#HER YELPING AND WHINING? SEND ME TO THE GRAVE

[xeniums]

every line of this post minus the last paragraph hurt me inside

Logan waking up from a nightmare with Mary Puppins impaled on his claws for once instead of Wade and instantly having to drop the “I hate this rat dog” act because they don’t actually know if Dogpool regenerates or not

(She does) (Logan still fucking cries like a baby and holds her while she slobbers all over him)

[rookiesbookies]

Alright you sexy hoes that read my writing. I start a demon AU at some point last year and I never really touched on it again. I started it bc of an ask, it’s on my au list which is linked on my masterlist and it’s pinned on my profile. I had a friend who read a BL comic called ‘Dear Door’ so fuck it, i’m using that as a basis for this AU. Totally shifting from the og piece from the AU basically.

I thought I’d be a mean little writer and give you Ghost tho… because why the fuck not.

So here’s some Demon!Ghost x Fem!Reader

A reaper. Of all the things she chose to summon, she chose a reaper.

The problem with summoning demons- what the grimoires don’t tell you, is you don’t sell your soul for a deal. You give up your body and bind yourself to the demon you summon.

She felt the searing onto her skin, forcing her to kneel in front of the summoning circle. Summoning circles were only one-way doors. They brought the demons to this plane of existence, it could not send them back.

A mark burned on her mid thigh just under her sundress. It made tears prick her eyes.

The man- demon before her stared down at her with angry brown eyes behind a skull mask. He was tall, taller than she expected, and bulky. Most importantly he was silent. 

She tried to gather herself and breathe as she spoke. “My mother, please do not take her. Do not let them!”

He uncrossed one of his arms. He bent down to one knee and harshly grabbed her thigh. “You have no idea what you’ve done to yourself, have you?” He growled in a British accent harshly. Like a wolf gritting his fangs at her, his voice was deep and gravely, like he left his vocal cords unoften used.

He examined the mark, a fresh door sigil. He hadn’t had a door in centuries. Reapers were the least summoned of all demons.

“My mother, she-!”

“Shut up about your mother, door.” he growled.

There was a silence between them.

“What did you call me?” She whispered.

“A Door.” He spat. He shoved her leg away and grunted, standing up straight. “Get up.”

“What- what’s a door?” She said quietly, scrambling to her feet. 

“Where is this woman,” he grunted, ignoring her.

She scurried ahead of him and led him to where her mother lay sick in the bed. 

“She’s fine,” he grumbled. 

“What,” she whispered.

“Your mother is fine.” “The doctors said-”

“The doctors must’ve been dramatic then,” he said, raising his voice slightly. “She’ll live.”

“Then I summoned you for no reason,” she breathed out.

The reaper nodded. He pulled a cigarette seemingly from nowhere and lit it with his finger tip. He blew the smoke in her face which made her cough. “And now you’re stuck on my way home,” he said lowly.

He grabbed the back of her sundress, took her from the room before he threw her onto a couch. 

“I’m going to send myself back and you’re not going to complain,” he said quietly, parting her legs. He pulled off a doily from the dinner table not far from his reach and shoved it in her mouth. “Just be quiet and don’t fight it.”

She raised a brow and sat up, pulling the doily from her mouth, “what-”

“Do you want me to spell it out? Do you want some sort of princess treatment for your mistake?” he spat out, surprising her, his hand gripping her chin. “You gave your body up when you summoned me, how I need to use it to get back. You made yourself my gate between here and Hell. Sit on your hands and take it like a good door.”

Her eyes widened, “o-ok.”

He shoved the doily back in her mouth, a single finger twisting in the gusset of her panties before pulling them down her leg. He grumbled about woman anatomy under his breath. 

She yelped quietly when one of his cold fingers slipped in. He twisted it around like he was looking for something which made her squirm. His other hand planted on her chest and pressed her into the couch.

“Stop moving,” he barked. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be.”

His finger pressed on the roof of her cave and she let out a whine.

“There it is,” he grunted, thumb pressing against her clit while his middle finger joined his pointer. He held her still and the pads of his fingers rubbed circles on the gummy spot of her insides.

She just laid her head back as her legs twitched slightly, she whimpered into the doily when his thumb rubbed opposing circles on her clit. He shoved her legs open wider with his elbow. 

“Focus,” he growled, fingers picking up their pace as the mark on her thigh began to glow. The pads of his fingers pressed up a small bit more, adding more pressure to her insides and she let out a choked whine in the doily as the mark glowed bright and she clenched around his hand. 

“Next time, only summon me for a real issue,” he spat.

