - I can't breathe -!"
"Get off him!" Santos was there now, hauling uselessly at the agent's shoulder, shoved back hard for her trouble. "He can't breathe, get off him!"
"Stand back!” the second agent barked, weapon hand hovering near his belt in a way that froze everyone in place. Blood rushed in Robby’s ears, his struggling grew weaker, more desperate, small choked gasps the only sound he could manage against the floor.
***
Jack was asleep in the on-call room, desperate for a quick break before his shift, when Whitaker burst through the door without knocking, face white as a sheet.
"Jack - Doctor Abbot, it's Robby, ICE agents, they've got him on the ground, he can't- you need to come now"
Jack didn't remember the run from the on-call room to the front of the department. He remembered, with haunting clarity, what he found when he got there; Robby, pinned flat beneath an agent's weight, face gone a terrifying shade of red-purple, hands scrabbling weakly and uselessly against the iron grip bending them behind his back, chest heaving in tiny, insufficient gasps that weren't drawing in nearly enough air.
Something in Jack went past fear entirely, into something colder and more absolute. Something that hadn't surfaced in years, an old, bone-deep command presence he'd worked hard to leave behind and never fully lost.
"Get off him" His voice came out low, dangerous, cutting through the chaos of the department like a blade. "Get off him right now"
The agent's head snapped up, sneering. "This doesn’t concern you, doctor -"
"Major" Jack said, and something in the single word seemed to strike a chord. “It’s Major Abbot to you, and that’s my husband you’re suffocating on my floor. Get. Off”
For a nervewrecking second the agent seemed to consider his choices, but seemingly came up drawing blanks when faced with a plausible authority higher than his. And finally, finally, with a grudging glare towards Jack, the agent eased off.
Jack was on his knees at Robby's side before the weight had even fully lifted.
"Robby- hey, hey, I'm here, breathe, just breathe-" Jack rolled him carefully onto his side, supporting his head, watching with his own heart in his throat as Robby dragged in one huge, ragged breath, then another, chest heaving as air finally reached his lungs.
"Jack" Robby gasped, voice wrecked, eyes wide and wet and disoriented. "Jack -"
"I'm here. I've got you. You're breathing, that's it, just keep breathing." Jack's hands were shaking badly as they cradled his face, thumb brushing frantic and desperate over his cheekbone. "You're safe. I've got you. You’re okay"
Pearl will occasionally get flashbacks to the season 8 moon crash, especially during full moons! She will freeze, staring at the moon in the darkness, shivering and terrified. It doesn’t help that she is nocturnal and therefore has to spend more time around the moon.
Also, the moon crashed happened while she was in bed. She didn’t have to time to change out of her pajamas before she was forced into the rocket and… dropped into the void. She glided as they fell, trying her best to find something to grab onto and save herself; so she was the last to go. She still remembers the panic and desperation as she slowly lost oxygen in the cold, cold vacuum of the bloatem hole. Pearl witnessed the others die first…
Now, she refuses to leave the house for even a second while in pajamas. They’re not meant for the outside… especially not at night, in the dark… with the moon…
Gem has seen Pearl have flashbacks many times before—Gem gets them too. They have a phrase for eachother when the other is panicking: “you look cold”; because they shiver and shake when they panic. Often, they will wrap the other with their arms or in a jacket/blanket if they can so the other can calm down and ground themself. It’s sweet, it’s simple, it’s all they can do until it rides over.
Did I mention I’m a shiny duo enjoyer? They haunt my every waking thought.
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Imagine having your very first season in a new server like that end in an apocalypse!
*NSFW* I Didn't Know You Were This Beautiful (Immortal!Gn!Reader x Sadist!Best Friend)
CW: Non con, Dead Dove Don't Eat, torture, death/resurrection, forced oral, mutilation, suffocation
"Fuck, fuck, fuck...!" (Reader) whispered frantically to themselves as they washed the blood out of their shirt.
