#[ so i get woke up instead to go handle his shit . ]

[99naive]

the eepies are all consuming but im now awake

[lxnarphase]

GOOD MORNING, BABY

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...ft. : h. hiromi + k. shiu + r. sukuna + h. kinji + t. aoi

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, breeding kink, sukuna is a dickhead, shiu really loves his girl, hiromi loses his shit, aoi is a great boyfriend, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry

ᯓ ❤︎₊‧⁺...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!

who does it to tease you ↴

✧ k. shiu ; he's slow, purposefully grinding right against your sex, his cock leaking precum all over your thighs when he pushes through them. shiu thinks it’s so fucking cute how you try to grind against nothing in your sleep, he can’t help but tease you a little bit, a little smirk on his face at all your reactions

“always makin' me do all the work, aren't ya? hm, got a pretty lil' pillow princess on my hands...” “your man had such a tough day, and your here all comfy and sweet, waiting for me t' touch you. tsk, should've come home sooner, didn't mean to leave my girl waiting." “god, always loved how damn soft you are, angel. mm, so so soft and warm, jus' for me. don't worry, i'll wake you up with my cock cummin' all over your pretty skin.”

✧ h. kinji ; to be fair, you caused this. you teased the poor man all day, and kinji knows he's getting you back when you telling him you're gonna take a nap, rubbing your hands against his chest while wearing nothing but his t-shirt. since you're soooo eager to tease, he had no issues with teasing you back.

“hm? going to pretend you sleep? c'mon, sweetheart, don’t you want to be fucked? you're so fuckin' cute when y'wanna try and be stubborn, hun." "i know you’re awake, i see your pretty eyes trying not to open. all you have to do is open them and i’ll stop fucking your thighs and fuck you instead.” “thaaat’s it, baby, tha's my girl. rubbing up against me while looking so pretty. let’s give you a reward, hm? gonna pop the tip in an' see how fast we can get ya to cry for the rest of it.”

who does it because they are desperate ↴

✧ h. hiromi ; there’s no knowing what caused him to snap, but hiromi comes home practically feral. it's hot, so hot as he quickly takes off all his clothes, uncaring about his expensive suit jacket on the floor. he’s been thinking about you ever since he left his office, thinking about every curve of your body, every sweet noise you’d make, and how delicious you sound saying his name.

“honey, wake up, please. ’m not fucking you until you wake up and look at me. you're not getting my cock til you look at me.” “beg? oh, no, no, no, pretty thing, no teasing and no playing around. the only one that’s going to beg is you, baby. now stop being a little brat and be good for me, yeah? don't wanna punish you, not when you look so cute right now." "how about i just fuck your thighs and, cum all on them? you want my cum to go to waste? or do you want to be fucked full of my cum like a good girl? make your fucking choice.”

who wakes you up ↴

✧ r. sukuna ; sukuna doesn’t even go to thigh fucking, he skips that. no, he’s grumpy his sleep was interrupted by the annoying rush of blood to his dick. so now, he's biting your thighs, sucking on them before going down on you, using his tongue and fingers to prep you lazily shoving his stupidly big cock inside you, humming when you moan yourself awake.

“look who's awake. took you long enough, I put so much effort into making you feel good before I shoved my dick inside ya. hey, don't smack my tits, brat, i'll bite your damn hand off.” “hm? you want me to move? mm. why should i? ...because i woke you up? tch...you're lucky you're s' fucking pretty or i'd just jerk off and cum all over your face.” "fuck, always take me in s' fuckin' good...i trained this cunt right, now she knows how t' handle my cock. 'member when you couldn't even take half of it in? look at you now, turned ya into my nasty little cockslut."

✧ t. aoi ; you fell asleep in aoi's lap, arms wrapped around his neck as you rested your head against his shoulder. the thigh fucking was supposed to happen, yes, but you were tired, opting out for cockwarming him as he watched whatever show he put on. but then you started squirming around, whining so cutely in your sleep. how could he not take care of his girl?

“oh, hiii, bunny...you’re finally awake? hey, shhh, shh, 's okay, i've got ya. feels real good, right? y'just sounded so cute, i couldn' help myself, pretty, you were squeezing me so tight.” “too slow? do you want me to go faster, darling? all you have to do is ask....heh, no, 'm not being mean! i just think you're cute all sleepy, is all.” “it’s hitting deep? yeah? maybe i should lift you higher and slam you down to see how deep i really can go.”

[princessbrunette]

All i can think about is rafe cameron buying you stupidly expensive lingerie sets for christmas😵‍💫 and then after breakfast he asks you to model them🤭

SANTA BABY ♡

gettin me in the festive spirit hehehe this made me wanna spend xmas with the cameron’s so bad :((

cw: christmas duh, family bonding time, i aged Wheezie down to be like 6 years old bc i think it would be cute idk LMAOOO , suggestive themes but nothing too crazy ❀

At his core, Rafe Cameron liked to think he was a family man. He’d often flip out, misbehave, and shit talk his family members it’s true, but Christmas was a time he liked to put it all behind him (Atleast until the new year starts, and he can start up his usual BS)

As you can imagine, Christmas at the Cameron’s was something extravagant. Humungous white christmas tree with silver decorations at the centre of the house, the outside of the house decked with lights that required enough power to start up 3 yachts, fake snow on the porch and Frank Sinatras Christmas album playing round the house at each corner. The years had only softened Ward, and whilst he could be cruel, hard on Rafe and borderline forgetful of Wheezies existence — Christmas was where he shone brightest, just wanting to do right by his kids and now, you, his sons girlfriend.

Receiving presents from the family was a whole different ballgame to your usual Christmas at home, Ward having grinned ear to ear when he handed you the box with the Tiffany’s heart tag charm bracelet glittering under the Christmas lights of the early morning (Wheezie being Wheezie woke everyone up at 6AM sharp.) Rafe, who’d insisted you’d curled right up to his side on the couch wearing his robe resisted an eye roll, his dad always having to out do him, but you seemed elated and he felt his heart warm.

They went all out, Rose handing you a literal 90’s Blumarine runway piece she’d simply overheard you talking Rafes ear off about, the next 5 minutes spent by you and Sarah fawning over it. Sarah’s gift was next, a set of SKIMS dresses you’d been saving to your Pinterest which she couldn’t help but notice, and of course Wheezie proudly handing you a glittery macaroni necklace she’d crafted you at school, which you had no choice but to act like it was the best gift of all.

Come Rafe’s turn, he simply offered his family a smile and patted your side, turning his head to look at you. “I’ve got her presents in my room, figured I’d give it to you privately.” He teases, ignoring Sarah’s ‘Barf’ comment from her cross legged position on the floor beside her little sister.

The family dispersed for a little while, Sarah helping Wheezie set up her new toys on the carpet infront of the tree, Rose and Ward going to start up the food in the kitchen (Ward insists on cooking everything themselves instead of having the chefs do it, because it was tradition.) Before you could wander in there and offer your help, you were being pulled back gently by the arm into your fluffy robe clad boyfriend wearing a poorly masked excited smile. “What, you don’t want your present from me?”

He slides a box from under his bed when you get up to his room again, covered with thin pink gift paper to hide the logo. He sits on his chair, robe falling between his legs and bare knees exposed outwards. “C’mon, sit on santas lap.” He grins and you mirror him, skipping over, happy and spoiled and perching on his leg. He puts the box in your lap and you peel away the paper to see the Agent Provocateur logo with the iconic black ribbon. You widen your eyes at him as if to say ‘Okaaaay, good job’ before wedging your fingertips carefully beneath the cardboard lip and lifting it, seeing 5 sets before you that was perfectly accustomed to your taste.

You remember your trip to the city with Rafe, it was business of course — but you were happy to tag along and walk alongside him watching him handle things for you and his family. You’d spotted the fancy lingerie store, practically pressing yourself up against the glass of the window as you look inside rambling about how you had so many of the sets saved to your Pinterest, pointing out each with your finger smushed to the glass. Rafe nodded distractedly, phone pressed to his ear, leaning on his hip in his gridded shirt and khaki pants that fit too good, before gesturing to you with his thumb that the two of you needed to get moving again, or else you’d be late to the appointment with a buyer. You pout and peel yourself away from the store.

But that was like what, September? Did he go back and buy it all for you? Order it once he’d returned home with you? You’d know Rafe to hold a grudge, but didn’t know his memory served in a positive manner too. “Rafe…” You coo, plucking out the sets and holding them up to admire the intricate lace detailing, spotting matching garters and whatever else you’d mentioned laying in the box. The thought of him fumbling through your underwear drawer trying to figure out your bra size made you giggle, wrapping an arm around his neck in an appreciative squeeze.

“How’d you remember?” Your voice was high in awe, wanting to hold on to this sweet side of Rafe forever.

“Please, I pay attention sometimes y’know.” He smirks modestly, eyes on the box as he admires his work. “So you like it? Yeah?” His hands finding your hips and giving them a soft squeeze.

“Love it, Rafey.” It comes out muffled, because you’re busying yourself with pressing big wet kisses to his cheek, and then eventually his mouth. He pulls away a fraction, lips still brushing yours and eyes cracking open.

“Gonna try it all on for me though, right?” He drawls in that classic Rafe way that you can never say no to and you nod so vigorously you nearly headbutt him. He pats your butt with a pleased hum and pecks you once more. “Atta girl.”

[submattenthusiast]

no sleep

wc : 2.3k, lowercase intended

pairings : sub!matt x kinda mean!dom reader (no use of y/n)

contains : SMUT, use of mommy and mama,edging,degrading,p in v, more probably.

notes ! - this took so long never again. thank you for all of the love on beggin. proofread but probably not good.i appreciate any and all feed back love y'all.

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today was supposed to be a lazy day for you and matthew, as both of you had nothing planned and you rarely got days like this.your boyfriend had other plans apparently.

the poor boy started his day moaning and groaning from a wet dream that he had, not wanting to wake you, he tried to contain himself and his raging boner and go back to sleep.

“o-oh mommy please i can't take it anymore p-please let me cum” is all you heard as you stirred awake from the continuous movement and noises coming from your boyfriend. the needy boy was practically humping you, desperate to get off. instead of waking him up and helping him out, you decided to go back to sleep having plans to help him out later.

he had woken up confused and horny trying to remember his dream before it faded.seeing that you were sound asleep next to him he snuck off to the bathroom to handle his situation so he could come back to bed.

after 10 minutes of trying and failing pathetically to get his boner to go away he gave up and came back to bed. he tried to go back to sleep but his cock was twitching and it was starting to hurt,without realizing he started inching closer and rubbing his cock against you trying to relieve himself in any way possible."mm? matt,baby? what are you doing?” you said quietly as you woke up from his motions against your back. 

“oh shit i'm sorry i-i just” matt spoke,embarrassed that you caught him getting off so pathetically. “you just what?” you questioned. “it hurts so b-bad i just wanted to make it stop,”he said barely above a whisper. “by humping me like a dog?” you mocked . he whimpered, as his face turned red from embarrassment."y-yes mama i’m sorry” “please help me i need you so bad” he begged getting closer to you. “no matthew, mama’s tired, go back to sleep and don’t you dare touch yourself,” you said sternly. he pouted before silently agreeing,adjusting himself and attempting to sleep.

not even an hour later you feel the bed moving,causing you to wake up once again.the culprit being your needy boyfriend having yet another wet dream."matthew?” you spoke a bit irritated.“hm ? oh hi baby w-what’s wrong” he said groggily and confused. “humping me and now humping the bed?” you said as you moved to straddle him. ''m sorry i guess i was having a bad dream'' "he said confused. ''well that dream woke me up for the second time” you sighed.before he could speak again you continued “you’ve been such a needy slut all night,wakin’ me up so i’ll have to help you out huh?” you said degrading him “n-no mama i-” he stuttered. “no? so you don’t want me to get you off?”, “you weren’t just moaning my name” you said ,making him look down.you grabbed his jaw, making him look at you “if you don’t need me then i’ll get off your lap and go back to sleep,yeah?” you cooed. “NO! please help me i’m sorry please help me i need it so bad, please” he begged, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“you’re gonna cum and then we’re going back to sleep,do you understand me?” you said,still gripping his jaw tightly. “y-yes mommy i promise” he said, looking up at you. “good boy,now strip,” you demanded. He scrambled to his feet to strip,eager to please you.“what now mama?” he asked,moving to sit back down on the bed,slightly shy because you still had all your clothes on. “you think you can fuck me sweet boy?" you asked while moving his messy brown locks out of his face. “n-no- i mean yes but-!” he started to speak “but what matthew?” you questioned as he got quiet ''i want to mommy i-i just'' he began “won’t last long” he whispered the last part embarrassed.you chuckled before responding “you were so desperate to cum before,what happened baby?”. “it’s not funny”,he pouted “j-just wanna make you cum too” he said while fidgeting with his fingers. 

