#Foggy appreciation for fucking life OK

[somuchbetterthanthat]

you gotta appreciate Foggy Nelson and his best friend lying to him for ages about being a vigilante and his other best friend admitting after ages to murder, going "....... I do not approve of this. Anyway, I'm going to hug you now. Damn it. I love you so much."

[l0velysmut]

Is it ok if you do Neteyam X Metkayina!Reader with breeding kink?

neteyam x metkayina!reader ꧂

contains: aged!up neteyam, p in v, breeding kink, fluffy ending, neteyams literally perfect.

wc: 1.4k unedited

“Ugh, fuck!” He growls, drilling his length in and out of your tight hole. “Gonna fill this pussy over and over again until you’re all swollen with my baby. Can’t wait for you to be a mother, fuck, you’ll look so pretty… So fucking pretty.”

You moaned, one hand entangled with his braids while the other scratched at his shoulder. You could barely think straight; every time he opened his mouth to speak, nothing but pure filth fell out of it, causing your pussy to tighten around his cock. You could feel every vein, every throb, and you could almost feel every small bioluminescent freckle that was littered all over his cock.

His hips snapped against yours, his thighs hitting yours as he pushes them up against your chest.

Your mind was so foggy from how many times he had made you cum. He had said that you would only get pregnant if you came a few times which you knew was a complete lie, but you wanted to keep your mate satisfied.

“I’m gonna cum again.” He huffs, glancing down at where you two were connected, frustrated when he saw his own seed from the last couple rounds spilling out. He didn’t think too much about it, though, because he knew he would be able to fill you up again. “Fuck, I’m cumming!”

His thrust never slow or stop, and his hips never stutter, they just keep going at their relentlessly fast pace. The feeling of your gummy walls squeezing the cum out of his cock made his eyes roll back as he spilt his load deep inside of you, only then did his hips still. He kept his dick all the way inside of you, his tip kissing your cervix as more and more of his cum sloshed around inside of you.

He had came so many times inside of you, you could almost taste the saltiness of his cum.

Your legs shook in his grip, thighs pressing together, though it did nothing to keep him from pounding you.

Eywa, he couldn’t wait for you to get pregnant and for you to officially make him a father. He’d been dreaming about this for too long. Every night, he’d dream about your life together with a child. A type of child no one’s ever seen before.

A child mixed with omaticaya blood and metkayina blood. A child who could have your skin but his eyes, or your eyes and his skin. A child that everyone would admire and appreciate.

“T-Teyam..” You hiccup, rubbing his shoulder instead of scratching at it. “Please, can we take a break.”

He stares down at you, and is in shock of your beauty for a moment. The way your curly hair was all frizzy around your head like a halo, and the way your teal skin was flush with a tint of red made his head spin. There’s no way he could possibly stop breeding you now. Not when you looked so pretty.

“Lemme fill you to the brim one last time.” He says, pulling out only halfway. “One last time, yawne, I promise. Then we’ll stop, okay?” He takes his sweaty hand off the underside of your thigh, and holds your chin, forcing you to look at him.

“Okay..” You say, and he smiles at you.

“That’s my good girl.” He leans down and presses his lips against yours in a fiery kiss filled with nothing but desire.

You melt into the kiss, but he catches you off guard when he begins to thrust into you again, causing you to whimper and throw your head back.

You could feel your limbs shivering and shaking, and you could feel your pussy convulsing around his cock with each thrust.

“You like being my good girl, huh? Letting me use you like this, letting me breed you.” He chuckles when you clench around him, his words effecting you more then you could ever imagine.

The word ‘breed’ made your toes curl and your back arch, creating goosebumps that littered all over your skin. You moaned and whimpered, tingles running up and down your body as you felt another harsh orgasm washing over you like a wave on the beach.

“Ah, fuck, taking me so well. So, so well, baby, such a good girl.” He slows his hips, allowing you to ride out your orgasm, but a needy whine leaves your lips and you hips buck up into his.

“What is it, baby? Use your words.” He says, his hips coming to a halt as he strokes your cheek.

“D-Don’t stop,” You whine. “Please don’t stop, I want you to fill me again. I wanna baby, please! I want you.. to breed me.”

Yours words make something boil inside of him, and his thrusts become harsher. You moan and a small smile rests on your hips as he pounds into you. He noticed the small smile and groans.

“This what you wanted? You wanted me to fuck you like an animal and breed this pussy? Huh?” He says, flipping you over on your stomach and slapping your ass. He pushes your thick tail towards the side, giving him a perfect view to your puckered hole.

You can’t physically bring yourself to reply with words, so you just moan in response, the new position allowing him to hit your g-spot every time he thrust into you.

“You’re doing so good, baby,” He says, rubbing the part of your ass that he had just marked with a red hand print. “Such a good girl, taking me and my cum so well.”

“Teyam!” You moan, eyes rolling into the back of your head as your back arched into the floor, your tits squished against it. “G-Gonna- Gonna c-cum!”

“Yeah, cum for me,” He groans. “Milk my fucking cock.”

Your thighs shake and yet another orgasm hits you. If it wasn’t for his strong grip on your hips, you would’ve fallen flat on the ground, but he pulled your ass up to him, continuing to pound until he began to moan loudly.

“Shit! Can’t wait to have a whole litter running around here, gonna fill you up with so many babies, people are gonna be so sick of us.” He says, then gives one last hard thrust before cunning inside of you. His cock pulsated and twitched as his tip spilled inside of you for the last time tonight.

He slowly pulls out, and watches in aggravation as your hole pushes out his seed. He pushes his finger into your hole, curling his fingers to make sure his cum stayed inside of you.

You breathed heavily against the floor, and your hips fell to the ground, your body laying completely flat.

And athough he was just as overstimulated as you, he found the strength in himself to pick you up bridal style off the floor and bring you towards your bed which was a thick, yet comfortable, woven mat on the floor with two pillows that the scientists (that you didn’t really like) had provided for your shared home.

He places you down and lays next to you, pulling you into his chest, not bothering to clean up your pussy since he wanted it to take. He pulled the thin sheet over your sweaty bodies, and kisses your forehead.

“You did so good for me, yawne.” He whispers, and you hum, wrapping your arm around him.

“Can’t wait for us to have our own little family. You’re gonna be such a good mama, and I’m gonna be there for you every step of the way.” He says, making you open your eyes and look at him with a smile and heated cheeks.

“If you have any weird food cravings, I’ll make it for you. If you are sore, I’ll give you a massage. Anything that you need, anything at all, Ma’Y/N, I will provide for you.” He holds your hand and kisses it, looking into your eyes lovingly before he brings his hand to your cheek and leans his face to yours.

He kissed your lips, and when you two pulled away, he rested his forehead against yours.

“I love you, Y/N.” He says to you, and you say it back, knowing that it was the truth. Ever since you two laid eyes on each other when he and his family first arrived, you knew there would be something between you two forever.

You grab your kuru and he’s quick to grab his. You both watch as the lilac tendrils of both of your queue’s wrap around each other, connecting every single bit of your souls together.

You both sigh happily and eventually fall asleep in each others embrace

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a/n: i hope this was good enough cuz idk if i like this or not 😭😭

[pugh-bug]

No.42 Chapter 7

Art Donaldson x reader slow burn

If you’re still reading this series I appreciate you so much 🫶🏻 this is a pretty angsty chapter - vague implications of an eating disorder.

Part 6

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You had twelve texts, mostly from Liam, with the most recent being:

11:49am - Text from Liam

Thanks for coming you looked great haha

get home safe ok ;)

The wink you barely registered in your exhausted morning state, instead you rolled over to see Art asleep on your floor. He was in last nights clothes, as were you, and curled up in the foetus position. The temperature outside had finally dropped enough degrees to let a light breeze through your open window, brushing Art’s curls off his cheek. He looked angelic.

‘He might need you more.’

What did he need you for? He had Art for friendship, Liam for rivalry, his family for financial stability and himself setting his future aspirational lifestyle in motion. All of these thoughts swam in your head like hunting gators as you listened to Art’s peaceful breathing. What was he dreaming about? You hoped something good, your recent dreams had caused you nothing but high blood pressure.

CLANG!

Ah…Patrick. Morning coffee time.

‘Hmmm?’ Art mumbled, opening his eyes slowly. The poor boy must have the worst hangover of anyone’s life (you’d say of his but it was likely Art’s first real one). ‘How are we feeling?’ You cooed, sitting cross legged on your bed staring down at him. For a moment you received no response other than groaning, as Art clambered to a seating position. His eyes were still foggy when he cleared his throat to ask what time it was.

‘It’s 12.’

Another groan. ‘Shit…where are my - I’m sorry why am I in your room?’ He looked around frantically for his phone or water, so you gestured to your nightstand which stocked both. You smiled slightly at Art’s sleepy, confused voice. ‘You tell me,’ you shrugged, trying to remember. ‘We probably got out the Uber and just collapsed in here instead of your room cos it’s closer…Pat’s slept on the couch maybe?’

Art ran his fingers through his hair, straining his neck up with wide but distant eyes. He looked, for a moment, like he’d stopped breathing. Like he’d severed the oxygen to his brain and he was going to sit and wait to crack. His nails were even starting to dig in on his own arm.

‘Art.’ You snapped your fingers in his face and he seemed to come back from wherever he’d been. ‘Are you okay?’ Art solemnly took in your concerned frown for a moment before standing up and saying ‘Thanks for looking after me.’ on his way out.

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Art had been too exhausted to go to practise but not too exhausted, apparently, to do press ups in the kitchen. You walked in, after your shower, expecting to find the two of them watching tv not working out - well Patrick wasn’t. ‘I know I know, you try telling him.’ Was all Patrick offered in response to your look of total disbelief.

‘Twenty six…twenty seven…twenty eight…’

Any other day you might have been impressed but this? This was ridiculous.

‘Art, what are you doing?’

‘Twenty nine…thirty…thirty one…’

He was sweating, not as much as when he played tennis but he’d need a shower. His lips, in between counts, were trembling ever so slightly from the effort as he pushed and pushed to fight against sleep. It was a sad sight, one you wished to dissolve one way or another.

‘Art, this is fucking ridiculous. You’ve barely slept you’re hungover you just need one lazy day.‘

No response.

‘This isn’t normal.’

Patrick gave you one last look of defeat before going for his shower, clearly desperate to leave the room. You hesitated before kneeling on the floor beside Art’s head.

‘Thirty seven…thirty eight…’

His body was giving up on him - just screaming at him to let it rest.

‘Thirty…nine…’

When he got to forty you hoped you’d see a flicker of satisfaction on his face, followed by a prompt end but no. No, he just kept going.

‘Forty two…forty thr’

‘Fucking stop!’ You yelled and he did. Finally. Art dusted off his hands and sat up, staring at you in complete silence. He looked almost horrified at the intrusion.

‘I’m not your Mum but you need to look after yourself, you’re never going to win matches if you turn up to them half dead because you refuse to relax.’ You sighed, heavily, waiting for the lengthy disagreement Art would throw at you. The defensiveness. It never came.

‘I know.’ He pulled his knees up to his chest and stared at the poorly woven carpet, looking lost. ‘I just…I can’t afford to take days off I’m not Patrick. I have to work and work and work at it constantly. If I get into the habit of taking days off whenever I feel a bit shitty what will that get me? It won’t get me into Challengers, it won’t make me win any Opens. I won’t win Wimbledon Y/N,’ Art looked up at you, his eyes glassy. ‘What will it have all been for if…if after everything I’m just average?’

‘You’re telling me you can’t win Wimbledon if when you’re hungover you watch tv instead of working out?’ You rubbed your face, studying his for any negative reaction. ‘Sometimes one small set back is all it takes.’ He looked utterly defeated, you’d never seen someone look so low. It was hard for you to understand the tennis obsession but of course, like most things, you knew it wasn’t as simple as it seemed.

‘Have you eaten yet?’

He shook his head.

‘Well, you really should - actually you will. There should be leftovers.’

You managed to convince Art to eat and drink plenty of water before he resisted. ‘Maybe go back to bed?’ Was your advice - which he did not take. Patrick was half gaming half texting girls and only chimed in to make the odd sarcastic comment. He didn’t hear what Art said next.

‘Y/N,’ When you took your eyes away from your coffee you saw Art’s hand trailing closer to yours, his eyes apologetic. ‘I think you’re kinder than anyone I’ve ever met.’ Before you could say anything he was coughing, interrupting himself before he could share further. It took a while for his diaphragm to ease up but by then the moment had passed. His hand had returned to his side of the table.

Chapter 8

Masterlist

Taglist: @gatorgirl007 @imblushingrn @soy-garbage @blahhucantmakeme

[kvetchinglyneurotic]

ok i just finished season 1 of daredevil and i will have articulate things to say about it at some point but for now here's the stream of consciousness notes i took while i was watching:

-I like Jack Murdock as a portrayal of a loving but flawed parent — like he clearly cares for Matt so much and he’s doing his best but there’s some parts of a “normal” childhood he just doesn’t really have the resources to provide. That being said being stupidly self-sacrificial clearly runs in the family. Just take the dive and collect your money my guy 

-“you shouldn’t be sneaking around at night you could get hurt”/ “we need to do this within the legal system” Matthew you fucking hypocrite (affectionate)

-weirdly fascinated by the way Fisk & co. translate for their sketchy group meeting that always seem to take place in abandoned parking garages, especially with how Wesley gives the general idea of what they’re saying instead of a direct translation — ok update i suspected this was because Fisk actually understood what everyone was saying and I was right!

-I like Foggy but I disagree with him about the purpose of a defense attorney — he wants to represent people who aren’t guilty/were justified in what they did but everyone deserves representation even if they 100% did the thing and were 100% wrong in doing so 

-Honestly probably worked out better for Matt that Stick was only around for a couple of years at the most. Also symbolic that he left before teaching Matt to use knives — Matt never fully goes down the road of lethal force (I mean some of the things he does definitely would kill people in real life but in real life he’d also be dead so it evens out) or fully cuts off the people he cares about. Also are they implying that the reason Matt doesn’t permanently have broken ribs and/or major blood loss that he meditates? I mean suspension of disbelief obviously but that is. very funny 

-Fisk is, on the one hand, very detail-oriented, but he’s also impulsive and emotionally reactive, so he has to come up with plans to cover for it. Also I feel like his and Wesley’s relationship is going to implode at some point. Or one of them (probably Wesley since Fisk is like. the main villain) is going to die

-are they sponsored by Dell 

-obviously I know why they do this for cinematic reasons but it’s very funny that in-universe Fisk gives his entire speech in 1x08 without actually saying his name until he dramatically announces at the end. Although maybe that’s just for dramatic effect and in-universe he's just repeating it? Also don’t throw your computer Matt you have no money 

-Matt’s smug little smile when Karen says the man in the mask looks badass flipping around :3 

-“the whole wounded, handsome duck thing” 

-i love how much they dwell on the actual implications of finding out your friend is secretly a vigilante/has had superpowers the entire time you’ve known each other, and that knowing they go out at night to beat people up, even if it’s for the “right” reasons, would still be alarming 

-actually not bad on the nighttime colour-grading front! I can see what’s happening which is better than most shows 

-I appreciate that there’s an actual plot about/explanation of how Matt gets his body armour 

-Wow who could have guessed leaving the gun in the middle of the table was a bad idea. I kind of liked Wesley but honestly what a dumbass way to die. Do admire the bluff though “you don’t really believe I’d put a loaded gun where you could reach it?” 