They were currently locked in their best friend's restroom as he nervously called out their name from the other side, worried about the way (Reader) had suddenly dropped the kitchen knife when helping him prepare dinner. "Please, let me take a look? You're freaking me out- I can take you to the hospital if you need stitches, just please, open the door, (Reader)."
It wasn't as though they lived in a world of heroes or monsters; (Reader) just learned at a very early age that some people were just different than others..
And that no one could ever find that out.
The door clicked open as the nervous man barged into his own restroom, terrifying the shirtless adult. Ignoring their tearful pleas, he grabbed both of their wet hands by the wrists, searching for an open wound. Yet, there was nothing.
The knife had gone almost completely through their thumb, soaking their shirt as they tried to hide how serious the injury was, but now there wasn't even a scratch.
Squeezing their eyes shut, (Reader) saw their frightened parents screaming at them, berating them for not being more careful. 'How could you let this happen?!' 'They'll take you away from us!' 'We'll have to leave again!' -
Golden brown eyes were still staring with wild disbelief at (Reader's) shaking palms.
"Where's the cut?"
Stupidly, the terrified person shaking in front of their long time secret crush, lied "What cut?" as though the sink wasn't still stained with their blood.
The veins popped through the tan hands as they constricted tighter around (Reader's) wrists, causing them to pop. And in a fraction of a second, the roles were reversed, with (Reader) being the terrified one gazing up in horror as their friend looked down upon them with an unknown emotion. His eyes were wide, but not with fear; confusion? Anger? An emotion (Reader) had never seen before in his slightly parted lips.
Then he began dragging the topless person silently back into the kitchen. (Reader) struggled against his arm, protesting, but they were never as strong as him, a muscled up gym bro who, up until that moment, seemed like the kindest himbo in existence.
"I'm really fine!" (Reader) protested, clawing at his arm. "Please, you're freaking me out, dude, let go!"
Back in the kitchen, one hand holding (Reader) immobile, the other grabbed the nicely sharpened knife still stained with droplets of blood. (Reader) barely got their hand up in time to protect their face, a reflex maneuver, when their former friend brought the knife down, slashing open their palm.
"AAAAAAAAAGH!!!!!" (Reader) screamed out, but their friend dropped the knife to quickly grab the injured hand by the wrist, eyeing it intensely.
Within seconds, the wound closed itself up before his eyes.
".. why didn't you tell me?" His voice was quiet, but he didn't sound like he was hurt.
Tears ran down (Reader's) cheeks. Although they had a miraculous healing ability, it still fucking hurt! "Why the hell did you do that?!"
He dropped their wrists, but before (Reader) could cradle their hand to their chest, his hands was grasping their chin roughly, squeezing their wet cheeks together while digging his fingers in deep enough to feel their teeth through the fat. They grabbed his forearm, trying to press their nails in deep enough to make him bleed, but his eyes were hazy, and his face was flushed.
"I didn't know you were so perfect, (Reader)."
"Hvuh?" The question sputtered out between their deformed lips.
"You know.. I have a secret too. Since I know your secret, I'll tell you mine also."
(Reader) had been so focused on his strange expression that they didn't realize that while he was holding them still with only one hand, he had been undoing his pants with the other. His belt made a loud clack as it hit the linoleum, and a cold sweat began to itch (Reader's) spine as it traveled down their hairs.
He was fully erect in his briefs.
His hand brought (Reader) closer to his face, his dark blonde curls touching their nose.
"I'm a sadist."
The fight that had been urging (Reader) to claw and struggle against someone who could bench press them was instantly replaced by freeze.
"I've tried to be a good boy. I've been sweet, but the only thing that can get me hard are snuff films."
He released (Reader's) jaw, taking advantage of their shock over what he had just said to shove them down onto their knees by their shoulders.
As they steadied themselves, they tried so hard to summon the ability to run, to fight, but as they reopened their eyes, they realized they were face to face with his groin.
It was embarrassing.