you moved from your position in front of him to lay down on the bed.he sat there nervously waiting for your next command.you gestured for him to move as you spread your legs,making room for him.he got on his knees in between your legs and started lightly touching your thighs,slowly making his way up to your underwear.matthew looked at you for permission before eagerly taking them off.he was mesmerized by your pussy,almost drooling at the sight.you giggled before urging him to make a move. “s-sorry mama, fuck you’re just so pretty” he said still focused on you. “i’m so pretty but you still can’t fuck me?” you teased before continuing “guess i’m gonna have to get myself off then” you smirked,moving to get up before matthew pushed you down “no NO-!”,“please i can do it”,“ i can make you cum please please lay back down” he said barely finishing his sentences.

you stayed silent,making him nervous so he buried his head in your neck whispering apologies and kissing anywhere his lips could reach,before you spoke again “so needy still?,"don’t you get tired” you said while moving his head.he looked down at you before adjusting his position and slowly slipping his cock in.the room was filled with soft whimpers and moans before he spoke again “like that mama?”,a-am i doing good” he questioned desperate for praise, before whimpering again.“fuck” was all you could say as he bottomed out. with your permission he slowly started moving, his cock filling you up deliciously. “you’re doing so good,baby fuck,but i need you to go a bit faster, okay?” you cooed.your words flipped a switch in him as he started to increase his pace ,thrusting into your pussy roughly. “shit just like that”you said before moaning loudly as he hit that sweet spot inside you continuing his thrusts,he slithered his hands around your waist,gripping you as if you were gonna disappear if he let go.

you could tell he was getting close as his moans increased in sound and his hips started to stutter.“fuck mommy i’m close m sorry” he whimpered loudly. “hold it” you said without hesitation.“f-fuck i can try mama” he whispered attempting to slow his thrusts.you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in closer as he leaned down,attempting to muffle his sounds with your boobs.bliss is all you felt as he rutted his hips into yours repeatedly,letting your tough demeanor slip,too fucked out to see the warning signs that the boy above you was getting dangerously close to the edge.his whimpers,his loud moans,and most importantly him startin to cry.he sniffled before speaking quietly, “m so sorry fuck i’m sorry” he said barely above a whisper.his words snapped you out of the trance he put you in, whipping your head down to where the two of you were connected and quickly realized why he was crying ''matthew”,you nearly spat,intensely glaring at him.head still hung in shame and tears still strolling down his face he responded, "y-yes”. “got something to tell me?” you asked harshly.he started fidgeting nervously as if he wasn’t still buried deep inside you,cock covered in his own cum. “i-i came without permission i’m s-s-orry” he said shamefully.before you had a chance to speak up he continued,rambling. “i’m so so sorry i just-!,fuck i needed to cum and m so pathetic mama m sorry” he expressed,hoping for some sympathy from you.you paused for a moment, gears shifting and turning in your head,as you thought of what to do with your boyfriend in this moment.your silence made the boy feel every emotion at once,causing him to start throwing up words again. “mommy-” was the only word he could get out before you interrupted him “you hurt my feelings,being so desperate and selfish.” you said with pout, “you were supposed to make me cum,but i guess i was right huh?”, “can’t even make me cum,how pitiful” you spat.he whines at your harsh tone and derogatory words “no i can please m sorry for being selfish,please let me make you proud.”  you grabbed him by his chain bringing him to your face as you firmly spoke “i don’t want to hear a sound from you,and if i hear a single sound you are fucked”. he nodded not wanting to get into deeper shit but he was feeling deprived still. “u-um can i still have a kiss”, he mumbled. “do you deserve one matthew?”, you half joked, but the poor boy took it serious. “o-oh no i guess not m sorry” he muttered sadly.feeling a slight bit of pity, you pulled him down for a sweet and slow kiss, knowing how much he needs reassurance.

he weeped into the kiss as he slowly started moving his hips.the boy was set on making you cum,so desperate to hear you call him a good boy.the pace he set was mainly for him,still being so incredibly horny and still reeling from his previous orgasm.“this pace is putting me to sleep and not in a good way” you said,holding back a moan from feeling so full. “sorry fuck sorry” he said while adjusting the speed of his thrust,beginning to pound into you.“fuck just like that baby,keep going” you moaned.he was hitting all the right spots,his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you deliciously.if you weren’t paying close attention you would not have heard the muffled groans and tiny moans from your boyfriend. “c-can’t stay quiet mama” matthew started, “cover m-my mouth ple-ase’’ he stuttered out,the pleasure overwhelming him slightly.he shyly looked up at you,eyes pleading for you. “my sweet boy,finally listening to me” you cooed,as you moved your finger up to his mouth,confused he opened his mouth to speak,giving you the perfect opportunity to slip your finger in.taking whatever you give him,he began sucking gently on your index finger,groaning at the taste.with your finger still in his mouth,you adjusted so you where near his ear and breathed out a soft “good boy” making him stop his thrusts momentarily. “d-don’t say that please i’m gonna cum again and i d-don’t wanna disappoint you” he sighed. “close already matthew?” you teased,he slowly started moving instead of replying.

him ignoring you set something off,since he didn’t wanna respond but won’t stay quiet you’ll just have to shut him up! you pulled your finger out his mouth with a pop,quickly moving your hand to cover his mouth.his thrusts continued,as he stayed focused on being quiet and making you cum.licking and biting all over the hand covering his mouth,letting you know that he was close to coming undone.you removed your hand from his mouth and he took deep breath before speaking again. “i’m sorry,i can’t hold it anymore,please i need to cum” he pleaded with you. “i-i can still k-keep going after i cum b-but please i can’t–fuck” he whined loudly,rutting his hips against yours desperately. “cum for me” you said softly.his thrusts became eratic as he came hard.he momentarily paused his thrusts,coming down from his previous orgasm.cum started to spill from between you both, onto the silk sheets underneath. “you okay sweet boy?,are you sure you can handle another?”, you spoke as you caressed his cheeks.he leaned into your touch before speaking up “y-yes m sorry i’ll get to it” he sniffled,tears beginning to form in his waterline. “my good boy,mommy’s so close” you cooed up at him.

matt was still a bit sensitive from previous orgasms and on the brink of overstimulation.he slowly started moving his hips again,wincing slightly as he moved.he gave you a moment to adjust,before setting a steady pace. “f-fuck keep going sweetheart you’re so amazing” you said through moans. during these intimate moments he needs praise,no matter how much he likes your degrading words. “am i doing good mommy,m-makin you feel good” he asked nervously,biting his lips. “please-shit,please tell me m doin good please” he begged. “yeah baby,doing so good for mama,making her feel so good” you breathlessly said against his lips.he moaned into the kiss before breaking it to speak again “are y-you close mama,you’re gettin really tight.” you giggled at his way of saying he feels you clenching around him. “mommy’s so close sweetheart” you whimpered.he moved his head down towards your neck,leaving soft kisses in a beeline towards your boobs.he found comfort within your tits,kissing and sucking on them for a moment.

your orgasm hit you like a truck,experiencing multiple forms of pleasure.the boy sucking on your boobs messily,fingers rubbing frantically on your swollen clit,and his cock hitting that sweet spot. “ shit mama’s gonna cum” you moaned. “god-fuck keep going don’t stop” you groaned,while throwing your head back into the pillows. “m cumming again mommy please let me” he whined,wanting to cum at the same time. “cum with me,wanna hear those pretty sounds” you somehow got out with all the stimulations you were feeling.one final thrust from the boy and the room was filled with heavenly moans and whimpers.he slowly pulled out,a mix of cum spilling out of you.after pulling out he cuddled up next to you,looking up at you with love.you wrapped your arms around him showering him in kisses and praise . “i-i love you mommy” he whispered sleepily. “i love you too sweet boy,lets get you cleaned up so we can sleep’’ you spoke between kisses.

you both showered and changed into pajamas and you finally got to sleep.

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notes - this is so ass and i didn't know how to end it BYE

re-upload!

[cherryobx]

congratulations on 2.4k followers!!🤍💐

turn the radio up! can i please get a rafe cameron fic based off of the song, work song by hozier, please and thank you!!☺️

Work song

a/n: thank you sm rach! hope you like it!

pairing: Rafe Cameron x reader

summary: Rafe cuts his business trip short because he can't stand being away from you

warnings: like 1 bad word lmao

wc: 0.8k

“I’m not coming home just because you miss me.” 

“Why not?” you whine over the phone. Rafe is on a trip with his dad and has barely been away for a couple of days.

“Because I have shit to do here. I can’t just leave,” he scolds and you can picture him frowning and his eyebrows furrowed.

You pout. “Come on! Please, for me?”

He sighs before he gives you a negative answer. “It’s just two weeks. You can handle not seeing me for that long. Yeah?”

“I can’t, Rafe. I’m dying over here.”

“You poor thing,” he mocks. “You’ll be fine.”

“Okay, I get it. You don’t love me anymore.” You throw yourself on your bed, holding the phone to your ear and staring at the ceiling.

Another sigh, and probably an eyeroll. “Of course I still love you. I just have business I need to take care of here before I come back. Just two weeks.”

Just two weeks. Rafe has been telling himself that every time he’s thought of you during this trip. Which has been a lot. He can’t seem to focus on anything else really. Never before has a girl been on his mind like this.

He’s obviously been in relationships before. He’d rather categorise them as situationships but he’s not so sure about his ex-girlfriends.

Rafe feels like he’s going crazy. He can’t focus on the task before him, his mind drifting off to you. He’s wondering what you’re doing. If you’re at home or hanging out with your friends. He once caught himself thinking about what you had for dinner. Who cares about things like this? Him now apparently.

“Rafe!” His father says loudly. “Stop daydreaming for once and listen.”

“Yeah, sorry,” he mutters and physically shakes his head in an attempt to get the thoughts of you out of his head for a second. It’s almost impossible. 

He checks his phone every time it lights up in hopes that it’s you. He likes getting texts from you, updating him on how your day’s going. When it’s not you, he’s disappointed.

When it’s time to go to sleep, he just can’t. He tosses and turns all night. It drives Ward crazy and he regrets getting one room instead of two at the hotel they’re staying at. Rafe’s so used to another body being next to him. He’s accustomed to having you in his arms and it’s weird and unfamiliar when you’re not there for him to hold.

Rafe held out for five days before he packed his bags in the middle of the night and got on the next flight home. His father left 12 missed calls and even more messages when he woke up but it’s too late now. Rafe has already landed and is driving home.

It’s 6am when he furiously knocks on your front door. 

“What the fuck?” you groan and put on a bathrobe before dragging yourself to the front door. It’s way too early for any human interaction, you think.

You open the door and there he is in all his glory. He looks exhausted and his hair is a mess, probably has been running his fingers through it in stress.

“Well look who it is. Mr. I’m-not-coming-home-before-the-end-of-this-trip Cameron.” There’s a smirk on your lips. You never thought he’d be the one to cave in like this.

“Shut up.” He steps into your home and closes the front door after him, locking it too for good measure.

He wraps his arms around you and holds you close, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck and inhaling your sweet familiar scent. You smell like home. He feels better already, the stress immediately leaving his body.

“Come on.” You take his hand and pull him into your bedroom. 

You take off your bathrobe, revealing his own t-shirt underneath which you wore to sleep. 

“I was looking for that shirt.” He narrows his eyes at you.

“And now you’ve found it.” You plop onto your bed and hold open to cover for him so he could crawl under them with you.

He makes quick work of removing most of his clothing before joining you. His hands immediately find you and he pulls you flush against him. You place one of your palms against his chest and feel his heartbeat.

He places a soft kiss on the top of your head and then keeps his lips there. “I’m gonna marry you,” he mumbles into your hair.

“What?”

“Be quiet.”

Before you know it, soft snores are coming from the man next to you and you smile, your heart aching from the love for him. He’s so smitten. But so are you.

[roses-r-rosie3]

HIIII!! I was wondering if you could do like a smut Miguel O’Hara x male reader where they recently had like an agreement abt Miles and how the reader thinks Miles should save he’s dad instead of being killed and Miguel disagrees with him so days later reader kinda ignores him (Yk silent treatment???) and then Miguel is so fed up it turns to smut??

All Eyes On Me

Miguel O’Hara x M!Reader

A/n: again, credits to whoever drew the spider-man oc!

Warnings: jealousy, smut, a bit of angst, swearing, rough sex

Quote: “Ah, now you wanna talk, you only wanna talk when you’re getting fucked like a slut? Huh? Should I start fucking you every time you ignore me?”

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You and Miguel were having a movie date night in your living room to calm Miguel down from all that happened that day. But you also needed to confront Miguel on how he treated Miles.