-love the approach to superhero realism here — not necessarily in the abilities or the way the plot is constructed (although that’s good, too) but in the characters’ reactions (Foggy finding out about Matt; Karen when she kills Wesley, Fisk when he finds out Wesley is dead) 

-“I thought your days of being relevant were past” ouch 

-reasons Wilson Fisk is evil: murder, drug dealing, doesn’t like cat videos 

-I do like that Fisk kind of gets the power of friendship thing though? But like it makes him worse 

-I’m very much not the most qualified to make this judgement and I’d want to check what people who actually *are* in a position to judge have to say about it, but I feel like this show has a bit of an… orientalism problem, I guess? But orientalism that also includes Russians, and also I know this is partly an extension of her being a very minor character but Doris (Ben Urich’s wife) is the only character who seems like she’s *only* there to like. encourage others through her wise words and doesn’t have much of an internal life of her own (besides the priest I guess but I feel like with priests that’s kind of their job) 

-Did Foggy not go to Ben’s funeral? 

-Fisk is also going to kill Leland. Maybe stop killing all your allies Fisk 

-I think it’s cute that Matt still holds onto Foggy’s arm when they’re walking even when it’s just the two of them and Foggy already knows that he doesn’t need to do it 

-Why does Marvel keep naming wise mentor figures who die Ben? Matt and Peter Parker should make a club (is Ben Urich in the comics? I haven't read the comics)

-“while actively being arrested” has got to win some sort of award for worst marriage proposal but I guess I admire that he just went for it? 

-Ominously large number of minutes left in this episode after the seeming resolution 

-Matt’s dumbass little horns <3

-Fisk: “You think one man in a silly little costume will make a difference?” bro *you* thought one man in a silly little costume would make a difference when you were the one man. Also I hope the silly little costume protects Matt from blunt force trauma 

-I’m honestly still not entirely sure how/if Nelson & Murdock actually made any money

-I feel like that bit near the beginning where Karen and Matt both have secrets and Foggy’s like “I wish I had a secret” describes their dynamic basically

[strawbattyshortcake]

Corpses on Ice

Read on AO3 Can't Help Where I Come From (2/2) Words: 3,537 Summary: Try as he might, Astarion just can't get away from his family. Triel'dra does what she can to help. A restless night at the Last Light Inn, an unwelcome reunion at the Elfsong Tavern (Astarion x Tav, Acts 2 & 3)

<- Chapter 1: Shakes in the Night

It’s just as the last wisp of black smoke dissipates that Karlach thunders in, sizzling mad, with nothing but her smallclothes and a battleaxe raised over her head. 

“Wha’s happening? Where are they?” She’s still blinking sleep from her wild eyes as she takes in the Elfsong’s overturned furniture and splatters of blood, ready to cleave whatever threat’s roused her in two. 

“They’re gone, Karlach,” Shadowheart yawns. The cleric is spent, woken abruptly after a long day of searching for Jaheira’s friend, hunting for clown chunks, and fighting (doppelgangers, redcaps… crabs. So many crabs). They’re all exhausted, the party that had ventured away from the inn’s magic all but run dry when the fight had begun.  “Astarion’s siblings just paid us a visit.” 

“Oh,” the tiefling relaxes, a visible cloud of steam sighing off her vented shoulders as she lowers her weapon, seeming at once concerned for a friend and disappointed to have missed a fight as she looks Astarion over from across the room. “You ok, Fangs?” 

He isn’t. Or, at least, he doesn’t seem to be, not from where Triel’dra is standing. He hums something affirmative, distracted, but her surface-elf’s brow is creased, mouth tight as he watches a dim glow sputter at her fingertips where the last dregs of her magic fail to close the ragged punctures torn into her shoulder. That seems to be when Karlach notices them, too. 

“Oh, fuck, Soldier!” 

“I am fine. It is nothing a rest won’t fix.” The carpets are another story. She hopes Gale has some means to magic all this blood away, or the proprietors of the Elfsong are going to be very unhappy.

Triel abandons her failing reserves of magic in favour of clamping down on the injury with her good hand. It’s not the injury— she’d barely felt it, and Astarion seems unimpaired, despite the ring that protects her. It’s the wounds themselves. They won’t stop bleeding, and her arm is numb from the shoulder down.  They’re familiar feelings, but… more so. The same properties, weaponized rather than carefully mitigated. 

Jaheira is stretching out stiff muscles, returning her attention to the supplies she’d overturned in her haste to grab her scimitars and leap into the fray. Her own natural magic was spent as well, though her blades were more than enough to fend off the intruding vampire spawn. 

“Shit, you sure, Soldier?” Karlach’s molten eyes dart between the depleted spellcasters as she inventories their assets. “Hells, I’ll wake up the big guy, gimme a sec, yeah?” 

If the wood-elf hasn’t already woken, he’s dreaming, and if he’s dreaming he’s visiting with Thaniel and Oliver. 

“It’s fine, Karlach, let Halsin rest. A potion will take care of this; I have plenty.”  She smiles at her friend, grateful, trying to appreciate the concern for what it is. Her usual course of action would be to sleep off anything less than life-threatening, but…. As Triel looks around the room, it’s all tired faces and worry over the blood seeping from between her fingers. She’s learning. Taking care of herself isn’t selfish; it’s for them. 

She would expect Astarion to be pleased with her concession, but when she looks up to search his eyes they’re unreadable. He’s smiling, his voice too high and bright as he ever so carefully sets a hand on her waist and shepherds her towards the washtub in the corner. 

It’s not just her arm, now. Her head’s gone foggy. 

He’s making a joke, the performative kind he doesn’t mean. She can tell from the cadence even if the Common is slipping by her, something lascivious between him and Shadowheart as she hands him a corked bottle, something about clothes and privacy.  

Oh. Yes, privacy. 

The tub is empty, but there’s a wooden folding screen, a stool, a basin of fresh water. Somewhere they can be away from prying eyes, and she can’t stop bleeding. She’d offered him a feeding that evening, and he hadn’t gotten to it yet when his siblings had arrived. 

“What a mess,” Astarion says, his smile a bit too tight, voice clipped, as he sits her on the stool. “Well, at least you’ve met my family, now.” He pulls the folding screen across the floor to hide them from the others. She can hear movement down the hall, creaking floorboards and muffled voices. She can just make out Karlach trying to get everyone up to speed. 

Yeah, it’s over, but uh, shit, we’ve had company.

“May I?” Astarion draws back her hazy focus, looking at her meaningfully and she nods, go ahead. He takes careful hold of the fabric of her shirt and sets to gingerly peeling the blood-soaked fabric from her skin. 

This should hurt. It just feels cold, like the first time Astarion had fed on her. 

Her shirt falls to the ground with a damp thud. 

“I can fix that,” he assures her, that too-bright edge still in his voice. “Would you believe I’m remarkably good at getting out bloodstains? That it looks like you’ve been chewed on by a rabid animal will take a bit more work, but nothing a little darning won’t solve.” 

It’s not the first time Astarion’s deft fingers have helped her out of her clothes. This is different. The whole situation is different, but still a part of her worries that he minds, searches for any hint of discomfort. If he cares that her top is off he makes no sign of it, singularly focused on the two tears still seeping blood down her arm. 

Perhaps it’s just whatever it is in a vampire’s bite that makes her go numb and untethered, but Triel’dra just feels… comfortable. The cold is spreading, from a leaded pins-and-needles feeling to a deeper chill, the feverish kind left by potent necromancy. It should be unnerving; she feels wrong, but Astarion has her, and so everything is alright. She lets her head fall back against the wall and waits, arm proffered, for him to drink his fill. 

He’s been talking all the while, she realises as her mind drifts, like slipping into a sickly reverie. He’s switched to Elvish for her, easier to follow than Common, at least slightly more private as long as neither Halsin or Shadowheart is eavesdropping. 

“—and honestly, darling, for all I know he just had a sewer rat in his mouth, let alone all these torn threads shoved in. You’re mortal, you have to worry about this sort of thing if you can’t just burn it all away with holy whatever—” 

He’s not feeding yet. 

Astarion has taken off his jacket and set it, folded neatly, to one side. He rolls up his sleeves— all splattered with her blood, she notes with a pang, that looks like nice fabric and she can just hear her brother lamenting it— Gods, she misses Rhyl’fein, she misses all of them— 

Astarion kneels beside the stool, and Triel’dra nudges her shoulder at him, prompting. Careful hands take the injured limb, but it’s not the press of his lips she feels but the cool damp of a wet cloth.  

Oh. 

“You are not hungry?” 

Astarion raises his eyebrows as he wrings out the bloodied cloth in the basin. “Loathed as I am to turn you down, my sweet, I think you’ve had enough for one night.” 

She tries to smile at him. Her teeth are chattering. “I am already going to be woozy in the morning. You might as well.”

“Darling, if I take any more you won’t get up in the morning.” 

That crease is back between his eyebrows as he works at her wounds, carefully fishing bits of her sleeve from the torn flesh. Astarion is troubled. Of course he is. 

“I know they are not your siblings as mine are, and I am not overfond of people who steal into camp at night to take you away.” A flicker of red eyes, a muscle works in his jaw.  “But still… They are also victims of Cazador’s. if you complete this ritual, they will all die.”  

She doesn’t know them, can’t pretend to understand any of his life before the nautiloid. An uneasy feeling stirs in her chest whenever he mentions this rite, at the wicked gleam it puts into his eyes. She’s made her feelings known.  It isn’t her place to interfere, and she had kept quiet as he misled the other doomed spawn, but it seems worthy of a deeper discussion, now. 

His mouth twitches, a momentary grimace of displeasure, but Astarion sighs. It seems he was anticipating this, and not looking forward to it. 

“Trust me, darling. What they have isn’t living, and Cazador will never free them, whatever he says. I’m the only one with a chance, and I mean to take it.” He wrings the cloth out again. “And besides, there’s only six of them…. Hardly a drop in the bloodbath of our body count—” a humourless little smirk tugs at his lips, close to a snarl. “And I have to kill Leon now anyway, so really it’s only five.” 

“Which one is Leon?”  

Astarion looks up from his work, from so carefully tending her wounds: two semicircles of torn flesh between her clavicle and shoulder, the  flow of blood from the two deepest punctures finally beginning to ebb. “The one who bit you.” 

Ah. The one with the long dark hair. He’d lunged for her neck, his eyes black and vacant, and though she’d managed to twist away in time to save her throat, he’d latched on to her so tightly even his blunt human teeth had broken skin. She hadn’t been able to shake him free, not until Astarion had come at him with a sword in each hand and he’d been forced to retreat. Or evaporate. Been summoned? However it was they had fled back to Cazador. 

“I don’t relish the thought that one of my siblings is still out there with a taste for you. If he thinks he can come back for seconds— shit! Shit, sorry, darling,” Astarion’s brow is furrowed, fury seeping into his voice, but it vanishes abruptly when he finally gets a hold on a deeply embedded scrap of her shirt and she winces as he lifts it free. He dabs gently at the last of the blood seeping from the now clear wound, an apology. Triel is so tired, and she leans into the care of his touch. His hands are careful but his jaw is tight.  “He won’t have had blood like yours before, and who knows if he’ll be able to control himself. They are only vampire spawn.”

She frowns at that, fights heavy eyelids to meet his ruby gaze. “I happen to…” Triel’dra takes a breath, the word dies on her lips. She’s dizzy. Gently, Triel. Slowly. He needs to take things slowly. “I happen to care very deeply for a vampire spawn, thank you very much.” His face is unreadable, her heart does a nervous  flip. “Astarion,  we could help them—”

“Why?” he snaps, with an audible click of sharp teeth. “No one ever looked out for me. No one ever had a kind thing to say to me.” 

She startles at how quickly the response comes. A thought, a rumination, fully formed, sitting and stewing and long desperate to leap free. 

Triel was born in The Year of Shadows; she is one hundred and thirty-four. 

Two hundred years. Her entire lifetime and then some, suffering. She feels her stomach churn whenever she thinks of it, imagining every second of her life in torment, drawing on the things he's told her and the depths of Menzoberranzan cruelty passed down in stories by her elders. Imagining Astarion, alone and afraid, battered and used, his mind and body someone else’s plaything. 

Triel’dra swallows the lump in her throat. They’re his tears, his pain. She has no right to them. 

The rage in Astarion’s eyes fades as quickly as it came. He blinks it away, his expression softening as he looks down at her, then seems to remember what he was doing. “You’re the only one,” he admits, softly, before taking the potion bottle and uncorking it with his teeth, presses it into her good hand, encourages it to her lips.  “Other people don’t have a heart like you. You’re— drink up, Moonflower, there you are— you’re… you.”  He gestures helplessly and looks at her with a familiar kind of desperation as words fail him, not quite managing to convey whatever it is in his mind. He takes another breath, just to steady himself. “No one is like that,” he insists. 

Blessed Elistraee, how she wants to take him home with her. To take his hand and introduce him to her people, to her family. Her parents, who she’s sure would welcome him as one of their own once they know he’s safe, once they know what this lost child of the Seldarine has endured. Ardulune who is kinder and gentler than she could ever be will love him at once. Her little nieces, who will love his wit and flair for troublemaking…. her brothers, who will come around in time, she’s sure. 

She won’t bring it up again. It’s not what he wants. He wants the surface, this city, the sun— but her heart aches to bring him to her enclave where he would be safe. “I am not special, Astarion,” she says instead, laying her head on his shoulder. “There are so many good people in the world. Look how many we’ve brought with us. They all care for you.” She looks towards the folding screen, to the rest of the suite hidden beyond it. “I am sorry you have been alone for so long. I know it does not undo the past, but we are all here for you, now. One way or another, however things end….” She cranes her neck to look up as best she can resting against him like this. “If there is still a world when this is through, you will have a home in it. I swear to you.” 

Astarion is quiet for a worrying moment. His jaw works at words that don’t come, his throat bobs. Finally he shakes his head, and gently extricates himself from her embrace. She’s only dimly aware of the pathetic little sound she makes in complaint. “Right, then, darling. Let’s get you back to bed.” 