When she looked around he was gone, like he had never been there. The mark on her thigh stung a small bit and she was slippery between her legs, hidden under her sundress. Her panties were on the floor next to her as she panted.

“What the fuck,” she said breathlessly, adjusting so she was more comfortable on the couch. Breathing deeply as she tried to stabilize herself. She decided she was going to nap here for a moment.

It wasn’t until days later when she was thinking over it, trying to get herself off that she realized she could get herself off like that. Her fingers didn’t reach as far and all she could think about was how it just felt like she was fingering someone and not getting fingered. It made her frustrated and agitated.

The next time she summoned him she had been at work in a small storage closet.

“This better be a real-”

She shushed him. 

“My ex has lost his mind,” she whispered, pleading. 

“Fine,” he opened the door and walked out, she followed in toe. His steps were heavy against the laminate floor.

When Ghost saw the man coming at him, yelling and cussing at the woman behind him, Ghost grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the side, getting the woman in her car without a word. He climbed in the passenger seat for the ride back to her house.

When they returned he practically drug her in by her collar. 

“Ghost-”

“Simon,” he corrected flatly.

“What?”

“Simon was my name when I was human,” he spat as she fidgeted with the lock on her door. The anticipation of having his fingers on her was driving her wild.

When he got her cracked open against his hand again, he began to grow frustrated.

“Why is nothing happening,” he growled as she clenched around his hand. The sigil was glowing, but the door wasn’t opening. 

“I’m not,” she gasped out, “I can’t-”

“What do you mean you can’t?” He growled, one hand holding her knees open and the other massaging her sensitive parts as she was sprawled on the bed under him. Her pants and panties discarded on the floor to the side while her shirt and bra stayed on. 

She just whimpered in response as he removed his damp hand. The sigil faded back to it’s dark color and he pulled her to the edge of the bed. 

“So used to fucking yourself on your fingers, suppose it’s not enough now,” he growled. He put her hands so her fingers wrapped around the headboard before he shoved a doily in her mouth again, “hold it, and stay.”

She groaned frustratedly and flopped her head back on the pillow. The doily was her mother’s and it tasted like dust. 

He put one of his knees up on the bed and unbuckled his belt, pulling himself from his pants. “Now you’re going to be real good and be quiet. I have a meeting with Price to get to,” he growled and she nodded with closed eyes. 

She whimpered quietly into the doily when he rubbed his tip back and forth, gathering some wetness so it wasn’t too harsh. What she wasn’t expecting to hear was him spitting on it.

If there wasn’t a doily in her mouth, she’d tell him there’s lube in the bedside table. 

Her mouth was drooling when she felt the soft stretch off him sliding in. He put her left leg, which was practically hanging off the bed, over his shoulder and she moaned as he did small thrusts, inching in until he was to the hilt. 

“Stop clenching,” he spat as he moved into her, “it’ll just make it more uncomfortable.”

Her whine was muffled by the lace in her mouth and her hands white knuckled the headboard. Her eyes wouldn’t focus as she tried to adjust. 

He did a test rock and her eyes snapped open before falling back half lidded. His fingers found their way down to her clit and he flicked it gently, making her whimper, before rubbing on it. He pushed up on it so he had access to more of the nerve endings as the pad of his thumb rubbed it. His fingers resting over her pelvis. 

He started thrusting, low ruts that rubbed his tip back and forth inside against her gummy spot.

“Just needed to be filled, didn’t you,” he spat in a degrading tone, “don’t get much use, do you?”

She whimpered at his words. After a moment the sigil was glowing brighter, he didn’t change his pace as she started to flutter around him.

She tried to pathetically grind her hips against his and his hand pushed her abdomen down, putting pressure on her walls and making her moan into the doily. 

“You’ll take what I gave you,” he whispered harshly into her ear, hand still pressing her abdomen down, her walls clenching as she got closer.

Just as she hit her peak he disappeared and she groaned uncomfortably, angrily pulling the doily from her mouth with a growl. 

Of course he’d leave just as she got off and leave the orgasm unsatisfying. Did he not feel pleasure? Did he not understand how terrible that was? For all she knew he got off on it. Getting her barely over the edge then leaving was almost as bad as not touching her at all.

Of course.

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Defiance & Desire

18+ wolfstar drabble

James and Sirius sit cross legged on the floor of their dormitory, quill and parchment between them, and lolly wrappers scattered around. 

Sirius taps his chin, listening as James reads out everything on the list so far; all things that would absolutely piss his mother off and have her rolling into an early grave if she ever found out about them. 

There are a lot of things on this list so far. 

“How about… mooning the crowd at the next quidditch match?” Sirius suggests. 