“You know Miguel, you were a bit harsh on Miles earlier” you said as you paused the tv.

“How?! The kid could’ve destroyed the multiverse!” Miguel yelled.

“Calm down Miguel, I was just saying, his uncle already died, most of us only had one of our loved ones die, don’t you think that’s already enough for him to handle, he’s only 15 after all” you said.

“It happened to all of us! Even you y/n! You’re parents, Uncle Ben, and Aunt May died and you’re not acting like he did!” Miguel said angrily.

You went silent as you started to look down at the floor, thinking about the painful memory that you desperately tried to forget about. Miguel began profusely apologizing as soon as he realized what he just said.

"Y/n, I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to!" Miguel pleaded.

You ignored Miguel's apologies as you got up from the couch and walked into your shared bedroom and slammed it shut.

"Shit, why did I say that" Miguel cursed as turned off the tv and ran into their room.

As Miguel walked inside the bedroom, you were originally facing the door, but turned the other way so that his back was facing Miguel.

"Y/n, listen, I'm sorry, I really didn't mean it" Miguel said as he laid next to you.

You stayed silent. Miguel started to slowly try and hug you, but you immediately swatted his hand away. Miguel sighed as he looked up at the ceiling and slowly fell asleep, thinking that you would forget about it the next day.

The next day

When Miguel woke up, he expected you to be right next to him, but saw that you weren't there. You would usually kiss Miguel awake or you would still be asleep, which meant that you were still mad at him.

Miguel got out of their bed and started to walk down the hallway. As Miguel was about to go use the restroom, out of the corner of his eye, he saw you walking towards the door with your spider suit on.

"Can I at least get a goodbye kiss before you go?" Miguel said.

The eyes on your spider costume started to glare daggers at Miguel before you ignored Miguel and swung away. Miguel sighed again as he went back into the restroom. Surely you wouldn't be able to keep this act on for long, after all, you both worked at the same place and Miguel was technically your boss.

Skip to when Miguel arrives at the society

As Miguel walked through the doors, he saw you talking to Jess. You immediately saw Miguel walking up to you and Jess and rolled your eyes and told Jess goodbye before you swung away. When Miguel finally made his way to Jess, you were gone.

"Someone’s in the dog house, what did you do this time?" Jess laughed.

"I'm not talking about it here" Miguel grumbled.

Jess just chuckled as Miguel swung away to find you.

When Miguel finally found you, you were talking To Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr. And as soon as you saw him you rolled your eyes once again as you were about to swing away, but before you could do so, Miguel stopped you.

"You know you can't ignore me right! I'm technically your boss and I could fire you right now!" Miguel said.

You just rolled your eyes under your mask as you flipped Miguel off before swinging away once again.

Gwen, Hobbie, and Pavitr who watched the whole thing go down, were about to laugh but Miguel immediately gave them a death glare before they could do so.

Miguel sighed as he went inside of his office and just sat down.

Reader's pov

You were still pissed about what Miguel said last night. So you came up with an idea to get under Miguel's skin. But little would you know, that plan would backfire on you.

"Hey Ben!" you said.

...

"Are you sure Miguel won't kill me?" Ben said nervously.

"I'll make sure of it" you said.

"And you promise to pay me?"

"Yes Ben, don't worry"

"okay then" Ben said uneasily.

Miguel's pov

Miguel got out of his office and decided that he was going to give you that same silent treatment. But when he got out of his office, he saw you flirting with Ben, rubbing his arms, giggling and laughing at him. Miguel lost it and he pushed Ben out of the way as he took your arms.

“Lyla lock the doors and go to sleep, me and y/n are going to have a talk” Miguel growled as he took you into his office.

Miguel looked at you with a slight red glow in his eyes. And you could tell Miguel was mad, which is exactly what you wanted, but what happened next is not what you expected. Miguel started to kiss you aggressively. You tried desperately to get out of the kiss but Miguel wouldn't let you.

When you finally pulled apart, you still refused to look at Miguel in the eyes. That made Miguel even more angry than he already was. Miguel decided to bite down on your neck, leaving bruising and possibly even breaking some skin. You tried to hold back a moan, not wanting to give into Miguel's tactics.

"Still not gonna speak huh? I'll make sure your screaming my name by the end of this" Miguel whispered in your ear as he ripped your suit with ease.

Miguel quickly shoved you chest first against the wall, immediately dropping to his knees behind you, grabbing your cheeks and pulling them apart. You arched your back, trying your best not to moan as Miguel in your hole before leaning in to drag his tongue over it.

You felt your cock hardening as Miguel slobbered all over your hole. His spit coating your hole as he stuck his tongue in and out of it. Miguel frowned when he saw that you were still refusing to make any noise.

“You still wanna be brat? I’ll show you” Miguel growled as he plunged his fingers into your hole, which caused you to yelp.

Miguel smirked at your reaction so he was quick to add more fingers inside of you and stretch you open, moving faster than he usually would. You couldn’t contain your moans anymore, his fingers alone made you a mess.

When you were as stretched as he could get you, Miguel quickly got to his feet and his suit quickly disintegrated into nothing, leaving him completely nude. He grabbed onto your shoulder as he pushed you further into the wall as he used his other hand to lead his cock into your hole.

You whined as you felt him press inside of you. He slowly but surely started to push himself deeper inside of you. When he was fully inside of you, he started thrusting in an animalistic style. Your jaw dropped as you screamed his name as he consistently rammed into your prostate. Miguel quickly shoved his fingers into your mouth.

“Ah, ah, ah, I thought you didn’t want to speak to me? What happened to that? Huh? Where’s that fighting spirit mi amor?” Miguel growled as he quickened his pace.

Tears started to form in your eyes as the sounds of his hips meeting your ass filled the room. You started to suck on Miguel’s finger’s in hope of not making any noise, but all that did was just boost Miguel’s ego.

“Look at you. Ngh~ trying to suck on my fingers to try and stay quiet? You like the taste of my fingers that much, huh?” Miguel smirked.

The spit that gathered in your mouth and spilled past, down his hand and wrist and dripping down your chin. You were struggling to swallow all the pool of drool in your mouth as Miguel kept fucking you, his pace not faltering one bit as he pushed you further into the wall.

“Who do you think you are huh? You think just because you’re mad at me you can go talk to other guys? Can Ben fuck you this good? Answer me! Can Ben fuck you like this?” Miguel scowled.

“N-no” you tried to say with Miguel’s fingers still in your mouth.

“Ah, now you wanna talk, you only wanna talk when you’re getting fucked like a slut? Huh? Should I start fucking you every time you ignore me?” Miguel said as he fucked deeper into you.

You couldn't focus as tears gathered in your eyes, moving your hand to grip at Miguel’s hair. Tugging on it whenever Miguel would hit your sweet spot. You let out a choked off scream as his cock rammed deeper inside of you. You could feel his smirk against your neck.

Your cock gave a twitch as you felt your orgasm hurdling closer, each ram against your prostate forcing it closer and closer. Miguel quickly took his fingers out of your mouth and gripped onto your cock, not letting you cum just yet.

“I know you want to cum baby, but I’m gonna need you to say who you belong to” Miguel grinned.

“I-I-fuck-I belong to you” you whimpered.

“Do you belong to anyone else?”

“No”

“Do you belong to Ben?”

“No”

“Who do you belong to?”

“YOU” You cried out.

“That’s my good boy” Miguel smirked against your ears as he began to jerk you off.

Your head fell back on Miguel shoulder’s as you let out a loud moan, releasing your thick white spluttered out of you coating both the wall in front of you and Miguel’s hands. Miguel was not too far behind you and he growled as he shoved himself as deep as possible inside of you as possible as he came, making sure to get as much of his cum as he could inside you, wanting to paint you with as much of his his cum as possible.

Miguel lazily thrust his hips a few times, drawing out the pleasure as much as possible before he came to a stop. He leant up to kiss your lips carefully, who was still blissed out and unresponsive. He pulled out with a wet noise, and quickly turned his suit back on. When you finally got back to your senses, Miguel was helping clean both you and the wall in front of you.

“You’re gonna be paying for my new suit since you’re the one who ripped it” you sighed.

“As you wish sir” Miguel smiled, acting as if he didn’t annihilate the shit out of your organs.

[loserlvrss]

꒰ 𝐋'𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐄 𝐌𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐄 ꒱ 배준영

summary : you were tired and not feeling well because of your period, just wanting to go to bed—so, your boyfriend helps you shower

genre : fluff, jacob x afab!reader, established relationship tws : they’re in the shower (but no weird shit), language(?), skinship, kissing, mentions of periods/cramps (described as being gross, but only by reader), domestic fluff as hell (i mean AS HELL), they’re in love your honor, not proofread author notes : i’m baccckkkk (?) word count : 1k

you had just gotten off of work, finally making it home through the traffic; stressed out, tired and not feeling well. you had barely gotten through the door, barely gotten your shoes off and barely put your purse down before flopping onto your couch. you nozzled into the plush side, eyes shutting instinctively. the vague scent of home that lingered throughout your apartment was comforting, and you swear you could drift off into dreamland promptly. 

and that you did, only being woken up by your boyfriend who had also just gotten back from work (really, practice). “baby,” his hand rested against your cheek, “you gotta wake up.” you grumbled in response—but too sleepy to protest further. “let’s at least get ready for bed, okay?” 

then jacob was gripping your sides, ragdolling you (gently) to turn over, your fingers grabbed his forearms. at least the movement woke you up enough to be coherent. 

“baby, did you just get back?” you said through a yawn, “was practice okay?”

“yes, my love,” he sat you up, kissing the side of your head, “was work?”

you hummed, remembering the less-than delightful memories from earlier in the day. “no…” you trailed off, swinging your legs over the side of the couch and getting up. “did you eat?”

“i did, but don’t change the subject. do you want to talk about it?”

“i was just so stressed with my workload. and, my cramps are killing me—i started my period, but at least it was during my lunch break.” 

“do you want to shower then?” he asked, helping you stand. “i can help yo–” 

“no!” your eyes shot open, awakening you fully, “that’s kinda gross, don’t you think?”

he hummed sweetly, “never, love. i find nothing about you gross, okay?”

“are you sure?” you pouted out a lip, however instead of responding verbally, he just kissed said lip quickly. “fine, but i warned you it’ll look like a slasher movie.” you pointed.

your boyfriend laughed, taking your extended index finger and putting it down. “good thing your favorite genre is thrillers.”  

“shut up.” you lightly hit his chest. 

“and, frankly, i could probably use a shower, anyways. we’ll save water.” you huffed, “go start it and i’ll find that hoodie you always want to wear, okay?”

and, you were never the person to refuse such a tempting offer—you were also too tired to care about the trivial details that he let go. 

once inside the bathroom, you twisted the handles, letting the water run to the right temperature. the humidity filled the room and warmed your skin. you stepped in, the gentle pattern soothing your tensed muscles (that you’d eventually gotten used to throughout the day). 

your eyes started to close, body leaning against the tile when the sound of the door awoke you. you felt his hand slide to your hip, chest lightly touching your back as you shared the stream. if he wasn’t the embodiment of comfort, then you weren’t sure what ever would be. 

and if you wouldn’t drown as the result, you would’ve thrown your head back and rested it in the nape of his neck. 

wordlessly he started to wash your hair, simultaneously giving you a scalp massage—you hadn’t realized how much tension you were holding until it released little by little. your knees felt weak, heart swelling at the little action. he then helped you wash your body, like he said he would, not caring about your monthly torcher that washed down the drain. 

he placed his soft hands on your shoulders, pulling you back fully against him, “hey, lean against me if it’s too hard.” 

“i’m sorry, i don’t know—i’m just so tired today, jacob.” 

his arms snaked around your hips, resting against your lower stomach as he hugged you. “don’t be sorry,” he whispered, tone laced with nothing but honesty, “i understand.” and you both knew that he’d still take care of you even if you were fully awake. “i’ll get you some medicine for your cramps, then we can go to bed.” 

“can we watch that stupid dating show again, i think it’s so funny.” 

another kiss landed on your temple, “sure, you know i’d do anything for you.” 

“let’s go before i actually fall asleep standing up.” you hummed a laugh breathily, “then i won’t be able to watch it at all, a tragedy really.” 

he started a reply, “i’d stand all nigh—“ before you interrupted. 

“romeo oh romeo! where art thou, romeo? l'amour de ma vie! i feel like such a princess, my knight in shining—well actually, you’re not wearing any armor…” 

“oh shut up, babe,” he taunted, “you love me.” 