Triel looks down at herself. The blood has been cleaned away, the wounds closed and fading. They’ll be little more than a memory by daybreak. 

“Can’t put you back in that.” He’s folding his jacket over his arm, businesslike, as he gracefully slips past the wooden partition. “Which do you want?” 

He’s gone by the time she realises what he’s asking. 

“The grey one—?” 

“Got it.” She hears in reply from the other side. He knows where her pack is, where she keeps things, and returns a moment later with a clean shirt. 

She pulls it on. The linen is warm against her skin, but does nothing for the chill inside. She’s dizzy as she stands, but finds a solid body ready when she instinctively reaches out. Astarion is at her side, steady. He keeps his arm around her long after she needs it. 

There’s a quiet cheer from her companions at the other side of the room when she emerges, and she smiles at them. Jaheira nods at her from her perch, cross legged on her bed.  Shadowheart is already fast asleep. 

“Ah, Darling?” Astarion stops her when she pulls away towards her own bunk. “Stay with me tonight, won’t you?” 

She nods, all too happy to be led to his corner of the room. 

They haven’t shared a bed since making their camp in this inn. The tent was cozy, private. It wasn’t exactly a secret that he was feeding on her at night, that they spent their rest curled up together, but it was another thing to do out in  the open for the rest of the party to see. 

There’ll be wolf whistles and wry jokes in the morning. 

He doesn’t want to be alone. 

“In case they come back?” She asks, and Astarion nods, his grip on her waist a bit tighter. 

“Yes, my sweet. Precisely.” 

Astarion sits her on the edge of his bed, draping a pile of sheets over her shoulders as he goes about gathering his weapons from where they’re abandoned across the floor, stops before retrieving the Phalar Aluve for her. 

“This thing isn’t going to…. Oh, I don’t know, smite me if I pick it up, is it?” 

She shakes her head fondly and he slides it across the floor with a careful tap of his foot until it’s within a comfortable distance. She knows how he feels about the gods, probably doesn’t want to hear again how Elistraee would love him, drow or not. 

“Asta?” 

“Hm?” He’s arranged his armaments to his satisfaction and has moved to his clothing. He doesn’t look up as he rifles through his pack for a shirt not covered in blood. 

Shadowheart is asleep, as is Jaheira, seemingly, though it’s difficult to tell with the spymaster. She keeps her voice low just the same. 

“He is wrong about you, you know. Leon.” 

Astarion freezes, impossibly still, as only one who doesn’t need to breathe can be. Through the feverish haze Triel is afraid she’s made a mistake, but he needs to hear it. She can’t bear to let him think she agreed. 

“Petras complained about eating dogs; you were given rats.” Nothing but a flicker of glowing red eyes. “He starved you, kept your siblings better fed.” 

Finally a movement, his shoulders heaving as he draws in a breath to sigh. “Yes, darling, thank you for reminding me. We’ve established that I was Cazador’s favourite chew toy.” 

Triel shakes her head. “He kept you weaker. You were harder to control.” 

“That—” he bites off whatever he was about to say with an audible snap of his teeth. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. I—” he turns to her fully, and the agony in his eyes makes her heart drop into the icy pit of her stomach. 

“Don’t make me out to be something I’m not. I disobeyed Cazador once,” he says, voice trembling until it breaks and comes out as less than a whisper, the shape of a word. “Once.”  

Once, Triel would bet her life, was more than any of the others. More, from her understanding, than should have been possible. 

She hadn’t meant to hurt him like this. She’d been trying to bolster his resolve, not dredge up the things that haunted him at night. “I am sorry,” she says, shrugging the blankets off her shoulders, and trying to get back to wobbly feet to slink back to her own bed. 

Astarion instead forgets his search for a new shirt and simply tosses the bloodied one aside, stopping her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “Stay.”

It’s a question, not an order, a fragile plea. 

“Always, if you will have me.” 

She likes the beds at the Elfsong, likes the walls she can curl up against to feel secure and hidden as she rests. She waits for him to get in first, snug against the bed’s sides, and she slips beneath the sheets after, placing herself between Astarion and anything that may come for him in the night. 

Triel’dra feels herself sinking the moment she lays down, her eyelids heavy. She could fight like this, if she had to, she’s certain. She tries to stand again just to prove she can, but instead lets out a muffled groan in complaint as Astarion bundles her in a blanket to protect her from the chill of his body, and pulls her into his arms. 

No! She wants to say something, but all she can manage is a petulant wiggle. She can’t get up like this, not quickly. 

Oh, but it’s warm. It’s warm, and soft, and he’s holding her. 

Triel is so cold, and so tired. This is a losing battle and she’s already drifting. She can’t open her eyes, can’t speak, but she can pray as she slips away, as she feels him settle behind her. 

Lady of dreams, watch over us as I sleep. 

Dark Maiden, protect him from those who would enslave him again. 

She’s long past the point of no return when he whispers against her ear, so deep she can’t pull herself back, but just awake enough to hear him. 

“I’m not selling my soul for calamari and sunshine. I’m doing this for you too, you know. To make sure we’re both safe.”

She won’t remember this in the morning, and she can’t answer. Can’t tell him that she wants him safe, but more than that she wants him himself. That she’ll protect him to her dying breath, just as he is. 

That she loves him, just as he is. 

“Forever,”  he says against the shell of her ear. His breath hitches, again, but still his voice is set with grim determination. “For good.” 

Triel’dra can’t remember her dreams that night, but she wakes with an ache she can’t explain in her heart and tears staining her pillow.

[ratrap]

You're not overreacting. Tbh if I was in the same position I would prepare to be able to move out and then leave him. He's done it more than once despite you telling him it's not ok. And he should know without having to be told that what he's done is wrong, because it's a basic physical boundary that everyone has. You leave sleeping people alone, I know I feel that instinctively, and I don't know anyone who has or would touch a sleeping person in that way, he's chosen to ignore that instinct as well as ignore your directly stated wishes.

I'm not you though, and whatever you choose to do is valid. I only have a tiny glimpse into your life from what you've posted. I hope your therapist can help you through this 💕

thanks. I do really appreciate your kindness. I have been reading this over for a bit bc I don't really know how to respond. I do know every you're saying, really. I know he doesnt really I suppose care about me.. Hhhhh. I didn't mention it to my therapist yet, but it's just so fucking much after my mum passing in 2021 I just can't really deal with this on top of that. I think thats probably why I ended up moving in with him anyway bc I guess I just didnt care and just needed someone. I keep having like impulse thoughts to just escape it but I have no idea where else I can go right now either. I don't really want to admit like how we met cause it's embarrassing but even though hes not fully like my first boyfriend ever who was an evil person, I do know that my current boyfriend doesn't truly love me for me no matter what he says or does but I do know that. I suppose hes just using me too. I dont know I'm sorry if this makes no sense I'm really brain foggy when I take my medication. Thanks for saying I'm not overreacting about it you're kind. I'm just sad

[ange1princess]

Where do you want me❔

Summary ❕ Where's the wildest place they've had sex.

Ft. ❕ Gn!reader x Diasomnia (Malleus, Lilia, Silver, Sebek)

CW❕MDNI, sexual content, sub(?) Reader and bottom reader, exhibitionism, one spank, that's literally all. All characters in this are 18+

A/N❕Sorry Malleus' is so short oml i didn't even realise T_T but anyways Reblogs always appreciated!! Also not proofread :P

Kofi ❕ Masterlist

❕MALLEUS❕

‣ Not one for too much risk, it was in your bedroom at ramshackle the only difference is he fucked you against a huge window.

"Do you like this, my beloved?" He says as he pounds into you while looking down at the people walking by, the thrill of being seen or caught being fucked by possibly the strongest person on campus has you clenching around him, pleading him to go faster and harder. Your answer comes out as a whimper, pushing yourself against him in sync.

You don't know how much the poor, possibly weak glass pane could handle. But you didn't care, not when your brains foggy and the only thought in there is the need for his cum to fill you up, hoping someone catches you being claimed by the horned prince.

❕LILIA❕

‣ Oh he likes risk, because what's life without it, right? (Ok immortal.) In the air. I'm sorry you cannot look at me and tell me he wouldn't, birds eye view as you're over everyone he can show off two things like this, both his strength, and you! (Yes I'm a firm believer in him having wings in his true form and being able to fly <3)

"Look! There's Ace and Deuce, looks like they're looking for someone~ hm, what if it's you darling?" He chuckles as the both of you start drifting towards them, not close enough to be spotted too obviously, but close enough that if they tried hard, they'd definitely catch you. You bite down on the side of his neck to muffle the moan that threatens to bubble out of you.

"I know you can't keep it in any longer sweetheart, let go, let them see who you belong to," he whispers, his voice coming out steady, unlike yours which just comes out as a whine. "Don't think I haven't seen how the blue one looks at you, maybe we should give them a show?" You clench at the thought. Something about having Duece see you this hot and bothered, tongue lolling out of your moth as you throw your head back, makes you want more. The possessive lilt in Lilias voice only egging you further.

❕SILVER❕

‣ Nothing too special, the two of you went to a music festival and ended up fucking on an empty stage with an audience around you, but dw no one remembers much because everyone was either too tired or too stoned, good for you guys.

He's lost in the pleasure, he either doesn't care or doesn't see the group of people eyeing the two of you with unbridled hunger in their eyes as you cry out for him to move faster, your body moving according to his whim. Your back is arched, your ass in the air as the waves of your skin seem amplified by the strength of his thrusts. He leans over, his chest flush against your back as he whispers in your ear, "Look them in the eye," he's talking about the people in the crowd. Something bubbles up in his chest, is it pride? Is it arrogance? It can be either, signified by his self satisfied, smug smile.

You do as he says, you just want to cum at this point, and you know if you don't listen to him, he'd edge you or worse, leave you high and dry. So you stare into the eyes of a random stranger, your mouth opening to let out a wanton moan, your jaw going slack just like your body. You were close, you knew it but you can't cum, not yet, not till he gives you the go. "You did so well, go ahead, cum for me," that's all the permission it takes for you to come undone, you didn't even take into account the multiple people with hands down their pants trying to relieve themselves whilst watching.

❕SEBEK❕

‣ Another that's not one to go too further from tradition. But one time he got really hard during a meeting because you kept teasing him and had to excuse the both of you do that he could bend you over and make you see stars in the room next to it which had a one way mirror, aka you can see the other's having a meeting but they can't see you.

You can't help but look back at Sebek, your neck craning as you see his face scrunched up, trying to keep his cool although it's getting harder by the second. He's bent you over the glass table, the cool glass of the table giving solace to your heated skin. "S-seb, faster, please," is all you can manage to say as your eyes drift to the rows of people at the meeting in the other room. "You're fucking filthy, d-don't tell me how to fuck you," his breathings uneven and you can feel his annoyance as he smacks you, surely leaving an angry red print on your behind.

"This is all your fault, couldn't keep your slutty hands to yourself for an hour?" His thrusts keep getting faster and harder, you know he's going to punish you, you just don't know how. But you realise it as soon as it happens, he pulls out of you, jerking himself off as you whine at the emptiness. He tell you to shut up as he cums all over your ass, his breathing ragged as he tries to fix himself the best he can, straightening his hair and clothes, he looks as good as new unlike you, who's spent and sensitive, the only thing keeping you upright the thick glass of the table as he tells you he'll take care of you at home and that you need this, to learn both patience and discipline.

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[catholicdaredevil]

what are your favorite foggy x reader headcanon’s??? there’s just not enough on the whole of the internet. 💛

am i avoiding newsflash asshole to answer this? yes, what of it.

also all of my foggy x reader hc's are more just foggy hc's in general

general foggy hc's

-he has a drawer in his desk at work that is fucking filled with sauce packets from takeout

-like i'm talking way too much soy sauce for one man

-and before foggy knows matt's dd it drives matt fucking insane but it's not like he can say anything about his super senses being overloaded by expired ranch and soy sauce in foggys desk

-but if the delivery guy forgets foggys sauce foggys not caught lackin cause he has that expired mf shit on him

-while i think both of them are touchy in very different ways

-like matt is touchy in an understated way in public bc hes more private

-but foggy is loud and touchy, he is always draped around you in one way or another

-and it get's worse when he's drunk he simply does not care where you are or whos with you the second he gets like four beers in he's trying to stick his tongue down your throat

-or give you a wet willy like a freak

-he's the type of boyfriend that comes home with 'just because' flowers

-like he just saw them on his walk home and thought of you instantly and bought them

-and it's ridiculously sweet but he does it all the time hgadfkdsf

-his love languages are words of affirmation and quality time

-he just tells you every single little thing he loves and appreciates about you all the time

-you'll just lay in bed wrapped up in each other and you're almost asleep when he just

-"i love you so much. you're the best thing in my life." and he kisses the top of your head like it's the most normal thing in the world to say immediately before sleep

-and of course you say it back

-"fog i swear to god you are so annoying, i couldn't possibly love you more"

-because he is just the best boyfriend to ever exist

-"love you so much, you did great in there counselor."