Even thinking it was embarrassing made (Reader) feel ashamed, because it shouldn't be embarrassing; it should have been fear.
"I know you've had a crush on me for, what, two years now?" He said in a mocking tone. "Isn't this what you've always wanted?"
The tears threatened to fall again.
"You dick." (Reader) spat, finally finding their voice. "I want to go home.. now."
The smile left his face, but he didn't look scared, like he would be in trouble, he instead looked a little bored.
"No."
Fear crept into (Reader's) core, making them visibly shake. "I won't tell anyone about this, so please.."
"Did you think I was telling you my secret because I was trying to blackmail you?" He asked incredulously, laughing. "(Reader), that wasn't a threat.. that was just a warning of what was about to happen."
He grabbed their ear swiftly to prevent them from scrambling away, pain shooting up and down their neck as they attempted to yank their head back. And he finally stepped out fully of his clothes; underwear in one hand and only wearing a shirt.
"We've been best friends for years now, someone who can self heal, and someone who can only cum when watching people die;" he bent down to face level, smiling tightly before attacking (Reader), forcing their mouth open and shoving his briefs into their mouth, "don't you think we belong together?"
(Reader) gagged, feeling the underwear hit their uvula. But he didn't stop. Holding the back of their head, and using his fingers, he shoved it down further. It was too much fabric for them to bite down on his hand, but they smacked him in the face and tried their best to knee him in the crotch as he slowly pushed the garment deeper and deeper.
Their hits became weaker as it got harder to breathe without choking. They didn't know how good their healing ability was, and they didn't want to die. (Reader) didn't see his excited cock come close to their face because their eyes were already rolling back into their skull.
But they tasted it. Before going unconscious they could taste his salty, unwashed dick slide over their tongue.
"Fuck, that face is amazing!" He gasped, barely holding himself together as he entered his friend. Their face was turning a strange color, and while choking they had unknowingly pissed themselves. He could feel his underwear with the tip of his dick, and grabbed their head so he could push it in deeper. Their throat spasmed around him as they held on to life, gurgling, trying to breathe, while he was in there.
"Fuck, don't make me cum too quickly.." He had only just put it in, and it was just like he had fantasized. He pulled out and rammed himself back into their throat, making a loud slapping sound by his balls hitting their drool and tear coated chin.
Their face was beautiful. Eyes, glassy, body twitching. They had gone from a darker shade of blood rush to a lighter shade of death.
He kept going. He didn't know how much longer they had, but it didn't matter. It felt perfect.
His legs were giving out as he got faster, cracking (Reader's) nose with his pelvis and splattering blood across his lower abdomen.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, FUCK!" The smile on his face was nearly drunken, the first genuine smile in his entire life, splitting his perfect face in two.
Then, (Reader) stopped. And he couldn't help but release inside them against his own underpants.
"Fuck.."
He pulled a wet, semi hard penis out, and allowed their body to fall to floor. Why weren't they waking up?
"Oh shit." He grabbed the knife from earlier, and went to their throat, slitting it open deeply enough for him to reach his briefs, and pull them out through the wound.
Once the clothes were out of (Reader's) trachea, the cut began to, albeit not as quickly as the thumb and palm. Then, they woke up, gasping dramatically and coughing.
And it was a if his entire life had just changed. A religious experience in his grandparent's kitchen. The color was balancing out in their face, their nose had straightened, but just like with the thumb, all the evidence of what he did to them was still there. Blood was dripping from their nose, made more dramatic by the mixing of other fluids, as they coughed up vomit and throat blood and his semen. Blood down the front of their naked chest, trailing down to their wet pants.
He wanted to kiss them.
To shove his tongue into their mouth and fuck them right there in the disgusting aftermath. But he held back.
(Reader's) eyes were full of betrayal.
He sighed, like a man in a love, not a criminal who had just violated his best friend in the most inhumane way possible.
"I didn't know you were this beautiful."
'We were made for each other, I'm never letting them leave.'