“yeah, i do. armorless and all.” 

he helped you out of the shower with soft giggles and little struggle. then dried you off, letting you dress yourself halfway as he toweled himself. he of course wanted to be the one to pull the hoodie over your head for some strange reason.

once you were both fully clothed again, smelling of soap and love, the comforting silence broke. you were brushing your teeth when he finally admitted, “i could spend my entire life like this, you know.” 

jacob had said a lot of things throughout the time you’ve been dating, but nothing has ever made you blush so hard; cheeks borderline as red as cherries. 

“you just look so pretty… in my clothes, doing mundane tasks. i don’t know, i could marry you right now.” 

you still had toothpaste coating your lips, sort-of brushing when you replied, “maybe you should.” looking up at him through the mirror, “i’d say yes, by the way.”

he looked as if he took a mental note—but, it was never a secret. not even a guess. you’d follow him until the ends of the earth, and be by his side buried in a stone garden until time ran out. if you had it your way, you’d be together in each other's arms until the planet collapsed from the solar system. he was the only person you could ever look at, and the only one you ever wanted to look at you. 

you were forever thankful for the angels that let him go, because now he was yours. 

eternally. 

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[rayshippouuchiha]

Omg I had forgotten about the Team Shisui AU! As a Shisui fan I feel like I should be ashamed! (But I'm not bc I went looking through the tag and other than the asks you've answered these past few days the last Team Shisui post is like from 2021 so I guess it makes sense that I forgot)

ANYWAY

NOW I'M BACK ON MY SHISUI-SENSEI BRAINROT BECAUSE OF YOU (Affectionate)

I need to know how do you think Kurama would react to all this insane nonsense. He starts waking up and expects his 'jailer' to be some weak pathetic and easily scared kid and instead he gets this absolutely feral and insane version of Naruto who is not even afraid of God, let alone a grumpy fox

Look Kurama is going to be so so salty about Team Shisui.

Kurama woke up expecting to be stuck in yet another Uzumaki and he was Prepared For That. He's dealt with Uzumaki before, and sure they're all some kind of fucking crazy but he can handle it.

This new little flesh prison won't be anything special unless Kurama can finally somehow get loose.

Only oh oh Sage is he wrong. Naruto is So Much. And what makes matters worse is he's at least partially like that because of yet another fucking Uchiha. Kurama is up to his fucking snout in Uchiha because of this kid, he hates it. Yeah some of the shit they get up to is hilarious and kind of impressive, you know for humans or whatever, but still.

He eventually learns to embrace Naruto and all his chaos but he remains salty about all the Uchiha. Then he gets even more bitter about it all when he finds out that the Hatake, which is actually pretty good taste from Naruto if Kurama says so himself, has a Sharingan which means he's basically like 1/16th a fucking Uchiha.

[spxdxrpxnk]

thinking abt how PROWLER MILES and SPIDERMILES sleep... 💤💤💤

( notes: this is written by a minor about underage characters, so nsfw/18+ only/'minors dni' blogs please do not interact with this post! thank you <3

i call them prowler miles and spidermiles instead of earth-XXX miles because it's cuter to me :) )

MILES is a very light sleeper.

a lot of people don't really expect that because he always looks like he's having the best, most deepest sleep of his life, all curled up in a tight ball, blankets burrito'd around him

bro is the literal definition of snug as a bug in a rug

he even snores just a little! when you first hear it you think he's like, growling in his sleep??? because of how low it is, nah, he's snorin.

there's literally never any sneaking up on him while asleep- MILES literally woke up because RIO walked past his bedroom door once. she didn't go in, didn't even touch the door; she just tip-toed in her work sneakers instead of socks or slippers.

and that woke him up, made him all grumpy because that was really early in the morning and now he can't go back to sleep

once he's up, he's up. and it takes an hour or so to get back to sleep, so he just deals with it

he sits up, but just stays sitting in bed slouched over like a zombie for a good few minutes.

he just needs a sec to boot up, give him a lil bit and then he's up and at em like he was never asleep in the first place??

weirdo.

one time, UNCLE AARON scared him awake from a nap because they had stuff to do, and he was literally so mad about it. he knew it was a dumb thing to be mad about, but MILES couldn't keep an angry pout off his face and AARON was just snickering at it the entire time

when sleeping, MILES doesn't dream. like, at all.

people around him will be talking about crazy dreams and nightmares they've had where their teeth fell out or they got turned into a horse or got chased by a giant lego man, and he's just like. tf???

he's very clingy in his sleep and when he's tired, even when he tries his best not to be, so if you choose to sleep with him then you just kinda have to accept your fate

thankfully he doesn't move around that much besides the occasional adjustment, he doesn't thrash around or anything crazy

the most annoying thing would probably be him snoring? it's not loud, barely audible if you're not right next to him, but if you do sleep near him then you'll hear it

it kinda just happens no matter how he sleeps, so if you can handle a little. um. natural white noise!

MILES is the best cuddle buddy you'll ever have.

he's very considerate tbh, he'll let you lay on him any way you want as long as it's not that uncomfortable for him

be warned though: he's an early riser.

will wake up first and do dumb shit to wake you if you're not up by time he's done eating breakfast.

he'll start lifting your eyelids, poking you, tickling your hands ( he don't do feet. ) and shit like a little damn kid

and he won't stop until you wake up, so gl w that

MILES, however..

well, he's also a light sleeper. more on the average side

but he doesn't wake up at every little thing. only if someone opens his door or talks too loud

some things wake him up, some don't

sirens and explosions outside of his window only start to wake him up after he becomes spiderman, he could sleep like a baby through it before

he usually falls asleep in a very fixed position, like curled up on his side or laying on his back with his legs crossed

but he'll always wake up halfway off his bed, limbs thrown out like he's a ragdoll, mouth wide open and dry, covers either tangled around his body or just on the floor

so.

yeah, MILES moves in his sleep!

he'll go from laying on his back to on his stomach, from his stomach to his side, from his side to somehow slumped against the wall by his bed???

because of that, he'll wake up very disoriented. he needs more than a second to boot up, his feet just kinda carry him to the bathroom to brush his teeth and wash his face and stuff-

MILES isn't up-up until he blindly puts his hands under the ice cold water to wet his toothbrush and that shocks him awake, only to realize he completely missed his toothbrush and squeezed the dollop of toothpaste directly into the sink

he kinda just stares at it for a few minutes, pretty embarrassed, before scooping it off the porcelain ( or whatever sinks are made of ) and using it to brush his teeth

somehow, JEFF always knows when MILES just let the wasted toothpaste dissolve into the running water and squeezed more.

it's like his own spidey-sense.. just for something as stupid as toothpaste.

MILES does dream almost every time he's asleep, even when just napping, but he often doesn't remember them unless they were super duper crazy

he remembers the nightmare where he shot webs out his butt like a real spider, and that really scary one that he doesn't like to recall but has to do with the prowler

but he can never recall the only one that actually made him wake up in a cold sweat, panting as if he just ran a marathon.

"what was it?", you may ask?

well, MILES was president of some place.

he didn't find out where until DREAM PRESIDENT MORALES set a lot of very prejudiced laws against lego people, and it turns out he was president of lego city

( one of the laws was that, if anyone falls into the river, they're not allowed to be saved )

he got overthrown during a revolution that was led by a very violent lego spiderman who only spoke in what his brain's version of spanish was, so he could barely understand anything

and the part that made him wake up was when they tied him down and were threatening to go through his sketchbook and, upon opening it to the first page, something jumped out at him and startled him awake

you know those jumpscare videos where a spider jumps out during a seemingly calm scenario?

yeah, MILES gets weird deja vu when he sees those, but doesn't know it's because of that dream.

anyways- MILES does try his best to cuddle when sleeping, he really does!

he'll spoon ( big or little, he don't mind ), lay on you, let you lay on him

even just holding hands, or sleeping back to back

anything really, long as he goes to sleep touching you

but if it's one of his more active nights where he makes his big moves, you probably won't survive unless you're a deep sleeper.

he'll probably push or kick you, and not be sorry about it.

and he'll wake up totally out of it, wondering why the hell he's so uncomfortable

and sees he's sprawled on top of you like a terrible blanket instead of the very cute, cliche way he imagined waking up with you

something like this will happen every time, so. just throw him a pillow and a sheet and tell him to sleep on the floor.

or you take the floor, either works for him-

MILES really isn't the perfect gentleman. unless you or his parents tell him to give you the bed, he will happily let you sleep on the floor

never wakes up before you unless he had a really bad nightmare like PRESIDENT MORALES, and if you wake him up he'll be so petty and passive aggressive while he's still half asleep

so just. slap him awake if you need him that bad, shake him violently and yell frantically that they hit the pentagon

just wake him right up, so that he can't just glare at you with an adorable sleepy pout on his face, eyeing you angrily, even as he trudges to the bathroom...

... not looking where he was going, and walking right into the doorframe.

[waterdeep-weavemoss]

Knowledge

Gale's a freak. Gale x Tav, they visit Candlekeep and get up to... extracurriculars... in one of the libraries. For @silent-words' kiss prompt, thigh kiss.

‘Plenty of knowledge to be gained in a place like this!’ said Gale,  throwing his arms wide and turning slowly to encompass one of Candlekeep’s vast libraries.

‘Gale, it’s 2am,’ Tav complained, rubbing her eyes. ‘You woke me up to study?’

‘Well, yes,’ he said as though it were the most natural thing in the world. ‘I haven’t seen you all day.’

‘But…’ she watched his face change. Its open earnestness narrowed into an evil little smirk. ‘Wait, what are you planning? Gale-’

‘What?’ he asked, shrugging. ‘My love would you mind, there’s a book behind you I want to read, on the language of flowers.’

She didn’t trust him one bit, but she played along, turning to scan the shelf behind her. Seconds later she shrieked as he caught her by the hips and picked her up, laughing as he whirled with her, pressing a kiss to her belly. ‘Gale damn it we’re going to get thrown out!’ she laughed, ineffectually batting at him. His eyes gleamed.

‘Kicked out for this? No,’ he said. ‘But perhaps…’ he set her down on an empty table. ‘Stay.’

‘Gale-‘ Tav’s voice was a warning. ‘I know that look.’

‘Hmmm,’ he agreed, amused. Caging her body with arms either side of her he pressed forward for a demanding kiss of filthy tongue and teeth, his momentum sending her leaning backwards, helpless to his onslaught. ‘This is a scientific exercise,’ he murmured. He kissed her again, moaning into her mouth, his hands deftly removing her robes.

‘We’ll get caught-’ she gasped.

‘I don’t care,’ he moved down her body, lips barely skimming her skin. She went to lift her hands and he twined them instead, tutting. ‘Ah-ah. Wait.’

‘But-’

‘I said,’ his voice dropped to a dangerous purr, ‘wait.’ Slowly, he reached her thighs. He stroked her skin, savouring the shiver that went through her, and turned his mouth, hot, kiss swollen and so close she could feel his beard tickling. Achingly deliberate, he pressed his open mouth to her inner thigh, licked the salt from her skin, sucked and looked up to watch her face contort as she sighed in pleasure, clearly aching to touch him.

Footsteps in the hallway. ‘Shit,’ said Tav, tensing beneath him. ‘We need to-’

‘What part of my instruction was unclear?’ Gale replied, a low amused rumble against her skin. ‘I said stay. I’m not done. And we’re not leaving until you’ve learned a lesson. Understood?’

She whined, heat and a little fear washing through her. He continued to suck bruises into her thighs, not even pausing when a voice called out beyond the door.

‘Are you alright?’

‘Answer him,’ said Gale. ‘Calmly now.’

‘Fine,’ she said breathlessly. ‘I- sorry I just- some of this is shocking, you know.’

Gale bit. She yelped, eyes going wide as the door handle began to turn.

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[fashofizzies]

no sleep

wc : 2.3k, lowercase intended

pairings : sub!matt x kinda mean!dom reader (no use of y/n)

contains : SMUT, use of mommy and mama,edging,degrading,p in v, more probably.

notes ! - this took so long never again. thank you for all of the love on beggin. proofread but probably not good.i appreciate any and all feed back love y'all.

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today was supposed to be a lazy day for you and matthew, as both of you had nothing planned and you rarely got days like this.your boyfriend had other plans apparently.

the poor boy started his day moaning and groaning from a wet dream that he had, not wanting to wake you, he tried to contain himself and his raging boner and go back to sleep.

“o-oh mommy please i can't take it anymore p-please let me cum” is all you heard as you stirred awake from the continuous movement and noises coming from your boyfriend. the needy boy was practically humping you, desperate to get off. instead of waking him up and helping him out, you decided to go back to sleep having plans to help him out later.

he had woken up confused and horny trying to remember his dream before it faded.seeing that you were sound asleep next to him he snuck off to the bathroom to handle his situation so he could come back to bed.

after 10 minutes of trying and failing pathetically to get his boner to go away he gave up and came back to bed. he tried to go back to sleep but his cock was twitching and it was starting to hurt,without realizing he started inching closer and rubbing his cock against you trying to relieve himself in any way possible."mm? matt,baby? what are you doing?” you said quietly as you woke up from his motions against your back. 