-"oh counselor eh?" he's just waggling his eyebrows until you burst into laughter

-just always always does stuff just to get you laugh

-big ole class clown

-but in terms of quality time

-you're both pretty busy people and it can be hard to find time to do stuff officially a lot

-so it's a lot of working in the same room

-you coming to the office to do quick lunches with him

-plastered together on the couch each on your own laptop

-he talks about you all the time

-everything is either "oh well they were saying" or "oooh i bet they would love this"

-hugs

-i've talked before about how i think foggy gives the best hugs simply unparalleled

-he's real protective

-even if you aren't living together or going home together

-he always always walks you home all the way to your door

-and it's not just an excuse to kiss you again ok maybe it is

-but you could go out and both get plastered and he will still stumble you all the way to your house before he lets you walk home alone

-always holding hands, his warm sometimes sweaty hand in yours at all times

-you find him staring at you all the time

-he'll just look up and get caught up in it and end up just staring for like twenty minutes at the way your eyebrows knot together when somethings bothering you, or how sometimes when you're really focused you stick your tongue out

-and he's just so struck by how much he loves you it almost makes his chest ache

-best proposal ever ever EVER

-ridiculous fun dates

-you guys go make a fake wedding registry at a bed bath and beyond and spend hours giggling through the aisles picking out the most ridiculous niche kitchen appliances ever

-laser tag and bowling (rip mr prohaska)

- he bakes cookies anytime he knows you've had a bad day

-always has coffee ready by the time you wake up and gets your very specific coffee ideal every time without fail

-just memorizes everything you like

-secretly it's cause he has a little note in his phone that he adds to with every order from every place you eat

-all your favorite snacks and candies and movies

-he carries a photo of either the two of you together or both you in his wallet at all times

-he saves every movie ticket stub from every date you've ever been on

i just think he's the best boyfriend ever obviously i love him so disgustingly much

[fezcosbabymama]

moth, meet flame.

chapter two, strawberry lipstick state of mind.

click here to read chapter one

summary he says he’s an expert when it comes to japanese food but doesn’t know how to use chopsticks. pairing fezco x original character. warnings they smoke weed again tbh word count 3, 900 words.

listen to x // x // x

author’s note :—) yea so the timeline might seem a little foggy and there’s a reason for that!! tbh idk what’s gonna happen this season so i kind of want to wait a little before i interweave the show’s storyline w my story. not that it’s too important at the moment but yea enjoy hehe

f: wyd?

r: like rn?

f: yeah

r: nothing

f: bet ima take u out on a date

r: 😍😍😍 yes please

f: 20 mins ok?

r: yup. see u in 20.

reina holds her phone against her chest, squealing as she kicks her feet excitedly. she has no shame. at least not within the privacy of these four walls. she shoots out of bed, heading straight for her closet to find an outfit… but not just any outfit. the perfect outfit. after smoking with him a few nights ago, she would be lying if she said she didn’t spend the whole day thinking about him. fezco didn’t make things any easier on her either. despite constantly working he made an effort to text her. often at that. she could tell just how much he wanted to get to know her based on the effort he was putting in.

time is ticking by and she begins to panic, spotting a dress strewn across the designated clothing chair in her bedroom. it’s white with tiny strawberries all over… and still has a tag on. reina holds the dress against her body and twirls to look at herself in the mirror. “relax, rey. just fucking relax.” she murmurs to herself before ripping the tag off with her teeth and changing into the dress. she’s a lot happier with her decision once it’s on, posing in the mirror as she admires the way it hugs her body from different angles.

it doesn’t take much longer after that for her to finish getting ready. the majority of her life was spent living in a five person household with only one bathroom between them. reina learned how to get herself dolled up in practically no time. twenty minutes was child’s play for her. she’s slipping on her favorite white heels when she hears a car engine start outside. she can’t stop her heart from racing knowing for certain that the vehicle in question belongs to fezco. she snatches her purse up and all but runs to the front door, pulling it open to reveal fezco.

he looks her up and down, astonishment written all over that usually stoic face. his fist is still in the air, frozen there from her interruption. he had every intention of knocking like a gentleman but she beat him to the door. he sucks in a breath and shakes his head, as if to physically snap himself out of his daze. “you look gorgeous, ma.” he says. reina grins and grabs the hand he holds out for her as he leads them to his car. he doesn’t hesitate to hold the passenger door open for her, rounding around to hop in the driver’s side after. she’s quiet as she buckles herself in, mentally reminding herself to stay grounded in reality.

just because he opens the car door for you, doesn’t make him prince charming…

“ladies first,” his voice breaks her out of her thoughts. fezco holds up a lit blunt towards her. reina smirks but needs no other instruction as she takes it from him and takes a long, appreciate hit.

…but having a blunt awaiting your arrival might.

she coughs a few times when it burns her throat, holding it out in front of her as she inspects it. “this a backwood, ain’t it?” she manages to choke out.

he starts laughing and despite how shitty her throat feels, she still gets butterflies from it.

“what? you can’t handle it?” he teases.

“fuck off,” she rolls her eyes, patting her chest as she mentally prepares herself to take another hit. the second drag is a lot easier now that she knew what to expect, but the light headedness from the nicotine in the leaf is quick to set in. she leans her head back against the seat, handing the blunt off to him.

“backwoods always kick my ass.”

“you only smoke grass? you don’t smoke no cigarettes? vapes? none of that shit?”

reina shakes her head, “no. just weed. i usually smoke it out of my bowl or use those cute little pre-rolled cones. i get them online. i always buy the ones with adorable patterns on them.”

“let me guess,” he pauses to hand her the blunt, “you don’t know how to roll.”

she scoffs at him, puffing on the blunt to buy herself some time. he’s completely right. she can’t roll for shit. smoking marijuana was a habit she picked up fairly recently from her younger sister. the true marijuana connoisseur.

“you gonna teach me?”

fezco tears his gaze from the road to look at her, corners of his lips tugging upwards in a smirk. “i can teach you a lil somethin’ somethin’.”

reina ashes the blunt out of the window, “looking forward to these lessons, teacher.” she turns in her seat to face him, “what about you?”

“i like smoking on black and milds. so that and weed. you ever catch me smoking a cig… just know life is kicking my dumb ass.”

“cigarettes are gross.”

their conversation flows naturally as they listen to drake, but old drake because as fezco says “new drake is mid”. they talk about everything and nothing at the same time. reina makes him laugh just as much as he makes her. it’s comfortable. like they’ve known each other forever. it’s a feeling she knows is a lot deeper than just being stoned around someone you found attractive. it felt real.

fezco’s ashing out the second blunt when he pulls into a parking space. reina looks up at the sign on front of the restaurant, “sakura sushi? you didn’t strike me as a sushi guy.”

“who? me?” he turns the car off, leaning back against the door to stare at her in disbelief. “i know all about this shit. i’m actually an expert.”

reina wants to question him further but laughs instead, putting her hands up. “alright, alright. i believe you.”

he opens the door for her and leads them inside to the host’s stand. the restaurant is lowkey but still really nice. the decor is almost ridiculously trendy with artificial grass walls and neon signs all over the interior. it was definitely the kind of local spot that everyone always posted on their instagram. it looked like a place reina would love going to… fezco? not so much. they follow behind the host as she takes them to their table, his touch soothing as he holds his hand against the small of her back.

reina can’t help but stare at the way fezco looks at the menu. he seemed absolutely lost, staring at one spot for far too long. she smiles to herself, resting her cheek on the palm of her hand. “do you like sake?” she asks suddenly.

“wha— yeah, i do.” he begins to say one thing but cuts himself off.

it just makes her smile wider. “great. i love sake so i’ll order us some.”

he nods, his usual relaxed gaze a little nervous. fezco is quick to turn his attention back to the menu. when the waitress arrives they get two waters and the sake. the waitress inspects their ids for a moment and then heads off. before reina can put her id back in her wallet, fez scoots his chair closer to the table and as he leans over he whispers, “let me see your fake.”

reina’s eyes widen and she starts laughing under her breath. “let me see yours.”

they trade their respective ids and both break out into hushed laughter reading the names on each other’s fakes.

“you know what… you kinda look like a jimmy.” reina tells him as they return ids.

“you don’t look like a mandy though,” he comments with a smirk.

reina shrugs her shoulders, shoving her wallet back into her purse. “still a good ass fake.”

she gives the entire menu a quick glance over before looking up, she catches fezco staring at her. he doesn’t flinch, keeping his eyes on hers. it catches her off-guard a little but she fights through it, trying not to let herself fall too deep into that gaze. “so what’re you thinking of getting?” she asks, sitting up a little straighter in her chair.

fezco looks back down at his menu, his hand coming up to his face to rub his beard. “shit, ion know.” he sighs, leaning back into his seat, resting both hands flat on the table.

reina reaches out, placing her finger on his menu to point an item out to him. “how about this? the loveboat special seems like the perfect amount of food for us.” she brushes her index finger along the side of his thumb, intentionally slow, before nudging it out of the way.

he sees past the coyness. smirking as he lowers his face, staring down at the menu to read the description of what reina pointed out. his mind is too hazy to process any words and it’s not like he knew what any of it meant. he’s quick as he grabs her hand, holding it in the middle of the table, his thumb gently caressing the top of her hand.

the waitress comes back with their drinks while reina’s telling fezco a story about one of her fondest summer memories at her grandparents house. the last summer she spent there as a child.

the same summer she met him.

she pauses momentarily to relay the rest of their order and hand the menus back to the waitress.

“where did i leave off… oh, yeah — my sister and i were fighting, about what? i don’t remember. she ended up like pushing me off the ladder as i was trying to climb into the treehouse. i ended up landing on my arm all weird and ended up breaking it. ironically enough we became closer because of it so i guess it has a happy ending.” she points to the surgery scar on the inside of her arm and fezco’s first instinct is to reach out and brush it gently.

reina flinches, the butterflies in her stomach tickling her all over. she giggles breathlessly, rushing to pour them both some sake. she holds the pink bottle in her hand, holding it out for him to look at. “i love this specific brand of sake. it’s hakutsuru sayuri, a nigori sake. it’s so sweet.”

she hands him one of the shot glasses she poured, holding hers up so they could clink them together. “cheers!” they both tap their glasses against the table before throwing them back.

fezco’s immediate reaction is priceless. he’s grimacing, taking a few sips of his water directly after. reina tosses her head back as she laughs, wishing she could’ve taken a picture of his expression. it was adorable.

“damn,” he coughs, “it was good but you should’ve told me that shit was thick as fuck. shit was almost like drinking yogurt.”

reina smacks her teeth, “aight, now you’re just being dramatic.”

fezco uses his index and thumb to trace the facial hair surrounding his chin. “yeah, i know. let’s take another shot.”

she raises an eyebrow at him, “you’re literally the most ridiculous person ever.” reina laughs dryly but pours them another round anyways.

fezco starts talking about his grandma. he explains how time causes him to forget who she really was. the strong woman who is now subjected to spending the rest of her days in a vegetative state. reina holds both of his hands in the center of the table, nodding her head as she listens to him intently. the way he talks about her is so gentle. she can tell that he holds her in high regards still. to him, she’s the badass she always was.

reina squeezes his hands firmly, “i know she’d be proud of the man she raised. you had big shoes to fill at such a young age and still… you were able to step up.”

fezco doesn’t say anything and instead looks down at the table for a moment. his shoulders rise subtly as he takes a deep breath, lifting his face to make eye contact with her. he lifts her hands to kiss each and every last one of her knuckles. he mouths the words ‘thank you’ as the waitress approaches their table.

she’s carrying a large sushi boat completely filled with sashimi, nigiri, and sushi. the pair pull back from each other so that she can place the boat in the middle of the table. fezco stares at the spread with an apathetic look on his face. reina suspects it’s the first time he’s ever seen something that wasn’t a california roll. he copies her when she takes her wooden chopsticks out of its paper wrapping. he splits them terribly, the top of one stick stuck to the other.

she stifles her laughter, biting down on her bottom lip as she uses her chopsticks to pick up a piece of salmon sashimi. he watches her closely, and attempts to do the same, only for the nigiri he chooses to fall apart, his chopsticks clattering as they fall against the table.

reina cocks an eyebrow at him, “sushi expert, huh?”

he rolls his eyes but she can tell from the goofy smile on his face that he likes it.

“this is probably terrible etiquette but…” reina reaches for some tuna nigiri, the same kind he first tried for, holding it out for him to eat off of her chopsticks.

he smirks at her, his eyes burning a hole through her as he makes a show out of it. his mouth closes slowly over the chopsticks, tugging on them gently as he pulls back. he chews leisurely, wiping his lips unnecessarily with his thumb when he’s finished.

reina was thankful for the dim lighting in the restaurant otherwise she was certain fezco would call her out on the redness rising in the apple of her cheeks.

“do you mind if i ask you more about your childhood?”

fezco doesn’t talk about himself, much less about his childhood. he couldn’t remember the last time he let someone close enough to get to know him. he was well-guarded, protected by that tough guy demeanor his grandmother had instilled in him. however, for some reason unbeknownst to him, he feels completely at ease delving into his upbringing with reina. he can tell from the way she looks at him, honey dripping from those pretty eyes of hers, that she holds no judgement in that kind heart.

they hold hands as they eat, drink sake, and talk. god, do they talk. they laugh too. lots of it. sometimes so loud they have to cover their mouths, looking around at the other tables nervously, worried they were being too obnoxious and bothering other guests. they become so impossibly lost in their own little bubble, the waitress silently drops the check off and it brings them back down to earth.

reina can’t stop grinning.

fezco pays for their bill (like the true gentleman he is, seriously, he doesn’t even let her look at the check) and they walk out of the restaurant tucked closely together, their fingers interlaced tightly. he walks her to the passenger’s side and instead of opening the door for her like she expects, he leans her against the vehicle tenderly. fezco presses his body against hers, fingers curling around her hair. reina looks up at him, close enough to count all the lashes framing those troubled eyes. he drops his head a little and a breath hitches in her throat in anticipation. he chuckles against her mouth, his breath puffing against her parted lips.

“i could eat you up,” is what he says right before he kisses her. it’s slow and tender and makes her weak at the knees. reina curls her fists around the front of fezco’s shirt, holding on for dear life. the way his facial hair brushes against her face warms her all the way down to the tips of her toes. the taste of strawberries on his tongue from the sake makes the moment feel like a dream. everything was perfect. too perfect. it was as terrifying as it was beautiful. he pulls back slightly but keeps his forehead pressed against hers as he tries to regulate his breathing. he might’ve been panting but he was smirking the whole time.

fezco pecks the side of her face, taking a step back and helping her stand up straight so that he can let her in the car. she swears there are stars swirling around her head, eyes heavy with bliss. inside the car, fezco leans over to open his glovebox, pointing at a few blunts he had rolled up. “i came prepared. let’s spark it.” reina laughs but doesn’t object, manicured fingers quick to pull one out for the pair to smoke.

his hand finds sanctuary on the soft, warm skin of her thigh. he starts to resent his decision to smoke a blunt on the drive home, wanting to keep his hand situated on her as his thumb caresses the inside of her leg. every moment he didn’t spend touching her was a moment he felt was wasted. he’s thankful when they finish and she smothers the blunt out, dropping it into the ashtray. reina reaches out to him, fingernails scratching the back of his neck and shoulders in a way that sends shivers up and down his spine. he exhales shakily, glancing over at her with his eyebrows raised when he hears her giggle.

“you think that shit’s funny? you got me down bad.” he says with a playful shake of his head.

when they arrive fezco opens the door for her and offers her a hand to help her out. reina is grinning from ear to ear, cheeks beginning to hurt from the pressure. she feels so warm, floating on cloud 9. being high was one of her favorite feelings. it was easy to forget about all the problems she had plaguing her when she was smoking, at least for the moment.

fezco grabs her by the waist, leaning his shoulder against the car as he just stares at her intensely. maybe she was just imagining it, his blue eyes so dark she can’t find any words to speak.

“reina,” he finally sighs.

she bites her lower lip, tilting her head as she mimics him. “fezco.”

he looks down at her mouth, “ion wanna say bye to you yet. it’s too soon.”

“it’s too soon?” she teases.

fezco picks both of her hands up, holding them over his chest. he stares at her earnestly, wanting his eyes to convey just how much he means what he says. “ion usually talk much but i can’t keep my stupid ass mouth shut when i’m with you. rey, honestly you make me feel so…”

“comfortable?” she offers.

fezco lets out a deep breath, one he wasn’t aware he was holding, and then nods a few times. “yeah.”

“like we’ve been here before and we’re just picking up where we left off?”

he nods again.

fezco squeezes her hands gently. “you down to kick it with me a lil longer?”

“i would love to, fez.” she stands on the tips of her toes and gives him a quick but tender kiss.

“we can cuddle and watch a movie or some shit.” he tugs on her hand, leading the pair towards his front door.

“mmm,” she hums, “cuddling while high is definitely the vibe.”

reina leans against the house as he starts to unlock his front door, twirling a lock of her hair around her finger absentmindedly as she watches him. she bites her bottom lip, feeling absolutely giddy all over. fezco turns to look at her, fingertips reaching out to brush her cheek. he wants so badly to kiss her but knows ashtray would give him shit about it if he was watching the security cameras. he pushes the door open and immediately upon entering they hear, “well, you two sure are cute.”

on the couch sat a girl with curly hair tied up in a messy bun, a sweatshirt that hung off of her shoulders, and the darkest under eye circles reina had ever seen.

“bruh,” fezco sighs exasperatedly, “fuck is you doin’ here?”

awkwardness starts to set in so reina wraps her arms around herself, smiling nervously as she looks around the room. at the table sat ashtray, fezco’s younger brother, manning the cameras and cleaning what appeared to be a glock.

“my mom and i got into it so i snuck out. i didn’t want to be at my house and i didn’t have anywhere else to go so…” she explains plainly, folding her legs up on the couch.

fezco sighs again, throwing his arms up in silent defeat. “ion got shit else to offer you if you not tryna just smoke some weed.”

she holds both of her thumbs up, “aye aye, captain.”

fezco rolls his eyes at her and turns to rest his hand on the small of reina’s back, bringing her closer to his side as she had been standing by the door apprehensively. “reina, that’s rue. she’s like my little sister. annoying as fuck most the time.”

rue doesn’t argue and instead just shrugs her shoulders. “just so you know, he can be just as annoying.”

reina just laughs, waving a hand politely at rue.

“and that’s ashtray over there.”

ashtray pauses what he’s doing for a moment, nodding his head at reina in acknowledgement. he shoots a knowing look at fezco before lowering his head back down to his glock, a smirk on his mouth.

fezco turns to reina, an apologetic look in his eyes as he holds his hand out. reina winks at him, practically skipping behind as he walks her over to the couch. the pair settle into each other easily, she nestles herself into his side, her knees up against her chest. he tosses a blanket over them, one arm around her shoulders and his opposite hand on her knee.

it’s not exactly what she imagined when he invited her in but it still made her happy. the sound of his soft laughter makes her heart swell in her chest. she feels so lucky to be able to see him in such a intimate light.

the movie they’re all watching falls upon reina’s deaf ears. she’s far more interested in fezco, stealing adoring glances up at him every chance he’s not looking. reina even pays more attention to rue’s off-hand comments than the movie, laughing what was probably entirely too hard but whatever she’s stoned.

fezco dips his head, lips brushing against the top of her ear, and the way his facial hair tickles her sends shivers down her spine. “thanks for having dinner with me, ma.”

she nuzzles closer to him, sighing blissfully in response. she tilts her head a little, meeting him halfway in a chaste kiss.

she can hear rue groan and fake gag from beside them, playful jealousy the motivator. “c’mon, stop rubbing it in. get a room.” she complains, but reina can hear the smile in her voice.

she can tell how happy rue is for fezco. it radiates off of her. she says one thing but feels another. reina rests her head on fezco’s chest. “you guys really are siblings.” she comments with a laugh before helplessly dozing off to the sound of fezco’s heartbeat.

[pastafossa]

Matt keeps a straigh face while handing Jane an actual rock in front of Foggy who is having a MELTDOWN bc he does this in front of a zoos penguin exhibit

Ok so in between my project (*shakes fist*) this idea was giving me LIFE. Because it is ABSOLUTELY in character for Matt being a sassy little shit, and like OH MY GOD, he would.

You all had just passed the seal exhibit when Matt started to grin. And not the good grin—no. This was the bad grin: a Danger Level 7 on the Matt Shenanigans scale, of which Foggy kept meticulous record. Daredevil-based antics generally categorized as a 9 or a 10, while the pig that Matt had somehow smuggled into the dorm back in college rated about an 8. And to think, he'd claimed he thought it was a dog. Foggy had sensed the stench of bullshit even then, but there'd been no evidence to prove otherwise.

Now he knew better.

You were still a little behind Matt and Foggy, caught up watching the admittedly-adorable harbor seals splash and swim around but you quickly moved on, meandering towards Foggy and Matt. Matt suddenly pulled away from Foggy, and that's when he knew the devious bastard was up to something. The few other zoo guests passing by shifted wider, giving Matt a surprisingly polite amount of space as he tapped his cane. And just like that he put on his best 'innocent, no-super-senses blind man' face—the one with the puppy dog eyes you could feel behind the glasses, the mouth tilted just so, not a smirk or a smile to be found. Foggy narrowed his eyes.

Matt called you over as Foggy hissed out a quiet, "What are you up to, Murdock?!"

Matt shifted his stance a little, the glass of the exhibit now at his back. Foggy still hadn't quite figured out what was in the enclosure but there was a lot of water. Once you were close enough to hear him, Matt reached into his pocket. "I just remembered. I almost tripped on this earlier," he told you, borderline angelic, as if he wasn't in fact a metric ton of audacity in human form. "Too much noise, threw me off. I picked it up but I'm still not quite sure what it is. I just know I didn't want it out where anyone could step on it."

Je-sus, the good Samaritan ploy. Foggy rolled his eyes, muttering a prayer to the heavens. Matt's hand had closed entirely around whatever object it was that he passed to you, scarred knuckles and callused fingers blocking Foggy's view. You carefully took it, your head dropping as you glanced down at it. As you did, Matt lifted his head and directed a quick smirk in Foggy's direction. Behind him, briefly glimpsed through glass and cold water, a black and white shape swooped by.

Holy shit, he wouldn't!

No, no. Not even Matt was this ballsy, this blatant, and Foggy nodded to himself, lifting his giraffe cup to drink from.

"Wow," you murmured, turning whatever it was over in your hand. "I mean, it's a rock, but it's really pretty. Where did you say you found this?"

Foggy spat back into the giraffe's plastic face, choking and coughing. He waved off the passersby who'd paused even as he continued to hack, because holy shit—

"Found it up towards the front," Matt said innocently, which he absolutely was not, not one bit, the bastard—

"Some kid probably dropped it after picking it up in the gift shop. God, it's pretty." You let out a quiet hum, still seemingly entranced by the stone in your hands. Foggy took a step to the right, just enough to get a glance at the rock. And then he had to turn away, wheezing in disbelief because how did Matt pick a red geode?!

"Nothing we can do about it now, kid's probably long gone," you said thoughtfully, and Foggy whirled back around, not willing to miss even a second despite himself.

"You're probably right," Matt said, as another penguin drifted by. This one paused, however, posing behind Matt. Aaand now even the penguin was staring at Foggy mockingly, those fucking macaroni penguins with their sarcastic, dastardly eyebrows.

You tried to hand the rock back, but then Matt shook his head, throwing you a warm smile. "I can't really appreciate it as much as you since I can't see it. Why don't you keep it?"

Foggy made a strangled noise, choking on air as he swallowed down a shriek and oh god, this was it, this was how he died, because Matt Murdock was literally giving you a devilishly-red rock in front of the fucking penguin exhibit. You tentatively drew your hand back, staring down at the stone and turning it over in your hands, and how could you not know?!

And there was a moment, a moment, as your head lifted and you caught sight of the penguin swimming by, that Foggy thought, Aha! Yes, you've got it! You'd realize, wouldn't you? You had to, and then-then Foggy wouldn't be alone seeing the sheer shamelessness in Matt offering you an actual rock in front of penguins when penguins courted with rocks, right?! You tilted your head, eyes flicking between Matt and the penguins as you considered them both. "Do you know where we are right now?" you asked slowly.

Matt shrugged, giving you a baffled look. "The... grizzly exhibit hit me a little hard, and there's a lot of noise. I can smell water at least. Are we near the seals?"

No, no, Foggy did not buy that for a goddamned second, but apparently you did because you gave a little snort and shoved the geode into your pocket before holding out an arm to Matt. He gently took hold and then his face turned towards Foggy over your head, and his smirk turned absolutely shit-eating.

"Fuck you, Murdock!" Foggy whispered as emphatically as he could, resisting the urge to flip Matt off when there were children present. "You insane, rock-gifting, hellspawn of a penguin!"

"Language, sir!"

"Sorry, ma'am."

[gojacat]

Fantasies — NSFW

Characters : Hinata, Oikawa (female bodied reader)

Head-canon : What would Haikyū!! boys do if you tell them they can do whatever they want with you??

Warnings : NSFW/smut

W/C : 726 (around 350 for each character)

Part 2 his here

Hinata : He will definitely be hella foggy and excited at the same time, jumping out of the bed where you were making out, a huge smile on his lips. Then, he’ll suddenly realize that it implied reveling you one of his biggest fantasies, and he’ll be embarrassed as hell.

You’ll have to encourage him, telling me that you won’t laugh at him or anything, taking him into your warm arms, a big and reassuring smile on your lips.

Finally, the boy will confess that he really wants to... fuck your tits, masturbate himself on your tits, cum on them. From the moment it implies your breast, whatever you’ll do or let him will send him to paradise. He honestly does not care if their size, shape or color, he’s just fascinated by them, he really thinks they are the prettiest and sexiest thing he ever saw in his entire life.

If you agree (even if you asked him to choose whatever he wants, there is NOTHING sexier than consent), he’ll start by giving you the hotter and messier kiss he ever gave you, before letting open-mouth kisses on your neck. Then, impatient, he’ll remove your shirt and your bra if you wear one, and will take one of your nipples between his lips, massaging the other with his hand.

Shōyō, being himself, he won’t be able to wait much longer, and after taking care of your breast for a few minutes, he’ll finally take of his already full hard dick from his pants.

He could let you take his pretty cock between your tits, moaning your name as you’re pressing them around him. He wouldn’t be able to think straight, lost in pleasure. And if you take his head on your mouth, licking his slit and sucking on his tip, he won’t be able to last long.

Or he could also pin you on the bed, taking his dick in his hand and jerking himself off on your chest, painting your tits with is white and thick cum as he came.

After that, he’ll make sure you receive as much pleasure that he did.

Oikawa : When you’ll finish your proposition, the boy will definitely give you the wildest and the most pervert smile you’ll ever see in his mouth, already knowing what he wants. Luckily for him, the both of you would be in his bedroom, so he’ll have exactly what he needs to accomplish his fantasy under his hand.

Without a word, he’ll leave small kisses on your lips then he’ll go to the corner of his room and will take the huge mirror resting against the wall, managing to drag him near to his bed, his smile still on his lips.

As he is considering the both of you as the sexiest couple in Japan, even in the entire world, nothing excite him more than the idea of fucking you in front of his big ass mirror.

Taking your hands in his, he’ll drag you in front of it and will take place beside you, watching himself strip you, his longs and pale fingers removing all your clothes. Before removing your underwear, he’ll tug your panties on the side and will stretch your folds, loving the flustered looks ok your lips as he starts to tease your entrance in front of the mirror.

He’ll definitely praise you as he’ll fuck your pussy with his fingers.

Then, it will be your turn to remove his clothes, appreciating his smooth skin and all the curves and shape of is body, sculpted by all those volleyball years.

He’ll fuck you from behind, standing up in front of your mirror and positioning his fat cock in your entrance, kissing your neck before pushing it inside. One of his hand will naturally come on your clit as he’ll let you time to adjust yourself to his thick cock.

Once you’ll give a nod for him to move, Tōru will fuck you harder than he ever did in his entire for, still stimulating your wet clit and sending the both of you in an ocean of pleasure.

When the both of you will have reached your own climate, he’ll push you back on the bed and will cuddle with you for a long time, thanking you for letting him realize this fantasy of him and because he loves you.

[draconic-ichor]

In the Steel Steeds Heart

Chapter 17: Lingering Touch

Warnings: strong language, sexual themes, blood, penetrative sex, oral sex, breeding kink, heat, sex toys, overstimulation

Summary: Juniper wakes up after the Bloodmoon… but something feels different

Feedback appreciated. 18+

This is a smut heavy chapter folks….

Juniper awoke in their bed. Her muscles were sore and she felt incredibly hungry. She raised her hand to touch her face, but a sharp thorn of pain rippled through the bones of her arm. Juniper looked down, seeing her arm wrapped up in thick bandages.

She made a tiny sound of alarm, trying to sit up. Her memories were coated in a thick fog of the night before, the only thing that was at the forefront was the taste on her tongue:

Blood.

Was it her own? She was obviously injured. But oh god, what if it wasn’t. If her stomach wasn’t a yawning emptiness she might have retched.

Juniper heard the speakers rattle to life overhead.

“You awake buttercup?” Heisenberg’s voice sounded.

“Y-yea…” she answered.

“You sit tight and rest.” His voice ordered, “I’ll be up after I finish up down here, and I better not see your ass out of that room.”

As the speakers died Juniper huffed annoyed.

She shakily stood, making her way to the kitchen. She rummaged through the fridge and cabinets, desperately wanting to fill her belly and wash the taste from her mouth.

Juniper ended up making the biggest sandwich she’d ever made: it consisted of multiple layers of cheese and meats, even adding what little veggies she could find onto it.

She sat at the table, wolfing it down hungrily. She felt like her insides were hollow. As she neared the end of her meal Heisenberg came through the door to check on her.

He looked over the disorderly kitchen, shooting her an amused smile, “Hungry, kitten?”

She nodded, her mouth full of her most recent bite.

Heisenberg chuckled, striding past and sifting through the mess to make himself something.

Juniper swallowed, then asked, “What happened?”

Heisenberg gave a deep sigh, “Well…long story short, you turned into the big bitch again.”

Juniper grew quiet, trying to think.

Heisenberg went on, “I don’t know what you did, you fucking ran off on me. Found you in the stronghold, had a gunshot wound.” He gestured to her arm. Juniper felt it over swallowing again.

“D-Did I hurt anyone?” She asked tentatively.

Heisenberg gave her a long look before answering honestly, “I’m not sure Doll…but you were covered in blood…”

She read between the lines, nodding.

Shrugging Heisenberg picked up his plate to sit next to her, “It comes with the territory, buttercup. We all lose control early on.”

He reached out and took her hand in his gloved one, “It’ll get easier.”

Juniper nodded again, meeting his eyes.

~

The next few days went by slowly. Juniper felt restless and hot. Her skin felt sensitive and the hunger morphed into something more, a different emptiness and need filled her.