“oh shit i'm sorry i-i just” matt spoke,embarrassed that you caught him getting off so pathetically. “you just what?” you questioned. “it hurts so b-bad i just wanted to make it stop,”he said barely above a whisper. “by humping me like a dog?” you mocked . he whimpered, as his face turned red from embarrassment."y-yes mama i’m sorry” “please help me i need you so bad” he begged getting closer to you. “no matthew, mama’s tired, go back to sleep and don’t you dare touch yourself,” you said sternly. he pouted before silently agreeing,adjusting himself and attempting to sleep.

not even an hour later you feel the bed moving,causing you to wake up once again.the culprit being your needy boyfriend having yet another wet dream."matthew?” you spoke a bit irritated.“hm ? oh hi baby w-what’s wrong” he said groggily and confused. “humping me and now humping the bed?” you said as you moved to straddle him. ''m sorry i guess i was having a bad dream'' "he said confused. ''well that dream woke me up for the second time” you sighed.before he could speak again you continued “you’ve been such a needy slut all night,wakin’ me up so i’ll have to help you out huh?” you said degrading him “n-no mama i-” he stuttered. “no? so you don’t want me to get you off?”, “you weren’t just moaning my name” you said ,making him look down.you grabbed his jaw, making him look at you “if you don’t need me then i’ll get off your lap and go back to sleep,yeah?” you cooed. “NO! please help me i’m sorry please help me i need it so bad, please” he begged, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

“you’re gonna cum and then we’re going back to sleep,do you understand me?” you said,still gripping his jaw tightly. “y-yes mommy i promise” he said, looking up at you. “good boy,now strip,” you demanded. He scrambled to his feet to strip,eager to please you.“what now mama?” he asked,moving to sit back down on the bed,slightly shy because you still had all your clothes on. “you think you can fuck me sweet boy?" you asked while moving his messy brown locks out of his face. “n-no- i mean yes but-!” he started to speak “but what matthew?” you questioned as he got quiet ''i want to mommy i-i just'' he began “won’t last long” he whispered the last part embarrassed.you chuckled before responding “you were so desperate to cum before,what happened baby?”. “it’s not funny”,he pouted “j-just wanna make you cum too” he said while fidgeting with his fingers. 

you moved from your position in front of him to lay down on the bed.he sat there nervously waiting for your next command.you gestured for him to move as you spread your legs,making room for him.he got on his knees in between your legs and started lightly touching your thighs,slowly making his way up to your underwear.matthew looked at you for permission before eagerly taking them off.he was mesmerized by your pussy,almost drooling at the sight.you giggled before urging him to make a move. “s-sorry mama, fuck you’re just so pretty” he said still focused on you. “i’m so pretty but you still can’t fuck me?” you teased before continuing “guess i’m gonna have to get myself off then” you smirked,moving to get up before matthew pushed you down “no NO-!”,“please i can do it”,“ i can make you cum please please lay back down” he said barely finishing his sentences.

you stayed silent,making him nervous so he buried his head in your neck whispering apologies and kissing anywhere his lips could reach,before you spoke again “so needy still?,"don’t you get tired” you said while moving his head.he looked down at you before adjusting his position and slowly slipping his cock in.the room was filled with soft whimpers and moans before he spoke again “like that mama?”,a-am i doing good” he questioned desperate for praise, before whimpering again.“fuck” was all you could say as he bottomed out. with your permission he slowly started moving, his cock filling you up deliciously. “you’re doing so good,baby fuck,but i need you to go a bit faster, okay?” you cooed.your words flipped a switch in him as he started to increase his pace ,thrusting into your pussy roughly. “shit just like that”you said before moaning loudly as he hit that sweet spot inside you continuing his thrusts,he slithered his hands around your waist,gripping you as if you were gonna disappear if he let go.

you could tell he was getting close as his moans increased in sound and his hips started to stutter.“fuck mommy i’m close m sorry” he whimpered loudly. “hold it” you said without hesitation.“f-fuck i can try mama” he whispered attempting to slow his thrusts.you wrapped your legs around his waist pulling him in closer as he leaned down,attempting to muffle his sounds with your boobs.bliss is all you felt as he rutted his hips into yours repeatedly,letting your tough demeanor slip,too fucked out to see the warning signs that the boy above you was getting dangerously close to the edge.his whimpers,his loud moans,and most importantly him startin to cry.he sniffled before speaking quietly, “m so sorry fuck i’m sorry” he said barely above a whisper.his words snapped you out of the trance he put you in, whipping your head down to where the two of you were connected and quickly realized why he was crying ''matthew”,you nearly spat,intensely glaring at him.head still hung in shame and tears still strolling down his face he responded, "y-yes”. “got something to tell me?” you asked harshly.he started fidgeting nervously as if he wasn’t still buried deep inside you,cock covered in his own cum. “i-i came without permission i’m s-s-orry” he said shamefully.before you had a chance to speak up he continued,rambling. “i’m so so sorry i just-!,fuck i needed to cum and m so pathetic mama m sorry” he expressed,hoping for some sympathy from you.you paused for a moment, gears shifting and turning in your head,as you thought of what to do with your boyfriend in this moment.your silence made the boy feel every emotion at once,causing him to start throwing up words again. “mommy-” was the only word he could get out before you interrupted him “you hurt my feelings,being so desperate and selfish.” you said with pout, “you were supposed to make me cum,but i guess i was right huh?”, “can’t even make me cum,how pitiful” you spat.he whines at your harsh tone and derogatory words “no i can please m sorry for being selfish,please let me make you proud.”  you grabbed him by his chain bringing him to your face as you firmly spoke “i don’t want to hear a sound from you,and if i hear a single sound you are fucked”. he nodded not wanting to get into deeper shit but he was feeling deprived still. “u-um can i still have a kiss”, he mumbled. “do you deserve one matthew?”, you half joked, but the poor boy took it serious. “o-oh no i guess not m sorry” he muttered sadly.feeling a slight bit of pity, you pulled him down for a sweet and slow kiss, knowing how much he needs reassurance.

he weeped into the kiss as he slowly started moving his hips.the boy was set on making you cum,so desperate to hear you call him a good boy.the pace he set was mainly for him,still being so incredibly horny and still reeling from his previous orgasm.“this pace is putting me to sleep and not in a good way” you said,holding back a moan from feeling so full. “sorry fuck sorry” he said while adjusting the speed of his thrust,beginning to pound into you.“fuck just like that baby,keep going” you moaned.he was hitting all the right spots,his tip hitting that sweet spot inside you deliciously.if you weren’t paying close attention you would not have heard the muffled groans and tiny moans from your boyfriend. “c-can’t stay quiet mama” matthew started, “cover m-my mouth ple-ase’’ he stuttered out,the pleasure overwhelming him slightly.he shyly looked up at you,eyes pleading for you. “my sweet boy,finally listening to me” you cooed,as you moved your finger up to his mouth,confused he opened his mouth to speak,giving you the perfect opportunity to slip your finger in.taking whatever you give him,he began sucking gently on your index finger,groaning at the taste.with your finger still in his mouth,you adjusted so you where near his ear and breathed out a soft “good boy” making him stop his thrusts momentarily. “d-don’t say that please i’m gonna cum again and i d-don’t wanna disappoint you” he sighed. “close already matthew?” you teased,he slowly started moving instead of replying.

him ignoring you set something off,since he didn’t wanna respond but won’t stay quiet you’ll just have to shut him up! you pulled your finger out his mouth with a pop,quickly moving your hand to cover his mouth.his thrusts continued,as he stayed focused on being quiet and making you cum.licking and biting all over the hand covering his mouth,letting you know that he was close to coming undone.you removed your hand from his mouth and he took deep breath before speaking again. “i’m sorry,i can’t hold it anymore,please i need to cum” he pleaded with you. “i-i can still k-keep going after i cum b-but please i can’t–fuck” he whined loudly,rutting his hips against yours desperately. “cum for me” you said softly.his thrusts became eratic as he came hard.he momentarily paused his thrusts,coming down from his previous orgasm.cum started to spill from between you both, onto the silk sheets underneath. “you okay sweet boy?,are you sure you can handle another?”, you spoke as you caressed his cheeks.he leaned into your touch before speaking up “y-yes m sorry i’ll get to it” he sniffled,tears beginning to form in his waterline. “my good boy,mommy’s so close” you cooed up at him.

matt was still a bit sensitive from previous orgasms and on the brink of overstimulation.he slowly started moving his hips again,wincing slightly as he moved.he gave you a moment to adjust,before setting a steady pace. “f-fuck keep going sweetheart you’re so amazing” you said through moans. during these intimate moments he needs praise,no matter how much he likes your degrading words. “am i doing good mommy,m-makin you feel good” he asked nervously,biting his lips. “please-shit,please tell me m doin good please” he begged. “yeah baby,doing so good for mama,making her feel so good” you breathlessly said against his lips.he moaned into the kiss before breaking it to speak again “are y-you close mama,you’re gettin really tight.” you giggled at his way of saying he feels you clenching around him. “mommy’s so close sweetheart” you whimpered.he moved his head down towards your neck,leaving soft kisses in a beeline towards your boobs.he found comfort within your tits,kissing and sucking on them for a moment.

your orgasm hit you like a truck,experiencing multiple forms of pleasure.the boy sucking on your boobs messily,fingers rubbing frantically on your swollen clit,and his cock hitting that sweet spot. “ shit mama’s gonna cum” you moaned. “god-fuck keep going don’t stop” you groaned,while throwing your head back into the pillows. “m cumming again mommy please let me” he whined,wanting to cum at the same time. “cum with me,wanna hear those pretty sounds” you somehow got out with all the stimulations you were feeling.one final thrust from the boy and the room was filled with heavenly moans and whimpers.he slowly pulled out,a mix of cum spilling out of you.after pulling out he cuddled up next to you,looking up at you with love.you wrapped your arms around him showering him in kisses and praise . “i-i love you mommy” he whispered sleepily. “i love you too sweet boy,lets get you cleaned up so we can sleep’’ you spoke between kisses.

you both showered and changed into pajamas and you finally got to sleep.

notes - this is so ass and i didn't know how to end it BYE

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What Happens Afterwards?

I read this post by @acowardinmordor and was obsessed with what happened next. Written with their blessing.

also on AO3

tw: overdose, drugs, near death experience, mentions of HIV

Summary:

Famous Eddie doesn't touch drugs...too bad Steve does After Steve ODs at a Corroded Coffin concert, he wakes up in the hospital.

Steve woke up groggy and confused. Is he in a hospital? Suddenly the night rushed back to him. He did a line, borrowed a needle. He’d meant to go back to the dressing room, but he hit the deck before he could. Shit!

He shot up and frantically looked around, hoping beyond all hope that he was alone. Luck was not on his side though, because Eddie was asleep in the hospital chair next to him. Steve took a long look at the love of his life. His eyes were red and puffy with deep bags. His hair was a tangled mess as if he’d been yanking on it. And his clothes were rumpled as if he hadn’t changed them in days.

Steve sighed. He really didn’t want to have this confrontation right now. Before that thought could even leave his brain, Eddie opened his eyes and met Steve’s. The pools of chocolate were filled with a myriad of emotions. He leaned forward and took Steve’s hand.

“Hey, Stevie. How’re you feeling?” He asked softly as he reached over and pressed the nurse call button. Steve was confused by the softness, but he wasn’t going to complain.

“How did I get here?” He asked instead, dropping his gaze.

“You were brought in as a John Doe after the concert baby.” He whispered, his voice thick. “They said you overdosed.” He didn’t sound angry, Steve would have preferred that. Instead he sounded guilty. Steve forced himself to look and felt bile rise up at the expression on Eddie’s face. “I’m sorry baby.” Eddie said. “I’m so sorry.” Tears ran down his already tear coated cheeks. Steve expected yelling, berating, and ultimatum. Anything but an apology.

“Sorry for what, Eds?” He asked. “You didn’t do anything.” That turned out to be the wrong thing to say as it turns Eddie’s cries into sobs. Something sour built a home in Steve’s chest.

“Exactly! I didn’t do anything!” He said emphatically, gesturing wildly. “You were missing! And i didn’t do anything! I let everyone else handle it while i panicked. I still played the show. I didn’t follow my gut and looked who the junkies were that night!” Tears streamed down his face, but the words rattled something in him.

“How long have I been here?” Steve asked hesitantly. Eddie took a stuttered breath.

“Five days. You’ve been here for five days. You were missing for over 24 hours.” He bit his lip trying to stifle more tears.

Steve was floored. Five days?! Wait…missing? “Oh, baby.” Steve said, mournfully running the hand not hooked up to anything along Eddie’s cheek. He melted into the contact and put his hand over Steve’s. “I’m sorry for putting this much stress on you.”

“For a minute there, I’d thought it came back.” Steve knew exactly what Eddie meant. The upside down. “But when I found out you ODed…I almost wish it had.” Eddie admitted. “This is all my fault.” He whispered unable to hold the tears back any longer.

Steve felt like he’d been on top of the world from what he could remember of the high, and he thought about chasing that rabbit. But the look in Eddie’s eyes, the deep well of pure devastation and guilt swirled together, made Steve pause. He couldn’t do this to Eddie again. “This isn’t on you.” Steve insisted. “I told you I quit. You had no reason to assume I’d be in that bathroom.” Eddie just shook his head.

“If I hadn’t forced you on the road, you never would’ve had access to this kind of hardcore shit in the first place. If I spent more time with you, if I never left you alone, you wouldn’t have felt the need to do this.” Eddie trembled. “I should have protected you better, I knew what that shit could do, I’m so sorry baby.” Steve knew then that there wasn’t anything he could say. Eddie would blame himself for this until the end of time.

That more than anything else, broke Steve down. “I’m sorry, love.” His voice trembled. “I shouldn’t have lied. I just didn’t want you to worry.” He flipped his hand up in offer. Eddie immediately filled it with his. He squeezed it as he continued. “You had so much to worry about, I didn’t want to be another. But I should have known that you’d worry anyway.” Steve looked away, ashamed.

“Baby…” he was cut off as a doctor came in.

“Well, Mr. Harrington. You’re lucky to be alive. The cocktail of drugs you took was extreme.” The doctor said.

“What do you mean?” Eddie asked.

“The heroine appeared to be laced with meth. And the line he did was cocaine and ecstasy.” The doctor said calmly. Eddie gasped a shuddering breath and his hands shook in Steve’s grasp.

“I didn’t know the heroine was laced.” He said. “It wasn’t my needle.” The regret was finally showing up. At this the doctor’s eyebrows rose to his hairline. Eddie yanked his hands away and covered his mouth.

“I’ll send in a nurse to grab some blood so we can run some tests.” He said. “In the meantime Mr. Munson, I recommend limited physical contact.” He directed that to Eddie with a look of sympathy. He nodded and the doctor took his leave. Tears sprang to Eddie’s eyes and ran down his face.

“You shared needles, Stevie?” He asked in shock, his voice quiet. His fear was clear on his face. “Have you been…doing other things for the drugs?” Steve had to come clean.

“I’d do pretty much anything for them.” He admitted.

Eddie stood up quickly and made to leave the room. “I’m going to go let Robin know you’re awake.” He dashed out before Steve could say anything else.

He fucked up. He always felt guilty after the high wore off, but this time it was horrible. He’s in the hospital, after disappearing for over a day. He should have been more careful. He knew sharing needles wasn’t the best plan, but at the time the high was worth it. But the look of betrayal, sadness, and the tiniest glimmer of disgust on Eddie’s face just now, was enough to make him never want to touch another pill. Sleep snuck up on him and he prayed that Eddie would be back when he woke up again.

His prayer went unanswered. The next time he woke up, it was Robin by his bedside. She was staring at the TV but she wasn’t really watching it. “Hey Robs” he said. She whipped her head around so fast he wouldn’t be surprised if it popped off.

“Steve! You’re awake!” She exclaimed. The smile on her face fell quickly. “You’re an idiot. If you weren’t in this hospital bed right now, I’d smack you.” He shrunk down in the face of her ire. “What were you thinking?!” She shrieked.

“I didn’t think it’d be that bad.” He admitted. The fire in her eyes could set the arctic ablaze.

“Not that bad? Not that bad?! You ODed at Eddie’s concert.” She began counting on her fingers. “You lied about being clean. You shared needles with some random junkies!” On the last point she threw her hands up. “How often have you done that? Don’t lie to me Steve.” Her eyes narrowed.

“Every once in a while when I get the itch for it. Maybe once every few months or so.” He admitted grimly. Robin’s eyes narrowed.

“So however many months you’ve been doing this, you’ve been sharing needles?” She clarified. At Steve’s nod she sprang up and paced the room. “Every time?”

“Not every time, but not rarely either.” He said as guilt started to creep into his stomach. She ran her hands into her hair and yanked on it softly.

“Have you been getting tested at least?” She asked.

“I’m not cheating on Eddie, Robin!” Steve yelled, hurt that she’d even imply that. She stopped pacing and turned to him.

“Okay, first. I didn’t say that. Second, your word has no credibility right now. I know you wouldn’t, dingus. That’s not why I was asking.” She grabbed his hand. Before she could continue, a nurse came in.

“Oh good! You’re awake. I’m going to be taking some blood okay?” She asked but really was demanding. She glared at Steve as he held out his arm for her.

“Is everything okay?” Robin asked. The nurse turned to her and gave a small smile before glaring again at Steve.

“With the patient, everything is looking like it’s returning to normal.” She snapped the tourniquet into place but when Steve flinched she didn’t look remorseful. She drew a few vials of blood, stuck a bandaid on, and pulled off the tourniquet all in silence. As she got cleaned up to leave, she finally spoke. “Look kid, it’s not my place. But that boy out there? I can take a guess as to what your relationship is with him.” She flashed a tiny pride flag pinned inside her scrubs. “He cares about you so much. He was beside himself when he came in and saw you, he had you moved to this room, he asked us if there was any kind of experimental treatment, anything to help you.” She turned that glare on him again. “He loves you to the ends of the earth and he will never leave you. You better clean up your act to be worthy of that devotion, because make no mistake. He would let you drain his veins and apologize for not bleeding out faster.” She stalked over to Robin and handed her a stack of papers. She jabbed a finger in his face, “don’t you dare break up with him in a misguided attempt to save him from you. You clean up your act. If not for yourself, then for him.“ With that she stomped out of the room and practically slammed the door behind her. For a moment neither of them said a word. Steve was filled with regret and Robin was a bit smug. She looked down at the stack of papers. Rehab clinics.

“Should we pick one?” Robin asked.

“I think I want to do it with Eddie.” Steve replied. “The nurse was right. And so were you. I’ve taken him for granted and my word means shit right now. I want to prove to him that I want to get clean.” Robin hesitated.

“Do you?” She asked. “You don’t seem particularly regretful about the actual drugs.” Her tone was soft even though her words were harsh.

“I do!” Steve exclaimed. “You didn’t see the look on Eddie’s face, Robbie. He was devastated and blamed himself for all of it. When I told him I’d do anything for the drugs he got up and left. I don’t think he’s coming back in.” He trailed off into a whisper. Robin took hold of his hand.

“Stevie, he’s right outside.” She said. At Steve’s confused look she continued. “He’s sitting on a bench right next to the door. He wanted to come back in, but I asked him to let me talk to you alone.”

“Why?” Steve asked. Robin’s eyes hardened.

“Because what I’m about to say, he wouldn’t like, but as your best friend I have to tell you hard truths. And Eddie's my best friend too so I have to protect him.” She took a deep breath. “You deserved his love once Steve. I truly believe that. But right now, his love for you is hurting him. And the only one who can fix it? Is you. He hasn’t slept or eaten practically at all since you disappeared.” Steve flinched at the word disappeared. “When he called me he was sobbing so hard I thought you died Steve.” Her eyes watered. “He kept repeating ‘it’s all my fault. I did this to him’ and Jeff had to take the phone to explain what was going on. When I got here, you were still touch and go. You died on the way here, Steve. They had to resuscitate you. The sound he made when the doctors told him that…” she shuddered. “I felt his heart shatter. The nurse is right. He will forgive you and he won’t ever stop loving you and he won’t ever leave you.” Her eyes got intense again. “So you need to promise me. Promise me! That you’ll take care of yourself. Because I don’t think I could survive watching him wither away if you leave him.” The emphasis she put on leave tore Steve apart. She didn’t mean break up with him. She meant leave him. “You don’t deserve his devotion. Not after you lied to him for months. But you have it. So now, you need to cherish it. Got it?” She asked. Steve could only nod as the dam finally broke. They held each other’s hands as they cried together.

~~~

“Can you get Eddie? Please.” He asked after his eyes dried up. Robin nodded and dashed out the door, waving Eddie inside.

Steve’s heart broke at the sight of him. He looked exhausted and his eyes were red rimmed as if he’d been crying for hours. Steve held a hand out to him and Eddie rushed to take it. Steve slid over in the hospital bed, yanking Eddie in after him. He curled around him and held him close being mindful of the wires in his hand as he draped it on Eddie’s chest. Eddie took a deep breath but Steve could feel the anxiety still thrumming under his skin. “I’m sorry, love.” Steve whispered. “I shouldn’t have lied.” He halted when he heard the sniffles. He sat up, peering at Eddie. His cheeks were wet again and Steve reached up to wipe them clean.

“Stevie, I have to ask…” he began. “And I hate to even think it. But…” he paused. “Did you…when you said you’d do anything for the drugs. Did you sleep with people for them?” He finally spit out. Steve wanted to be mad. He wanted to hiss and spit and rage at the accusation. But he knew that wasn’t fair to Eddie. He was within his rights to ask.

“No my love.” Steve promised. “Never.” Eddie nodded and sighed with relief. “I don’t know how much my word is worth right now.” He admitted. Eddie pressed a finger to his lips.

“I trust you.” He said. Those three words broke Steve. How could Eddie trust his word after everything? He asked him as much. Eddie just smiled softly. “I trust you because I want to. That’s all there is to it.”

“I’m sorry for everything.” Steve repeated desperately.

“I forgive you.” Eddie promised. “Now, let’s forget the past for a minute and focus on the future.” Eddie said. Steve looked over his shoulder to the door to the room and saw Robin and the Coffin boys. The boys were glaring at Steve but he knew it was because he hurt their friend.

Steve grabbed the rehab brochures and the two went over them until they found one that had a branch in DC. “I don’t want you to cancel the tour Eddie.” Steve was adamant. He ruined enough of the tour so far and he wouldn’t be the reason it ended. At least in DC he’d be close to Robin who would keep him in line. She promised Eddie daily updates (real updates) once Steve got out until the end of the tour. Eddie finally agreed after the boys convinced him he’d need the distraction so he wouldn’t be pacing around the house all day.

Steve leaned up to kiss him, but Eddie pulled away. The regret in his eyes was almost enough to soothe the hurt. “Not yet Stevie, okay?” He asked. Steve nodded but his head tilted in confusion. “Not until the blood tests come back.” He explained. Suddenly, Steve understood. He put himself at risk and Eddie too. The virus going around was deadly and Steve had been careless. Playing russian roulette with not only his life, but Eddie’s too and by extension the band’s.

The shame that filled him was so intense he reached over and retched into the nearby bed pan. Robin ran over with a trashcan and he kept heaving. Eddie rubbed his back as he emptied his body. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I…” he cut off by dry heaving. He finally understood why Eddie ran from the room earlier and why the nurse glared at him. He’s a monster. He put the love of his life at risk of contracting a deadly disease just so he could get a fix. What the hell was wrong with him?

When he was finally done, he was exhausted. “Sleep baby.” Eddie whispered. Steve clutched tight to his hand.

“Will you stay with me?” He asked. As his eyes drifted shut.

“Forever.” Eddie whispered as Steve floated off into a dreamless sleep. His last thought was that he needed to prove he was worth forever.

~~~

The next time he woke up, Eddie was still there. Asleep curled up beside him. But in the chair next to him was someone he hoped not to see. Wayne. Their eyes met and he didn’t say anything, he just raised his right eyebrow and Steve folded. He apologized for letting Wayne down, for hurting Eddie, for lying about it. He begged Wayne’s forgiveness, but the man didn’t respond. His gaze flickered to his sleeping nephew and softened.

“You listen to me boy.” Wayne said. “My nephew is a gentle soul, quick to forgive and let things go. You should know that based on how he was after that spring break.” They both shivered at the memory. “So, he’s not going to want to hold you accountable. He’d rather just move on and take your word for it. But lucky for him, and not so lucky for you, I will be holding you accountable.” He leaned in. “I love you like one of my own Steve, I really do. But I love my brother too and he ain’t seen Eddie since they locked him up. Eddie forgave him within days, trusted him. I learned then, that if Eddie loved someone, he’d forgive pretty much everything just to keep them around. So I’ll tell you the same thing I told Al. Eddie is my boy, first. And I will protect him from anything that will hurt him, even if it’s himself. So I’ll be holding you accountable. You’re going to rehab?” Wayne asked. At Steve’s nod and explanation of where, he continued. “You’re going to give the rehab my information as someone who they can talk to. I’m going to call to check up whenever I see fit. Got it?”