She sat down in the workshop, and Juniper was in a mood, the type of mood where she strove to be the biggest nuance she could be. It had long since worn Heisenberg thin, her status to him the only thing keeping him some semblance of calm.

“Buttercup…” Heisenberg hissed through clenched teeth, “You are really starting to piss me off.”

She pulled the tool she’d been lightly tickling him with away with a little whine. She wanted attention, wanted to be touched.

“How about you go back to the apartment.” It was more of an order, “Let me work.”

She begrudgingly did what she was told, returning to the apartment dejectedly. Sitting on the edge of the bed she fidgeted with the edge of her dress.

As the hours went on the feeling sharpened into a deep desire. Her body erupted into a cold sweat, muscles twitching under the skin. Her mind felt foggy and heavy.

~

Heisenberg finally entered the apartment, after he'd finished with the tasks he set before him that day. The second he was through the threshold Juniper was on him. She was unclothed, eyes dilated.

“Hello, Doll.” He gave a cocky smile as she started pulling his coat off. He let her as he slowly walked towards the bed.

Juniper pushed Heisenberg back onto the bed. He made a sound as he hit the mattress, chuckling once he got his breath.

“You ok buttercup?” He smiled cockily, watching as she practically ripped the rest of her clothing from herself.

“No.” She shook her head, crawling over him. Her eyes were dark and lustful, sweat gathering on her brow.

“I’m so horny.” She huffed out, “So horny it hurts!”

“Hey now.” He chuckled as she started to undo his belt. Juniper looked up at him almost annoyed before continuing.

“So am I going to be the pillow princess tonight?” He folded his arms behind his head showily.

Juniper struggled to get him undressed, her hands shaking a bit.

“You can be whatever you want.” She almost growled.

When his cock was free she found it with her mouth hungrily. Heisenberg made a sound of surprise as she lathed over him with her tongue.

She looked up at him with half lidded eyes, vision of a predator. His smirk faltered, her smell hitting him. She smelled sweet and alluring.

He licked his lips, realizing she’d been acting strangely since the bloodmoon.

Had its primal song sent her into a mock heat?

He didn’t have long to muse, she was on him. She trapped him between her thighs, letting out a ragged breath. Heisenberg rubbed up her legs softly, aware of her dripping core.

He smiled roguishly, thinking he was in for a good night.

~

Juniper bounced on him, seemingly unrelenting. Heisenberg’s eyes were shut, his jaw tight. His muscles would tighten with every movement of her hips. Her hands found his shoulders, beginning to buck faster as another orgasm inched ever closer.

Heisenberg had already come multiple times, concentrating more on holding himself together now then focusing on whatever she was doing.

Her walls clenched down on him, milking his cock. Juniper threw her head back, playing with her own piercings as she cried out.

Heisenberg writhed underneath her, unable to hide his sounds. He moaned loudly, gripping her hips as she kept up her onslaught. His thighs trembled with pleasure under her.

“F-Fuck buttercup!” He moaned out, huffing out hotly. His idea of the night was quickly turning over to survival.

Juniper couldn’t find real relief, her body searched it out with unending energy. His smell was driving her wild: a mix of musk and sweat. She ran her fingers through Heisenberg’s chest hair, drawing out a shutter from him.

Had it been hours? How many times did he spill out into her?

Heisenberg didn’t know, overstimulation and pleasure bleed together into a cocktail of primal passion that made his head spin. He was usually the one with higher stamina but Juniper was a force to be reckoned with in this state.

“Doll?” Heisenberg groaned out, when she didn’t stop he grabbed her hips hard.

Juniper mewled in protest.

“Doll, I need a drink.” He shook his head, “You’re fucking killing me here.”

She made a sound of distress as he lifted her off of him. Juniper pouted up at him.

“God damn.” Heisenberg tried to stand, his legs almost buckling under him.

He made his way to the kitchen, nearly falling into the sink. He bent forward, cranking his neck to drink straight from the tap needily. Water trickled down his chin, getting caught in his beard. Shutting off the water, he had a ragged breath.

He turned, seeing her still on the bed, rubbing her thighs together.

Sighing heavily he spoke, “How about I get that toy I made for you, hm?”

“Don’t go!” Juniper stood, worry making her shake.

“I’ll be quick.”

“Can I come with you.”

“It’ll be faster if you’re not hanging all over me buttercup.” He admitted, seeing her wilt.

“I’ll come right back and play with you for a while with the toy…Give me a bit of a breather.” He admitted, “Then I’ll be top for a while. See if that’ll help.”

She gave him a tiny nod.

He was true to his word, as he most often was, returning promptly with the toy in hand. He pulled up a char before the bed, sitting heavily down.

“Get on your knees, in the bed.” He instructed, using his powers to pull his cigar case towards him. She crawled onto the bed, lifting her butt up in the air. She waited impatiently as he cut and lit a cigar. He took a long drag before mentally bringing the toy over to her.

She made a little cry as the cold metal speared into her. Heisenberg leaned back in the chair, watching as he used the device to piston into her, setting a quick pace.

A mixture of her own slick and his come ran down her thighs from her swollen cunt.

He kept this up for a long while, removing the toy to press against her clit from time to time. He loved to just sit and watch her fall apart.

The way her legs trembled and her back arched to get better angles. He’d never seen her so feverish to fuck, unused to being the one running out of stamina.

When he felt his strength return with a second wind he pulled the toy free of her. It fell wetly to the floor with a metallic clink. Juniper made a little sound from the loss of sensation.

Juniper started to move, turning to look at him.

Heisenberg stood growling, “Stay right there. Ass up.”

She complied, wiggling her hips a bit enticingly. He stood behind her, marveling at the artwork of flesh before him. He ran his palms over the plush of her ass and down her soft thighs, earning a mewl from her.

“You want to act like a needy bitch, you’ll be fucked like one.” He spoke huskily as he lined himself with her opening.

He speared into her without mercy. If she wanted to be fucked in oblivion he would do his damndest to comply. He set a fast rough pace, hearing her cry out every time he hilted fully in her flesh.

“Yea this is what you fucking wanted, wasn’t it?” He growled, pounding into her. She made a sound, lips open and wavering.

He smacked her ass hard, “Want my pups you, needy Bitch?”

“Y-yes!” She cried.

“Tell me.” He thrust faster, fingernails digging into the skin of her hip.

“I want your pups!” Screamed out as an orgasm washed over her.

Heisenberg groaned out, feeling her walls fluttering around him.

Her nerves were shot, pleasure numbing every extremity. He was finally fucking all thought from her.

“That’s it.” He moaned, feeling her finally submitting fully.

Their hips clapped together loudly, almost drowning out the wet sound. Juniper mewled under him.

He gave a few more savage thrusts, gripping her hips enough to bruise as he buried his cock in her. His balls tightened as he filled her with everything he still had, roaring out like a Lycan.

He fell forward, stomach pressed against her lower back. He dipped his head down and whispered in a gravelly voice, “Good girl.”

Heisenberg pulled out of her, feeling sore and aching. Juniper collapsed onto the bed, relief washing through her. He lay down beside her, the only sound the mixture of their labored breathing. Both were totally spent, mentally and physically.

“Warn me next time you feel…whatever the fuck that was…ok doll?” Heisenberg murmured with closed eyes.

Juniper gave a little rumble.

[emkay512]

Once Upon A Time

Chapter 3

Summary: This starts at the beginning of TRR book 2 with the Fydelia ball but with a different series of events. This AU is based off the show Once Upon a Time with Riley and Liam mirroring Snow and Charming. Characters belong to Pixelberry.

A/N: I felt like I needed to still post this, even though I’m terrified with living up to my own hype. Let me know what you guys think.

A/N 2: thank you for pre-reading @queenrileyrose and @sfb123 both of you have given me such encouragement and I really appreciate it!

Warnings: This will contain NSFW adult language and content. By reading, you acknowledge you are 18 and over.

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“Wait.... what!?” Drake’s face had gone white with shock. “But, we all saw! We all saw her fall in love with you. She loves you for sure Li, what the hell is going on!?” Despite his best efforts, Drake had come to accept Riley as an important person in his life, she was a truly trustworthy friend and she was a chance to see his best friend marry for love. Surely she’d never give up on hope and love, she was the epitome of both.

Liam wasn’t sure how much time had passed since he watched the latch on his bedroom door shut with Riley’s departure. He had dropped to his knees unable to stand with the weight of his broken heart still staring at the door trying to unsee what just happened. He was so sure of her love for him, he had never seen such happiness and sincerity exist in his life than when she told him she loved him in the hedge maze at his coronation ball. All this time he’d been apart from her was spent planning for a solution, clinging to the memory of her smile the last time he saw her before getting engaged.

Getting engaged. Then he started to think about the effect this had on her. He hated himself, she was vulnerable and abandoned, of course she’d fall out of love. Liam’s head was still foggy, but he remembered pouring two glasses of whiskey and calling Drake to meet him and briefly telling him what happened and now getting his reaction.

“You.. you don’t understand.” Liam was still just only choking out words. It was bad enough to live in this reality, but to have to utter the words and make someone else understand what was happening was like living his nightmare over again. “She said she did love me, or that maybe she did, or that she couldn’t love me anymore... God, it feels like it all happened so fast! I can barely get my head straight!” His tone was clearly crossing into frustration, he lifted both hands to his head and balled his fists into his hair while groaning out his hurt and anger. “This is my fucking fault.. in so many ways, Drake. She said I let too much time pass, that it convinced her that I should forget about her, and that she didn’t love me. I should have protected her from those goddamn photos and fucking Tariq. I never should have gotten engaged to Madeleine, and I shouldn’t have kept her away.” Liam was huffing his words.

This was difficult for Drake. He’d never seen his best friend so defeated like this. Liam always knew how to maintain his stoicism keeping an air of calm and rationalism. But that was not the man before him now, Liam was completely disheveled with eyes bright red from all his earlier sobbing, he looked completely broken. Drake understood the pain, he knew all too well how easy it was to fall for a girl like Riley, but like he said, their entire gang watched them fall head over heels for each other, and that was what he wanted for both of them.

Drake knew he needed to reel Liam back in, and once he could get the full picture, he’d know how to return Liam to his sharp tactical self. “Ok, ok, ok. I know your feelings are all mixed up, and judging by your overall behavior it looks like you hit the whiskey long before I got here, and I’m sorry, but I need you to get a grip and tell me everything.”

Liam nodded and sucked a breath in recalling everything. How she walked in his room, how he thought he was protecting her, how she said he didn’t want to know who was responsible, how she noticed the missing lock on the door, and how she walked out. Drake felt like he hadn’t blinked once after hearing everything and he could see it seemed these obvious clues hadn’t dawned on Liam. “Li, it sounds like she gave you like a dozen red flags. You didn’t press on any of those strange things she said and did?”

Liam wrinkled his eyebrows in confusion. “I.. all my instinctual strategies were out the window. I couldn’t focus on anything at fucking all except the sound of being dumped. There’s no tactical training on having your heart smashed since this bloody institution snuffs out the idea of love from day one. I feel like my mother was the only exception, and look what happened to her.”

Drake sighed and pinched the top of his nose with closed eyes. He himself was having a hard time comprehending things, he couldn’t imagine Liam’s anguish. “Look. First of all. This is not your fucking fault. There is clearly something large at play here, and you and Brooks seem to be the center. I think... I think Brooks knows something. She’s a smart girl and I think she was leaving you clues.” Liam could feel the gears moving in his mind as Drake went on. “It’s odd that she just walked in through the door.. how would she have just walked through the halls undetected? Weren’t you expecting her on the balcony? Which, by the way... wild expectation, bro. Shouldn’t Romeo be beckoning Juliette on the balcony, not the other way around?” Liam side eyed him hard, yes they’re best friends, but really? Was now the time to bust his balls? Drake couldn’t help himself and continued, “When you told her you wanted to find out who was responsible for the tabloid photos, why did she try to convince you to stop? It would be one thing if she just wanted to end things, but why mention that you wouldn’t want to know who it was? To me, these suggest that she either knows or has an idea who the culprit is. Then, the smoking gun. Another lock-less door and her freely walking out again.”

Liam shot up, determined and clear headed. “You’re right. I won’t play victim to this scheme and I sure as hell won’t let her be one either. Ok. We need to get a hold of Maxwell, either she’ll talk to him, or we can have him check on her without any suspicion.”

“Then I’ll call him so it can’t be immediately traced to you.” Drake pulled out his phone and clicked Maxwell’s name putting the line on speaker.

“Yo, Drakester! What’s up? Hate to break it to you, but the party’s over, you missed it.”

Already annoyed, Drake responded, “Cut the crap, Beaumont. We got a problem, Riley is gone, have you seen her? You need to check her room, but for the love of god, do it quietly.”

“What the hell are you talking about, I just left her, she was on her way to see Liam. Drake, please don’t tell me you’re cock blocking the king.”

Drake and Liam had no time for Maxwell’s carefree antics, they were both on strategy mode. Hearing this, Liam spoke first, “Ok so we know she was always on her way to see me with the intention of actually being with me. Something happened between her leaving Maxwell and her walking into my room.”

Maxwell was completely shocked to hear Liam’s voice on the line and started to panic that what Drake had said might be true, “Liam!? So she’s really gone? Last I saw her was getting her outside, as she was on her way to your balcony..”

She does love me. Was Liam’s immediate thought when Maxwell said she was on her way to his balcony.

As Maxwell recounted his interactions, Drake and Liam ignored any of his inquiries and focused on each other, working out the information they were getting.

“So she had to have been intercepted..” Liam realized. “Someone TOOK her!”

“Guys...” Maxwell was still being ignored on the line

“...And convinced her to say those things to you. Blackmail. It’s the only explanation.” Drake was finishing out the same conclusion Liam was getting to.

“Guys!!” Maxwell screamed and got their attention. “I made it to her room, we’re too late, it’s been ransacked. She’s on the run. What. Happened?”

Drake filled him in with strict instruction to keep this a secret, they would have to investigate quietly to prevent getting caught. He disconnected the call and looked at Liam, “Ok, she’s MIA, which only supports the theory of blackmail. If she was making a voluntary move back home, she would have said goodbye. We just need to find out where she went.”

Liam squared his shoulders and steeled his expression, now knowing he was on a rescue mission, “I’ll find her, I will always find her.”

[thefanficmonster]

Kick Some Ghost Ass

”Until Dawn Gang x Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Swearing, Sex jokes (excuse my bad humor)

Genre: CRACK, Humor

Summary: It’s one thing when trouble finds this gang, but why don’t we take a look at what happens when they go actively looking for trouble. Needless to say, chaos ensues and no one is spared. Some are more affected than others, and some are dead-ass traumatized, but isn’t that just how life is in general?

Requested by my dearest ever - Until Dawn Anon. Hi lovely! I’ve missed writing your requests and I’m really happy to be back, creating another chaotic fic! I’m sorry it has taken me so long to post it but here it finally is - crazy as ever! I hope you enjoy it! Love you to Blackwood Pines and back baby ❤❤❤

I don’t know how I’ve found myself in this situation but I’m not complaining. If I get to do dumb crazy shenanigans with my crew, I’m ready for just about anything. Not to mention I’m no stranger to ghost hunting. I’m that kid that made DIY Ouija boards and took them to cemeteries with their terrified friends. You should’ve seen us leaving after capturing no ghostly activity - my friends relieved as fuck, and me pissed as fuck.

But today, I’m not expecting nor will I be accepting any disappointment. Especially not with Jess swearing on her Chanel purse that she wasn’t making things up when she said she had a haunted house she wanted us to visit. I must say, I appreciate this group’s enthusiasm when it comes to the paranormal. Never have I had someone who catches my vibe on the subject so well, let alone an entire gang all sharing the same opinion as me - that ghosts, demons and poltergeists are so fucking cool. Sure, Emily took a bit of convincing and Jess is not one to give a shit about the other world creatures invisible to the human eye, but something allegedly happened that changed her mind.

Her a-hundred-and-something-year-old great-grandmother passed away recently and though the death itself didn’t shake Jess up as much as it probably should’ve, the events that followed led to this moment right now - the eleven of us pooling out of two minivans that have pulled up to a terrifying looking house in a wooded are of the suburbs. Jess literally gathered us all on an ‘emergency meeting’ in the courtyard of our college just so she could explain the situation in detail - she doesn’t do well with explaining things in general, let alone when she’s hysterical - so we only understood what she was trying to say when she mentioned the word ‘ghost’. That’s when we all started listening more closely, with the exception of Emily, Beth and Sam but the latter two were intrigued despite trying yo hide it. You can only imagine how excited Josh, Chris and I were, Mike and Matt following a close second behind. Ash was a tiny bit more hesitant but Chris convinced her to give in. And just like that, a week later, here we are.

“I gotta ask, did your great-gran own a VHS player? Or a chest in the attic? Bonus points if there’s a creepy, child-sized doll in there.“ Josh asks as he yanks all the equipment he insisted we bring out of the trunk of the minivan.

“Quit fucking around, Josh! This is serious!“ Jess complains from the spot she’s standing in, shivering in the cold autumn breeze.

“Yeah, Josh! VHS players, creepy dolls, that’s all child’s play.“ I scold him as I pull on my jacket, wrapping it around me more tightly, “Shit gets serious when there’s a secret basement.“

“Y/N!“ Jess shrieks in exasperation. Honesty, how am I supposed to NOT bother her when doing the opposite is so much easier and brings more amusement? “You’re not helping!“

“Wasn’t trying to.“ I wink at her, driving her into a new level of fury that almost leads her to chuck her phone at me. If it weren’t such a prized possession of hers, I’m pretty sure she would’ve chucked it with the intention of knocking me dead. I’m lucky she has the aim of a drunk toddler that spun around fifteen times.

“Hey, quit pissing my girlfriend off, will ya?!“ Mike, who is basically halfway inside the trunk of the other van calls out to us.

I roll my eyes but choose to let it slide. However, someone else doesn’t. Emily does a dramatic turn on her heel, turning to face Mike, or at least the only part of him which is visible. You can imagine how hard it is arguing with an ass like THAT. I don’t know how Emily does it but oh well, I guess I do it too, in a way.

“So it’s girlfriend now, huh? No space between the words?“ Oh that smile she’s flashing him, it could make the Devil himself shiver. I find it kinda hot though - it means shit’s about to go down or hit the fan, either way, the rest of us will be entertained.

Mikey boy straightens up, gracing the rest of us by-standers with his dazzling features. Nah, I’m capping. I honestly think Mike is as attractive as I am patient - very little, almost not at all. It’s surprising how him and Jess are now apparently together since I always pegged her to be the superficial type.

“Got a problem with that, Em?“ He asks, eyebrow raising, head tilting to the side. Oh yeah, it’s on now. But, as someone who’s been quite excited to do some ghost hunting, and also as a representative of the peanut gallery formed of the rest of us who find it amusing and annoying, I feel the need to cut it short before it goes where it shouldn’t. I came to see some exorcist shit, not Keeping Up With The Bitter Exs.

“Jess, I sure hope your grandma is a blood-thirsty ghost cause I can think of at least two people I’d serve to her on a silver platter.“ I snatch the keys the blond has been jingling nervously between her fingers and jog up the stairs to the front door.

Ok I maybe overexaggerated the eeriness of the house. It sure wouldn’t sit right with you if you saw it around sunset or at night, especially not if it’s foggy, but a horror movie house it is most certainly isn’t. It’s pristine and well kept, not a single crack in the walls, the only reason it’s unsettling is because: 1) We’ve all seen a few too many horror movies; 2) There’s been reports of ‘ghostly activity’ - as far as Jess is to be trusted.

While I’m surfing through all the keys, checking each and every single one of them on the door because the real key is unmarked, I can’t help but overhear the conversation going on behind me on the porch.

“Can you believe we got all this in a single day and for a discount on top of all?! Whoever says Craigslist sucks isn’t doing it right.“ Chris’ enthusiasm over the deal him and Josh got on the ghost hunting equipment has been what’s keeping a wide grin on his face this whole time. Though I’m proud of my boys for not getting murdered by the Craigslist seller, I must say I hate that I lost the bet we had - I had to pay them each ten bucks if they didn’t get scammed/kidnapped/murdered and I’m now twenty bucks poorer. I’m not saying I value those twenty bucks more than my friends, though my broke ass needs all the bucks it has and all the dollar bills it could get, but Lord knows I hate losing.

“Yeah, and the guy was only mildly sketchy.“ Josh adds just as excitedly and proudly, “To be honest, Cochise and I were probably the scary looking ones in that parking lot.“

A look over my shoulder shows the twins, Sam, Matt and Ash giving the duo skeptical and somewhat disappointing looks and shakes of their heads. I’ll admit, the equipment is in very good condition and it’s the complete set for ghost-hunting, according to BuzzFeed at least. I’m impressed with the purchase - probably had something to do with how scary Chris and Josh actually look. The all-nighters we’ve all been pulling lately have taken a toll on them worst with the dark circles and bags under their hollow eyes, pale faces and brains turned to mush. I know I’d give them a discount to avoid them pulling out meat cleavers on me.

“That’s all fine and dandy guys, but do you know how to work any of this?“ Sam asks, hesitantly lifting the EMF reader and turning it in her hand, analyzing it with a curious gaze. 

Josh and Chris exchange a look before the former replies, “Just the cameras and voice recorder, the rest falls on them.” He points a finger at me and laughs, “Though they aren’t able to work something as simple as keys, they are more than qualified to be a ghostbuster.”

“You know, Josh, jokes on you, I can work keys! Jess, on the other hand, doesn’t seem to be able to work well with organizing things, hence my problem with these keys.“ I hurl the bunch of keys connected my a scarlet keychain at Josh, “Lemme demonstrate my true skills.“ I hop down the flight of stone stairs and approach the pile of equipment the guys have created smack-dab in the middle of the house’s driveway. 

“Oh, I gotta see this!” Mr. Ex-Class-President all but runs over, frowning when we all turn to look at him just as I pick up the spirit box to show off how it works, “Oh that’s what you meant. So you aren’t taking your clothes off?“

Jess and I are alike in one thing - the need we feel to chuck objects at people who piss us off. “You’re girlfriend is, like, right behind you, Munroe. Have some decency!”

“I was gonna enjoy a show as well, but I’m guessing we won’t be getting one.“ The girlfriend in question replies, looking at me quizzically as though that’s gonna convince me into discarding my outfit.

“No, unless you’re a ghost.“ I point the device I’m holding at Mike, “But if your boyfriend here keeps acting up I might turn him into one.“

“That sounds kinda kinky.“ Beth’s comment surprises me. The wink she sends me even more so. “And I kinda like it.“

Ok, ok, ok, hold on. 

Flirting with Munroe is one thing, but Beth is a completely different story. I can be threatening Mike with a knife one moment and cracking sex jokes with him over cold beer the next. While Beth actually has the ability to get me flustered and blushing, and my close relationship with her brother doesn’t help. Mother fucker can just whack me upside the head every time he catches me fussing over my silly crush on his sister.

“Ew, you too! Keep it in your pants or at least get a room.“ Emily doesn’t miss a beat when it comes to being herself. She’s truly a garbage bin full of treasure.

“We’d do the latter if SOMEONE could get the door open.” I glare daggers at Josh who is making hopeless attempts at what I was doing earlier - unlocking that damn door.

“I’d be more than happy to come through for you ladies.“ Mike says, getting in a stance of a runner before a race, his body directly opposite the door.

Oh I can’t wait to see where this is going. I SHOULD RECORD IT.

“Mike, it’s still breaking and entering and it’s still against the law even if the person’s dead.“ Sam points out, entering her mother-like mode, ruining the fun and causing me to pout at her. She gives me a look of disappointment - one worse than I’ve ever seen on my parents - so I just shut my trap before she can also express said disappointment through words and have me feeling guilty for the rest of the day.

A loud crash suddenly echoes causing us to turn our heads to look for the source of the terrifyingly startling sound. One glance is all it takes to put our minds at ease and a second one is enough to provoke different reactions in all of us - the broken window telling the story of where Josh has disappeared.

“What did I just say about breaking and entering?!“ Sam shouts after him while the vast majority of us are cracking up like hyaenas. Jess is just gaping at the broken window next to the front door in disbelief. She obviously can’t decide whether to join in on the fun or serve as back-up to Sam. Josh did technically damage private property that’s partially hers, but if you ask me it serves her right for not marking her keys.

“Sorry, I was too busy breaking the window to hear that part of the conversation!“ Josh’s apologetic smile appears on the other side of glassless frame. I can’t tell if he’s genuinely sorry or holding back laughter but either way, he looks innocent enough for Sam to let him off the hook as long as he doesn’t cause any more trouble - in which case: tough luck. Chris, Josh and I are nothing if not troublemakers, especially when we’re together. Chris tones it down when Ash’s around, and the same goes for Josh with Sam while I’m simply problematic regardless of who’s watching. My chaos is untamable, it’s a blessing and a curse and I love it, even though it’s landed me in hot water more than once. It’s nice to be around people on the same wavelength - chaos resides within this group and not a single one of us can hide it.

“At least we have a way in now.“ Ash offers Josh a helping hand in this argument after she recovers from the overwhelming fit of laughter. “I hope the broken window doesn’t anger your gran, Jess.“

The blond snaps out of her trance briefly, “No, she was a very sweet lady, but damn is Josh creative!” She hurries to correct herself, “Destructively creative.”

I hurry to correct her once again, “Chaotically creative.”

“Guys, do you mind coming in? It’s very creepy standing here alone!“ Josh calls out to us, looking over his shoulder at the interior of the house, “I’m expecting to be snatched and dragged to that secret basement we mentioned.“

“Mention it one more time and I swear to God-!“ Jess screams, fists tightened.

Before her angry wrath could crash atop us, we all make our way into the house through the broken window, carefully avoiding the shards of glass strewn about. One step inside and we’re met with the upmost of horror clichés - a drop in temperature. We’re all wearing thick hoodies because the weather outside is chilly in and of itself, but said hoodies aren’t as efficient at holding the house’s cold at bay and away from out skin.

Chris and Matt make their way in last, carrying the equipment consisting of three cameras, flashlights for everyone, an EMF reader, a spirit voice box, a voice recorder and a motion detector. I help them hand a light to each group member as well as a ghost-hunting device before we venture onward.

“If I were your grandma’s ghost, I’d be ten times more pissed about that window. It looks to me like that lady payed a lot of attention to keeping things in order.“ Matt comments while he examines the expensive looking painting hanging in the hallway.

I hear Emily scoff, “Unlike some.” but the remark is said so quickly and quietly I’m pretty sure I’m the only one who heard it.

Jess laughs, “She did like things in order, but she was never as strict as you might think. As I said, she was very sweet.“

“So do you just not take after her at all or were you adopted?“ Emily’s remarks are no longer a mumbled jumble of words, “No, nevermind, of course you’re not adopted. Your parents are smart people, they wouldn’t have chosen you if they had the chance.“

Jess laughs again, much more menacingly this time, causing me to exchange a look with Hannah who’s walking beside me. “Twenty bucks says one of them isn’t making it out of here.” It’s just a matter of time, to be honest. If not the lodge, or any party we’ve ever attended as a group, this haunted house is the perfect opportunity for a murder. We could even argue it was a ghost.

Luckily, the two cats clawing at each other’s throats don’t overhear, “No, my parents aren’t stupid, but your boyfriend clearly is. He chooses to date you! Or are you holding him captive or something.“

Ok that’s enough. I can tolerate a lot of things, but people calling one of my best friends stupid is not something I’m about to put up with, “How dare you call one of my hoes stupid?” I sneer at Jess, eyes narrowing.

“I thought I was your hoe too!“ She fights back, looking almost offended.

“Even more reason you shouldn’t have called him that! I don’t tolerate my hoes not respecting each other.“ 

I don’t get to see where this argument goes because Ashley’s shriek echoes throughout the hallway, stealing mine as well as the attention of everyone else. 

“There’s a ghost in here!“ Making it to the doorway of the room she’s in first, I peak my head inside and see the EMF reader she’s holding going nuts as if it’s detected something.

“Don’t worry, Ash, there’s a dead cactus here. That’s not the ghost we’re looking for, is it?“ Chris, my amazingly bright friend says, quirking an eyebrow suggesting that remark was nothing short of dead-ass serious.

“Chris, darling, that’s not how it works. Cactuses are plants.“ I point out as sweetly as I can as to mask my laughter.

“Don’t the same ghostly rules apply?“ The genuine look of confusion he gives me almost makes me lose it.

“Ok children, leave the room, we need to set up a motion detector to be sure.“ Beth says with a tone that suggests she’s more than over our insanity. Jeez, count on her and Sam to start parenting us through our chaos. They are of high authority, must admit - one genuinely feels bad if they don’t comply to whatever these two girls demand.

We all pile out in the hallway while the twins set up this interesting motion detector with green dots. I don’t know what Jess’ granny looked like, but I bet that even the most unattractive of people would look hella good with this lighting. Thankfully the room is dark enough with the shutters closed and the curtains drawn, allowing the dots to be perfectly visible.

We stare at the minimalistic room littered with fluorescent green dots on every surface for maybe a minute or two but not much happens to the disappointment to some and relief to others. However, as if not wanting to let us down, the ghost makes a shy appearance if the shift of the green dots is anything to go by.

“Oh shit, is that a ghost?“ Chris whispers, sounding as amazed as I feel in this moment.