“Yes sir” Steve replied. The nurse from before knocked and opened the door quietly. She paused as she saw Eddie curled up in the bed next to Steve. She gently shook him awake.

“Mr. Munson? We have both of your blood tests back.” At this Eddie was wide awake.

“You got some blood tests done Ed?” Wayne asked.

“Yeah, just um…just in case you know?” He trailed off not making eye contact with his uncle.

“Good news or bad news first?” She asked.

“Bad news first, always.” Eddie and Steve replied in tandem. They shared a private smile.

“Bad news, Steve you have moderate kidney damage. It won’t take much more to send them into failure.” She said with hard eyes.

“And the good news?” Wayne spoke up.

“Good news, you both are negative for any STDs. Including HIV.” The three men breathed a huge sigh of relief. The nurse turned to Steve. “You got lucky kid. Don’t forget that.” Steve assured her he wouldn’t and she left with a nod. He couldn’t believe he’d been so reckless. He turned to Eddie and was immediately pulled into a soft kiss.

~~~

“They said you’ll be discharged soon.” Robin said later. “Then what?” It was just the two of them.

“Then, Eddie drops me off at rehab and I get help. I stay clean. I do everything to be worthy of him.” He declared. Robin nodded her approval. Eddie came back from the hotel with all of their things packed away in a rental car. He slid into bed next to Steve.

“Hey, baby. You ready?” He asked. Steve nodded and they all left the hospital. The three of them piled into the car and drove Robin to the airport. She was going to fly back to give the boys some time alone. She hugged Steve and then Eddie. She whispered something in the his ear that had him tearing up. She went into the airport with a promise to call Wayne if she ran into any trouble.

Then it was just the two of them. They spent the first hour or so making idle small talk before the curiosity got the best of him. “What did Robin say to you?” He asked.

“Nothing important.” Eddie answered far too quickly.

“Oh, come on. You can tell me.” He knew he was being annoying but he didn’t want to think about what was awaiting him at the end of the ride. Eddie sighed, he never could keep something from Steve.

“She said if I could forgive you, I should forgive myself.” He admitted.

“You still blame yourself, love?” Steve asked. Eddie bit his lip as he nodded.

“If I hadn’t dragged you on tour, you never would have found that stuff.” Steve couldn’t let this stand. He knew he had to finally come clean.

“I was already doing it.” At Eddie’s questioning noise he continued. “As soon as we got to LA, I was looking for it. I did it at those events because it was free from someone else's supply.” He took a breath and glanced at Eddie before he admitted the next bit. “I didn’t get into this shit because I was on tour with you. I wanted to go on tour because I didn’t want to be away from you. That it would be way easier to get my hands on shit, just sweetened the deal.”

Eddie was quiet for a while after that. Steve glanced over and saw his cheeks were wet. He’d made him cry again. “So, you didn’t start them because of me?” He whispered.

“No love. And to be clear, even if I started on tour, it still wouldn’t have been your fault. You didn’t hold me down and force a line up my nose okay?” He reached out and wiped away a tear. “This was my choice. Just like going to rehab is my choice. If I didn’t really want to go, I wouldn’t.” His conviction was clear. Eddie pulled to the side of the road to kiss Steve softly before they drove the rest of the way in comfortable conversation.

They arrived at the rehab center and Eddie walked him inside. He checked in, Eddie handed over his credit card, Steve handed it right back and handed his over. The attendant smiled and swiped Steve’s card giving the boys a moment alone. They held each other close and kissed not caring at the moment who saw them. “I love you, baby. Don't forget okay?” Eddie whispered leaning his forehead to Steve’s.

“I know, love. I love you too. More than life.” He replied. He gave a final kiss to Eddie’s lips and followed the attendant into the center. He was determined to come out a new man.

~~~

Six grueling weeks later, Steve was out. He had a sponsor and group therapy sessions. Waiting to pick him up was Robin. Eddie was on the last few weeks of the tour. They had to extend it a bit to cover for Steve’s hospital stay. Robin gave him a long hug. “Ready to bust out?” She asked and they both got into the car. He lasted barely five minutes.

“How is he?” Steve and Eddie didn’t speak at all during his rehab. The center thought Eddie being on the road would be triggering to Steve. And to be frank, Wayne thought Eddie needed to distance himself from the process for a bit. Wayne and Robin had kept them both informed on the other.

“He’s okay. I mean…he misses you terribly, but he’s been coping on tour.” Robin said. Thankfully the drive wasn’t very long. Steve wanted to be in a familiar place, even if life outside of rehab was scary. They pulled up to Robin’s building and Steve stepped in after her.

There was a loud pop and confetti raining down on him. “Welcome home Steve!” Came several voices he was not expecting. The entire party was here. Wayne, Hopper, and Joyce too. But what brought him to tears was the sight to his left. Eddie was there, holding his arms open. Steve ran into them, nearly knocking them both to the ground.

“I thought your tour didn’t end for a few more weeks?” He asked in between kisses.

“I lied about the end date to surprise you.” He admitted holding Steve close. “Are you surprised?”