“It better be.“ I mutter in response, refusing to blink and risk missing anything important.

The sudden presence of the obnoxious noise of the spirit voice box makes us all jump. As I turn my head to glare at whoever’s using it, Josh speaks up. “Are you an attractive ghost?”

“Josh, that’s my great-grandmother, you ass!“ Jess barks with disgust in her voice.

In the meantime, I catch glimpse of Mike rolling up his sleeves. Oh shit, this ain’t good.

“I’ve been waiting for this!“ He shouts victoriously, cracking his knuckles.

Knowing this won’t end well, the first thing I do is snatch the camera from Chris’ hands and turn it on.

“Um, Mike, what do you mean?“ Sam’s back to being concerned, turning to the rest of us when Mike doesn’t give her a response, “What’s he gonna do?“

“Fight it.“ I answer as though it’s the most normal thing to ever have been done, “Or, ash he calls it - kick some ghost ass.“

“A freaking ghost?! He’s gonna try to tussle with something he can’t see?“ I can’t tell if Matt’s tone is disbelief, amusement or disappointment, but I believe he isn’t about to try and stop or dear ex-president in his pursuit and that’s all that matters. I ain’t about to let someone stop whatever’s about to go down from going down.

“That’s still my great-grandmother, you dumbass!“ Jess shrieks with something alike terror.

“Don’t worry Jess, I’m sure she’ll go easy on him.“ I say in an attempt to reassure her but I can’t even be bothered really, I’m too laser-focused on the circus that’s about to take place in front of me.

Mike, as if encouraged by my words, charges into the room. Much to his dismay, before he could even reach the ghost, he’s met with a much more vigorous enemy - the carpet. The rascal trips him up and Mr. Munroe falls flat on his face.

The group stays silent, looking at the glorious aftermath of the glorious fall. Told ya these lights could make everything fabulous. Must say, it’s truly an honor for me to have been able to catch all that on tape.

“10/10, would ghost-hunt with Mikey Munroe again.“

[vixenpen]

Caged Hearts

((Hawks x Miku(OC))

Chap. 28 The Price You Pay

(Ok first of all, I want to thank y’all for sticking with me through this hot ass MESS of a fic between Keigo x Miku. I can’t believe how many people actually really loved Miku and enjoyed their story. The next 2 chaps will be the Last and then we’ll be moving on to another love story between our favorite avians. Until then, I appreciate and love y’all so much for the support you’ve shown me as I wrote this. Love you guys)

Keigo cleared the narrow hallway in seconds, and still the flames pierced through his coat.

Fuck!

“I missed this, Tweety,” Dabi laughed. “The way we used to play.”

The entire corridor boiled with heat so intense it made Keigo dizzy. He wanted to take off his jacket, but he couldn’t afford to let down his guard with the manic turquoise eyes of his ex lover piercing him.

His feathers assessed the situation, and it wasn’t great.

Not many ways out.

Dammit!

He didn’t know where the hallway behind Dabi lead to—not that he would take that chance anyway.

There was a door on his end of the hall that lead to a stairwell beside an elevator. Konan and Miku had taken the stairs while Dabi had been distracted, but the man certainly wouldn’t let Keigo get that far.

Another blast of fire came his way.

Keigo pressed against the side of the walls to dodge it.

“Know what I regret most, Keigo?”

The avian narrowed his eyes as the smoke cleared and blue flames danced around the edges of his vision. His lungs burned. He suppressed a cough.

Gotta at least try to escape...

Keigo flew for the doorway as fast as he could, detaching a few feathers ahead of him.

The large, dimly lit stairwell spiralled up several floors. Keigo’s counted at least five.

“I regret that I didn’t get to have more fun with your little girlfriend. Her voice is beautiful. I would have loved to hear her scream more.”

The raspy, taunting voice echoed behind him.

We’re on the Fourth floor from the bottom.

Keigo deducted. He flew upwards and heard the heavy thumping of Dabi’s boot clad feet stomping up the stairs after him.

“Shes expressive like you. High pitched little moans and screams and her wings flutter when she struggles.” Dabi continued.

Ignore him. He’s just trying to get under your skin. He always talks too much when he needs to recover.

Keigo concentrated on keeping his breath even.

“She’s a screamer isn’t she? Cries if you’re too rough, but it’s cute. Bet the two of you break the sound barrier in bed.”

Keigo felt a sudden and overwhelming urge to rip out his feather blade and slice through Dabi’s tracheae, but he wouldn’t waste his ammo that way.

He sensed the heat coming his way before he even felt it. Keigo expanded his wings, flying higher through the echoing stairwell.

“What’s the matter, Birdie?! Don’t feel like talking?”

The thudding of Dabi’s boots disappeared.

Not good.

Keigo thought.

Not good at all...

When he turned around he understood why.

Dabi was using Endeavor’s hovering move to keep himself in the air and he was eye level with Keigo, hands braced for an attack.

Fwoosh!

Flames shot at him, so fast the man barely had time to dive out of the way.

“Come on, kid!” Dabi laughed. “Let’s talk about us. Let’s talk about what happened. How you sold me out.”

It was much darker and cooler on the bottom floors of the stairwell. Shit! He needed to get back in the air...

But Dabi left him no choice. His flames pummeled Keigo back down, licking at the man’s feathers. Searing them. A short, sharp scream rose from Keigo’s throat. The fire felt as if it had settled into the edges of his mind.

“How you told me you loved me, and wanted to tear down hero society with the rest of us. When you betrayed dear old dad to the public, I actually finally started to believe you.”

Dabi landed on the first floor in front of him.

Boots hitting the concrete with a thud.

Keigo squared up, bracing himself for an attack.

“But you lied, Keigo,” the man rasped. “You lied and you let me down. Poor, Angel, you’ll do the same to her soon, won’t you?”

It was the first time Keigo had really gotten a good look at his ex in long time-not counting their rooftop encounter. Dabi’s handsome, patchwork face was haggard in the places where his normal flesh was still intact, and blood trickled from the dirty staples in his face. Red trails of blood snaked from his eyes like tears and dripped from his jawline.

He sounded rough too. His voice had always been scratchy thanks to the side effects of his quirk and his chain smoking, but now? There was barely a trace of the old Dabi left in his tone.

Keigo gathered himself together as Dabi stepped closer to him and spoke.

“You look like shit.”

A flaming fist came his way, Keigo ducked, grabbing the forearm and flipping Dabi easily to the ground. He weighed nothing anymore. He had never been a big guy to begin with, but jeez.

Dabi sneered, unleashing a dry, humorless chuckle.

“This is your handy work, Tweetie.” The man replied, slowly climbing back to his feet.

He had gotten better as a fighter. Or better at taking hits. Keigo wasn’t sure which.

“What did you think would happen?” Dabi continued as Keigo withdrew a feather blade, and swiped at his stomach. “You got the closest thing I had to a family killed or imprisoned, you left me alive to run. Living with this face as a fugitive of the law.”

Keigo’s stomach clenched. Dammit. No! He couldn’t let Dabi get to him.

Keigo stretched his wings, shooting to the air as Fire engulfed the darkened stairwell in neon blue light. The heat carried him higher, but fuck did it burn.

“You know what your problem is, Keigo?!” Dabi screamed. “Aside from being a liar? You’re a coward.”

Focus on a plan. The avian thought, tightening his grip on his feather blade.

He landed on the fifth story, hiding on the steps. Keigo quieted his breathing and listened. Waiting for Dabi to follow. To strike. To do anything.

“You can’t commit to anything but your duty. You’re so committed to your hero work, that you can never have anything of your own. Love, freedom, money—nothing. Jin may have been a nut case, but he had more autonomy and freedom over his life than you’ve ever had. I’m a screw up, but I live life on my own terms. You? Have you ever chosen yourself, Hawks?”

Keigo froze, grip becoming unbearably tight around his blade.

Don’t freeze! Attack!

“If it came down to it,” Dabi continued, you would compromise Miku for the sake of Japan too, wouldn’t you? Even your precious Angel wouldn’t be good enough.”

Everything happened in a flash of motion.

The blade slipped from Keigo’s hand.

He launched himself from the stairwell in the direction of Dabi’s voice.

The rush of his ex’s flames met his ears as Dabi used his fire to launch himself into the air.

The men were face to face mid-air.

Sweat dripped in Keigo’s eyes, yet and still his glare and bared teeth were focused on Dabi’s twisted grin. The fire wielder snatched Keigo into a tight hug.

Fuck!

The man’s body was boiling hot. It was unbearable even through the hero’s well insulated clothes.

Dabi’s arms locked around him in a vice grip, fire still emitting from his feet to keep them in the air. His burning hands grabbed on to Keigo’s wings and squeezed.

It burned. Fuck—it burned deep in the man’s feathers. It ignited in his head. Made his thoughts foggy.

The villain began to heat up like a furnace, his body heat climbing steadily. Keigo knew this level of heat was too much for Dabi’s body. He was going to take them both out. The man was on a suicide mission.

Textured lips pressed against Keigo’s ear as Dabi taunted: “If you had committed to what you started two years ago and killed me, you wouldn’t be about to die now.”

A humorless huff escaped the avian. His eyes shut against the pain in his head and radiating through his wings.

“You’re right,” a sharp pain stabbed through him.

“Gahh!”

He felt Dabi’s grip go slack just enough for the avian to push him away.

Dabi’s eyes were wide with shock.

And suddenly everything screeched to a stop.

Keigo’s long, crimson feather was pierced through the man’s gut. Dabi’s ripped undershirt was stained with the blood of his wound and spreading fast.

He gawked at the avian, the flames on the soles of his feet petering out as the life drained slowly from his body.

Keigo’s head pounded, his canines were sharp and bared in a nasty, open mouthed sneer. Something primal swam in his head. Urged him to do his worse to the villain. And with a quick, nasty thought, the avian hero twisted the blade in Dabi’s gut, slicing through his organs.

Dabi coughed out blood; The light in his turquoise eyes fading as his life slipped away right before Keigo.

Finally, a dead Dabi fell, and it felt as if it were happening in slow motion.

Keigo’s breaths rocked through him as he watched Dabi’s lifeless body slam into the cold, concrete floor at the bottom of the stairwell with a nasty, wet crack; body twisting in an awkward position.

Keigo swallowed the bile in his throat as his golden eyes fixated on the sight.

“I’ll never make that mistake again.”

[herefortheships]

Ok guys. I have something personal to ask you, because I can’t count on my family to help me. More under the cut. But please, please, please if you can help me I will appreciate it SO much. I’m just asking for advice on what to include and how personal to get in this e-mail I need to write to my University’s Dean of Academic Affairs. 

Yesterday I found out I have been suspended from University because I didn’t meet credit expectations during this past year. I was extremely depressed because, after I had c*vid and a crohn’s disease complication in November 2020, I had this foggy mind after the hospital I can’t even explain it to you properly but the point is that, in this whole mess that my mind was in, I made the random decision to change from the Music program to the Biology program, in which I had been many years ago and had struggled a LOT because it’s just not my thing, you know? I might have been a science kid in school, but above all, I was always a music human. And I was FINALLY living in my truth being a music student after SO MANY struggles in my life, in 2019-2020, but then I had the c*vid thing in November, and my reaction to the whole traumatic experience was changing back to Biology?? And I had to live with the consequences of decisions I took when my mind wasn’t okay at all, and my parents never stopped me because they were happy I was changing majors and leaving music because they disapprove of my studying music. 

Is like after the hospital I had a strange INSANITY. Ok. And my family never even noticed. All I wanted was to do “something of value” that my parents could be proud of and that I could make enough money to live on my own and travel etc. And for some reason I thought I was never going to achieve it if I stayed in music because I would never find a job (when there are many options for music graduates! There are! The thing about music majors ending up nowhere is a lie, ok. There are options.)

Anyway, my mind has cleared up now and I went yesterday to make the change back to Music, explained that it was a mistake to change to Biology, and the head of the Music Department was SO KIND and accommodating and understanding with me, he was so helpful. He even accompanied me HIMSELF to create my class schedule for January and recommended me to the best voice teacher in the Music Department (I almost cried right there, ok. I had never been treated so kindly!! And he recommended me to take classes with THE voice teacher of this University! I was registered on her January schedule right there!! Hello?!!!) 

But then when I had already paid the money I had to pay for the change in programs, and was about to register my classes for January officially, I was told by the person at the counter I had been suspended due to my poor performance in the Biology major the previous terms. 

It took a fuckton of self-control not to BURST OUT CRYING right in front of her face. I just. That was so incredibly painful. I sobbed like a baby in the car. I was told by this person I could write a letter fo the Dean of Affairs if I wanted to study in January, and that she was there at her office right now if I wanted to go see her, but I was shaking about to explode in tears in that moment, so I didn’t go see her. I couldn’t. I was fucking DEVASTATED. I just went to my car where I could cry my heart and soul out. 

So what I mean to ask you is, I’ve written a letter to the Dean of Academic Affairs today as I was instructed to do, and in it I explained the whole situation with the C*VID and the Crohn’s, this traumatic experience being part of what made me change back to biology so out of nowhere and struggle so much this past couple of terms which resulted in my suspension. But I also talked about my issues in the past, and struggles with my parents being against my studying music which is what led to me picking several other majors throughout the years and going back and forward between Biology and Music and even Engineering since I entered college in, wait for it, 2006. Ugh. There were dinosaurs around when I entered college. It’s been that long. lmao. 

Anyway, joke aside. I don’t know if I’m making sense, but:

tl;dr: I just want to know if I’m adding too much personal info in that letter by talking about my past struggles with my parents and my health and all that, or if that’s ok. I would literally post the letter here for you to read, but it’s in Spanish. I don’t know how many Spanish speakers I have following me here. Anyway, I’m just... needing advice and finding I have no one to ask for it. So here I am. Is that too much info in that e-mail? The key things I had to include are “The reason why I struggled and ended up suspended, and what I plan to do about it”. That’s what I was told I have to include. What I plan to do about it is to return to the Music program as a Voice major. I also included I plan to see a therapist (I truly am looking for one who will accept my insurance; it’s kinda hard to find a good therapist around my area). 

Anyway yesterday was one of the WORST most painful feelings in my life and I couldn’t even express myself about it. I had to cry in my car alone and drive around until my face wasn’t red and puffy anymore. I went and got a Frappuccino at Starbucks to justify what took so long to get back home. That’s when I realize, I have a loving family, sure, but they do not love me unconditionally. That’s when I realize, I’m really alone in life. I literally am writing a post on Tumblr to ask for advice because I can’t really ask for it at home; the one person who still helped me out with my crap was my little sister and she is too tired of my shit now to even stop and listen to anything I have to say anymore, and frankly, I don’t blame her because I am a mess of a human being. So. Yes.