“Very! A good surprised!” The two pulled apart so everyone else could greet Steve. Eddie didn’t go far, not letting go of Steve’s hand the entire time. He’d felt better in rehab once the withdrawals subsided. More clear headed, more aware. But he didn’t feel completely healed. Feeling the warmth of Eddie’s hand in his, Steve felt hopeful for the future. As he made eye contact with the man again, Steve silently promised to stay clean. Not for just Eddie. But for himself too.

~~~

He skipped the next tour as recommended by his therapist. The two men decided it would be better if he wasn't alone, so Wayne stayed with him. He'd been retired from the plant and wanted to move out to LA with Eddie anyway.

He and Eddie had a hard time, but they make due with calls and letters. On one memorable occasion Steve sent a racy Polaroid. That night, Eddie called already worked up and they had a wonderful time. The reunion was so sweet. They were locked in their bedroom for days, coming out only for food and water. The rest of their friends knew better than to come visit until the love birds made the first move.

The band wrote a new album and started a nonprofit for drug addicts. It helped those who couldn't afford to get clean and see therapists, providing them with clean needles and clean drugs to help ween off them. Steve didn't shy away from his overdose, or the affect it had on those around him and he encouraged the others not to either. Eddie did several interviews on how helpless he felt when his "best friend" was taken to the hospital as a John Doe. This spurred the nonprofit to add resources for loved ones of addicts too.

Steve had been sober for three years when he went on tour with the band again. For real this time. He got clean and he stayed clean. When he was offered something at a party, he couldn't say he wasn't tempted. But he'd look over to see his love laughing and knew he'd do anything to keep that sound in the world. He never wanted to jeopardize Eddie's happiness again and he finally accepted he was his happiness.

And the next time the band played The Garden, Steve was on the sidelines cheering for Eddie and the band. He made sure Eddie could always see him and know he was safe. That look of guilt and devastation he saw in the hospital never returned to Eddie's face and Steve was determined to keep it that way.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for going no-contact without warning in perhaps the pettiest way i could?

Context: I(20m) had a falling out with my friend (18m) about 2 years ago. We were in this discord server with our friends, and I woke up one morning to find it gone. I asked him, and he dm'd me and began with "I just wanna say, I mean this respectfully;" followed by THE LONGEST RANT about a bunch of things I did (including not giving feedback on other people's art, dominating the conversation, and being "hard to corral into one topic" which i still don't fully get). He said "everyone else in the server feels the same, you make people really uncomfortable." I asked who had what gripes, so I could apologize, but he said nobody really wanted to hear it and this was a mutual decision. I respected that, cried for a day or two, moved on.

Enter a few months ago. I up-heaved my entire online presence, recreating my friend group from the ground up with people who were more up to my style of interaction, and got better with boundaries. We open a roleplay server for a fandom my old friend liked, and it'd been a few years, so I decided to hit him up, invite him and try to mend some things. I was different after all.

Shit hits the fan, let me keep it brief- a different friend (it/its) makes a comment about eating something that's gonna make it sick later, because it has IBS but it's fuckin hungy and wants pepper poppers. The old friend dms it and says "hey, you shouldn't talk about self harm in this channel, it's gonna make people uncomfortable!!!" Which. first of all, yikes, but secondly, nobody else seemed uncomfortable. I was in a vc with my friends which is where it told me about the dms, and everyone else agreed that yeah, he seemed to be overreacting a little. But I started piecing shit together.

Even though I never talked to most of the people from the old server ever again, none of them reached out to me either. Not even to ask for an apology or where I'd gone. I was just kind of relying on what my friend said to be true. I asked someone from that server, and they said that besides a few gripes mentioned here and there, nobody seemed that uncomfortable with me. In fact, many of them- whom i hadn't spoken to in two years- asked where i went.

I got pissed, and probably could have handled it better, but I didn't wanna see his face anymore. So I removed him from the server, and when he asked me why, all I said was: "I just wanna say, I mean this respectfully;" and blocked him. Part of me still thinks about it. I felt like a hypocrite, and wanted to explain what I'd found out and ask him about it instead of jumping to conclusions, but the deed was done and I figured I'd feel better if I ignored it. I do feel a little better, but I just wanna know if I was the asshole.

What are these acronyms?

[treasuringizu]

Atsumu’s brown eyes are the first thing you see when you wake up, and it immediately invites a warm flutter in the depths of your chest, in the softest parts of your heart. 

A bit of light pours in from the window through the narrow space left uncovered by the blinds, bathing Atsumu’s face in a pretty light that makes him look even more beautiful than usual. The both of you are sharing a pillow, and Atsumu is only centimeters away from you, his blonde hair messily sprawled around him and over his forehead, sheets covering his lower body, his broad, tan chest exposed only for you to see. 

He blinks, long lashes kissing the tops of his rosy cheeks, and you watch his face change — as expressive as ever — as he registers that you’re now awake, and a sweet smile stretches on his lips. You can’t help but smile back, and his eyes flit to your mouth and then back. The soft breath he exhales through his nose tickles your face. 

You take each other in, smiling like lovesick fools before he breaks the silence. “Hi, angel.” 

You blow air out your nose in a startled laugh at the endearment. “Hi, ‘Tsumu.” 

He moves his head forward, meeting your lips in a chaste kiss before moving to your forehead, your cheeks, the tip of your nose, chuckling when you scrunch it in faux distaste, then back to your mouth before settling back on the pillow. “How was your night?” 

“It was good, I haven’t slept like that in ages” you reply, removing your hand from underneath your head to cup his cheek, feeling content when he leans into you and his eyes flutter closed. “How was yours?”

“Mm, good. I dreamt about you.”

“Did you now?”

You feel him nod against your cheek. “Yeah. It was a morning just like this; I woke up, and ya were right there next to me, looking as beautiful as ever.” He opens his eyes, and his smile is silly and wide. “I thought, ‘I am definitely in a dream right now’, but then I realized it was actually right now and I felt like the happiest man alive.” 

Your cheeks warm, and you frown at him before lightly kicking his shin underneath the covers. 

He startles, body folding to rub the spot as if you had actually hurt him, and then whines when you remove your hand from his cheek and instead tug on his ear. “Ow! What was that for, baby?” 

“You’re so fucking cheesy, get out of here, ‘Tsumu.” 

Atsumu’s laugh resonates across the bedroom and you smile at him despite yourself. “Aww, angel, ya can’t handle my jokes?”

“I’m going to punch you.”

“Yer so cute,” he responds, sitting up and groaning as he stretches his arms, biceps bulging and muscles rippling as he moves. You watch from where you’re perched, certainly enjoying the view, Atsumu peeking down at you and raising his eyebrows in question. “Ya like?”

“On my last straw, ‘Tsumu.” 

“Alright, alright.” He leans over you, and you roll so you’re on your back as his arms land on either side of your head, caging you in. “Good morning,” he murmurs right against your lips before kissing you, one, two, three times. He pulls away and then collapses on top of you like the little shit he is, laughing when you wheeze. 

“I—” gasp, “fucking hate you.”

“I love you too, angel. Let’s have a good day together.”

[thedvilsinthedetails]

rosekiller band au microfic pt2

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Evan woke up the next morning to the harsh bleep of his phone that always managed to elicit pure terror in his body. He groaned and rolled out of bed. He’d forgotten to turn off the alarm and of course he was awake at six in the fucking morning on a Saturday.

He threw on a dressing gown over his tank top and plaid pyjama bottoms, slipped into his fluffy slippers and trudged to the kitchen for some coffee.

Once he got to the kitchen he saw Dorcas was already sat at the little island she passed him a warm cup of coffee as soon as he sat down. Dorcas had always been the earliest riser of the band, always eager to get ready quickly and get the hell out of the house, he supposed that’s what growing up as the eldest sister to four brothers did to you. 

“Heard your alarm go off, figured you’d forgot to turn it off.”

“Dorcas you lifesaver. And I mean seriously a lifesaver, I might have murdered someone without this coffee.”

Dorcas laughed.

“Who?”

Evan rubbed his eyes.

“Barty probably. He’s fucking annoying.”

“Any excuse to get up close to him then more like.”

Evan’s head snapped up.

“What?”

Dorcas rolled her eyes.

“Please you’re shit at hiding it.”

“Don’t know what you’re talking ‘bout Cas.”

Evan mumbled, taking a long drink from his mug. 

“Please, save the crap. If you don’t have a crush on him, why do you get so worked up by people calling you a couple. It consumes your every waking thought, now why is that? Tell me.”

“Ughhh I don’t want to think about it.”

He groaned and stared into the brown murky depths of the mug he was cradling close to him.

Dorcas softened.

“Look, Marls and Barty are really close, our next tour stop is London which means she’ll obviously drop by rehearsals. I can get her to ask him if he-“

“He doesn’t.”

Evan ran his thumb over a tiny chip in the ceramic. It was a mug Barty had painted around four years ago, Dora had decided for her sixteenth she wanted to go to a pottery painting place like when they were little. Barty was- honestly pretty shit at painting. The background was covered in vast uneven strokes of black. He’d tried to paint a white ferret on it - ‘Ev this one is for you, if you were any animal I’d say you’d be a ferret.’ - thing is it looked more like a snake with legs that was also, well, a zombie. It was Evan’s most prized possession. He’d be taking it to the grave. He turned it to look inside the handle. Barty had been too lazy to paint that part so instead he’d just written crudely with the brush - ‘B + E forever bitches!’. His eyes crinkled fondly as he read it. 

“I just need to get over it.”

His expression hardened and he looked up at Dorcas again.

“Get over what?”

They both turned to find Barty in the doorway. His hair was sticking up in all directions. Fuzzy spikes of green and black. He stretched his arms all the way up as he yawned, flexing his wrist so his ‘SKITTLES’ tattoo was on full display. He had one of Evan’s jumpers on over his pyjama top. Evan really wanted to reach out and hold. Why’d he have to go and look so soft? Wasn’t fucking fair. 

“Nothing Jr.”

Barty nodded in response as he padded over and sat himself in the chair next to Evan.

“Why’re you even awake?”

Dorcas asked.

Barty dropped his head down onto the island counter dramatically.

“Forgot to turn off my alarm.”

Dorcas laughed out loud, fully threw her head back and everything.

“Two birds of a fucking stupid feather you two are.”

She got up and put her mug in the sink before heading out of the kitchen. Barty turned his head up to look at Evan as soon as she was gone.

“You don’t have to tell me anything Evan, but if you want to you can. You know that right?”

Barty lifted his head and propped it up on his hand as Evan nodded.

“Yeah. Yeah I know Barty.”

“Good.”

Barty shuffled his chair closer before dropping his head onto Evan’s shoulder and falling quiet. It was instinctual, the way Evan brought his arms up around him. After a few moments he looked down though, Barty was suspiciously silent.

“Bee?”

He whispered.

“M’awake. You’re just comfy Ev. You’re really good at hugs.”

Might be ‘cause I was built to hold you.

Damn that’s a fucking stupid thing to say. Fuck I’ve turned into Reg whenever he’s around James.

Yeah Evan needed to get over this like fucking yesterday.

•••

Barty breathed in deeply, face buried in the crux of Evan’s neck. He couldn’t help it really. Evan smelled like home. Probably a creepy thing to say, oh well wasn’t like he said it out loud. Evan was home though, plain and simple.

He didn’t want to move, probably ever. Still eventually as the rest of the group came pattering into the kitchen and things got livelier he had to shift away.

•••

They got on the train at noon, ready to head to London. Evan took the window seat watching as the city turned to rolling hills turned to city again. Barty kept sneaking glances over at him, wasn’t really sure what he was looking for honestly but-

“What?”

Evan asked finally, tone irritated.

“Nothing, just bored.”

“Oh um-“

Evan glanced around, he and Barty were in a two seater while the rest of the band sat around the table in front of them, chatting animatedly.

“S’fine Ev, not anything you can do about it, I’m gonna be bored till we get off this bloody train. Fucking buzzing.”

“Excited for tomorrow then yeah?”

Barty turned to him with shining eyes. 

“D’you remember when we were eighteen? First time at the O2 for a concert? Fuck d’you remember seeing it like that, covered in all the lights ‘n shit. Eventim Apollo doesn’t even compare.”

Evan chuckled. They’d gone to the O2 for the first time June 2019 to see a concert when Evan was still in his backstreet boys phase, something no one was allowed to talk about now under any circumstances.

“D’you remember what you said to me?”

•••

“Look at that stage Ev. Imagine playing there. For all these people.”

Evan turned to Barty and ruffled his hair.

“One day Bee, we’ll be playing here. I promise you yeah? We’ll be playing here and it’ll all the fucking sold out.”

“You think?”

•••

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

***

AHHH I HOPE U LIKED ITTTT (idk when part 3 will be coming but hopefully soon <333333)

[noturlondonboy]

Werewolf. Were… Wednesday?

Part 1

Pairing: Wednesday Addams x Enid Sinclair

Werewolf Wednesday AU

A/N: I really love this concept so I’m excited to see if others like it too. Enjoy!

Enid had a bad feeling about today as soon as she woke up. For starters, it was her actual alarm that had her rousing instead of Wednesday's intense gaze inches from her face, and that in itself had her mood a bit jilted.

Breakfast proved another point. Yoko was sick and therefore absent to indulge in Enid's latest gossip, and Bianca wasn't exactly very chatty. This left the werewolf with Ajax and a very sleepy Xavier. The two boys were leaning into each other and giggling softly every time the artist would start to doze off against his boyfriend's shoulder, only for one of Ajax's snakes to poke at him through the beanie.

Damnit. Enid missed Wednesday. She couldn't handle being single in front of all this cute gay shit by herself. Where had her roommate gone? It was unusual for her to miss breakfast. It was the only meal they tended to share and the girl hated when her schedule got messed up, even a little.

It started raining as soon as she stepped foot outside.

"Great." Enid walked quickly across the quad in a mess of grumbling and wet blonde hair, and she shook herself out best she could before making her way to her first class of the day- potions.

Another thing about today being an absolute thumbs down. Enid sucked at this class.

But she perked up immediately once she walked through the door and spotted Wednesday in her usual seat, her soft squeal earning a confused smile from Divina in the back row. Wednesday heard her as well and turned to watch as Enid skipped her way to their desk and slid into her spot, grinning at her dark friend.

"Hi, Wednesday," Enid whispers excitedly, trying to be mindful of the fact that class was technically starting. Wednesday is just looking at her with her normally blank expression, but then the neutrality seems to lessen and she almost looks amused.

"You're soaking wet, Enid. You're going to have our room stinking of wet dog."

Enid beams at her. "Yeah probably."

That gets an entire eyebrow raise. "Have you fallen ill? You're happier than what I'm accustomed to and it's making me want to stab Xavier."

"Hey!" Xavier goes ignored from behind them.

Enid shakes her head but does make an effort to ring out her hair a bit more so she doesn't accidentally smack Wednesday in the face with a damp pink strand. "Nope, just happy to see my roomie after missing her all morning." Today was starting to feel a little less terrible already.

Something strange crosses over Wednesday's face but she's interrupted before she can respond. "Good morning kiddos!" Mr. Faroshti claps his hands to get everyone's attention, his fangs glinting as he grins widely.

That was a dangerous look when it came to him.

"We're doing something a little special today, and it's gonna be partner work- so if you're not happy with your table mate... deal with it." He shrugs and walks to his desk as a couple of students groan. Xavier and Ajax are making kicked-puppy eyes at each other from across the room. Enid just nudges Wednesday with her shoulder and wiggles around a bit.

Even if she was more likely to blow something up than not, Wednesday was always patient and willing when helping her as long as she was actually trying to stay focused. Everything would be fine.

Mr. Faroshti passed around a medium sized box to each desk and instructed them all to open it and get started on what he was only now calling a "mystery serum." Wednesday seemed rather bored of the activity, right up until she was halfway through reading the instructions and gave an actual smile.

"Good, it involves blood. That puts me at ease."

Enid grimaced, looking warily down at the open box and what could see of vials and containers full of whatever they were going to use. "Of course it does."

Wednesday almost starts to hum as she busies herself with carefully removing all of the ingredients, handing the instructions over for Enid to read. "You'll be fine, puppy. I'll handle the blood."

Enid doesn't know how to react to the name or the girl's thoughtfulness, so she just does as she's told and ignores the glow on her cheeks.

Halfway through the potion, Wednesday excused herself to the restroom and levels a stare that has Enid sitting ram-rod straight. "Get the next two steps done while I'm gone, they're relatively simple. A pinch of whatever animal essence is in that sealed bag, and a few drops of liquified bone marrow. Stir how it shows you." And then she's gone, her braids swishing lightly behind her.

Enid blinks, bringing herself back to the task at hand. The remaining ingredients are spread out over the table around their mini mixing cauldron, and she located the animal bag and bone marrow before starting to panic. Each box held a different animal essence for each potion, and it was just by chance that the one given to her and Wednesday contained a tuft of wolf fur. The problem was that it looked quite a bit more than a pinch.

But it wouldn't have anything in the box that didn't need to go in the potion, right? Enid looks at it quizzically for a moment before shrugging and dropping the entire bundle into the concoction. The fur sizzles for a moment, then dissolves into the steaming liquid, leaving it a deep brownish red.

The bone marrow goes in without a hitch (ignoring the fact that a fourth of it splashed out onto Enid's hands-it burned like hell for a moment) and then the werewolf carefully stirs the potion until it smooths out. Wednesday appears moments later, surveying the scene.

"You didn't catch your hair on fire. Good."

Enid scowls as her roommate sits back down. "That was one time!"

Wednesday glances at her, lips twitching. "Did you finish the next two steps?"

"I- yeah."

There's a nod of acknowledgment, and Wednesday takes over, measuring and pouring the rest of the ingredients in. Once the shimmering gold liquid is contained in a vial, Mr. Faroshti comes around from where he was helping a struggling Ajax to take a look at it.

"Excellent work, girls! That was done in record time," he beams, holding the potion up to the lantern lighting to peer at it. He hesitates, then frowns, turning the vial this way and that to get a better look. "That's strange..." He carefully holds it close to his nose and wafts the scent closer to him for a second. Mr. Faroshti visibly holds back a gag. "Hoooh boy, that's a strong Werewolf smell. And I think the gold shading might be a little off."

Wednesday's eyebrows shoot up on her head, and she turns to a nervous Enid. "Enid, how much of the animal essence did you put in?"

Enid feels the need to shrink in on herself, tugging anxiously at her damp hair. "Um, well, there wasn't very much of it so..."

"Enid."

"Ok, I added all of it!"

Mr. Faroshti whistles and shakes his head. "Yeah, that's why it looks weird. Go ahead and pour it back in and water it down to balance it out, and I'll take another look at it." He hands the vial back to Enid, who takes it sheepishly with her rain-wet fingers.

And promptly drops it as the glass slips out of her hands.

Said vial crashes onto the desk and shatters into a mess of glimmering gold liquid...

Right onto Wednesday.

Everyone in the room freezes, including Wednesday. She had her blazer off and her sleeves rolled to her elbows today, which meant the potion had coated her arms and splashed to splatter over her chest and neck, dripping onto her skirt. Her eyes were wide and she had her hands up off the desk, as if she didn't quite know what to do with herself. Enid was staring at her roommate with a horrified expression.

She's going to kill me.

But Wednesday turned to Mr. Faroshti, grinding her teeth. "Sir, what kind of potion were we making?"

He swallowed tightly, red eyes ping-ponging over the mess in the hopes of properly assessing the situation. "It was a temporary transfiguration solution. But it was too potent and it got onto your skin..." He shook his head and seemed to come back to life, getting the attention of the other students. "Everyone, Bianca is in charge for a short time while I take Wednesday to the infirmary. Please be very careful when reading the instructions, and leave your work inside the mixing cauldrons for now, until I'm back. Nobody touch the spill."

He hurriedly had Wednesday up on her feet and rushed her out the door, and Enid gaped after them, chest feeling tight. What was that potion going to do to her friend?

Ajax and Xavier slid onto her bench on either side of her to console the werewolf, but she barely heard them through the ringing in her ears. She just looked down at her now dry hands and tried to keep breathing.

Bad day it was.