James bursts out laughing, “Merlin, Sirius. That will have Dumbledore rolling into an early grave.” 

“Good.” Sirius grinned. 

“What would Minnie say?” 

“Erm, probably… detention for the rest of my life.” He chuckled, “Oh, Minnie…. Love her.” 

James cracked a bright smile and wrote it down. 

“What else?” Sirius hummed, “I need as many as possible. It betters the chances of them getting back to her.”

“Erm…” James thought for a moment, fixing his glasses, “You could… oh, shag a muggle born… or like, a halfblood or something?” 

Sirius nodded, “Yeah, that’s good… I mean, I’ve done it, but I suppose I could do it a few more times.” 

“Oh, yeah…” James grumbled, forgetting about Sirius’ history with girls, “Ooh, you could shag a bloke. That would really send her.” 

Sirius’ eyes widened, “A bloke?” 

James nodded, “Yeah, like, ya know…” He shrugged, “I’d offer but I’m a happily committed man, Sirius.”

“Hmm.” Sirius bit his lip, thinking about it for a moment, “Add it to the list, I’ll consider it.”

James grinned and hurried to scribble it down, “Shagging… a criminal would work too… that also goes under the category of becoming a criminal. Because, you know, conspiring with them and all that.”

“Ooh, yeah, I’d shag a criminal.” 

“Or like… a creature or something.”

“I’m not shagging an animal, James.” 

James laughed, “No! Like… like a vampire or something, you know? Or a werewolf.” 

“Oh, yeah.” Sirius nodded, “That could be cool.”

“Yeah… hot, right?” 

Sirius shrugged, “Erm, I suppose. I like the muggle vampire romance books, so…”

James sighed and wrote it down, “Oh, look at that.” He hummed to himself, his tone a little playful, a little curious, “A halfblood, criminal… a creature, a bloke…” He chuckled, “You could just shag Moony.” 

“Moony?” Sirius asked, looking down at the parchment. 

James shrugged, “You’d be killing like, four birds with one stone. Your mother would be beside herself.” He laughed, “Ah, I’m just playing fun, Sirius. Obviously you’re not gonna go shag Moony. It’s not like you’re both gay or anything.” 

Sirius nodded his head, “Yeah, it would be funny though.” 

“Yeah.” James sighed, looking back at the parchment, “Ooh! Let the girls do your makeup and go have dinner in the Great Hall in a dress.” 

Sirius gasped, “Oh, James, you’re brilliant!” 

☆ ★ ☆

Sirius swings lazily on his chair, one leg propped up on his bedside table and the other just his toes touching the ground. His hair is tied back all messily, and he’s got his tie loose around his neck and a few buttons on his shirt undone. He’s humming to himself, watching the record spin and spin and spin on the table until it comes to a scratchy stop. 

With an effortless swish of his wand, the record lifts itself up and slots itself away into the Ziggy Stardust sleeve on the shelf. And then he groans, throwing his head back and exposing his long pale neck. 

Remus is going insane. 

“I’m so bored.” He whines, “Why’d she have to make my detention so late?”

“To further punish you, I suppose.” James shrugged. 

“You know, you should be thanking me. If I didn’t take the fall for you, Prongsie Boy, you’d be the bored one right now.” 

“And I’ll forever be greatful for it, shnookums.” James laughs, bouncing over to kiss Sirius sloppily on his forehead. 

Sirius yelps and nearly falls out of his chair, swatting James away, “You’re disgusting.”

“No, you are.” James says, tapping Sirius on the end of his nose like a sappy couple would, going back and forth about who’s cuter. 

Sirius rolls his eyes and smiles anyway. 

“I’ll see ya later.” James calls, “Gotta go do my rounds with Lily.” 

“Bye.” Sirius waves, and goes back to his chair swinging. 

Remus barely mutters his goodbye as he watches, and James laughs to himself as he leaves. 

It’s just them two now. Alone. In their dorm. James out for the next few hours, Peter no doubt distractedly talking with the girls for hours on end. Remus should go down and join them, he said he would, but… well, right now he’d rather watch Sirius swing on his chair. 

Besides, Sirius has to leave for his detention soon, so he can join them later. 

Sirius huffs and a shiny strand of hair flies up out of his face. It slowly settles back down, and then Sirius blows it back up into the air again. He does this a few more times, until it falls off the side of his face and out of reach, and Remus watches, entranced the whole time. 

“Moonshine?” Sirius asks, eyes squinting as he looks out the window. He’s tracking a bird as it loops around the sky. 

“Yes?” Remus squeaks out, then clears his throat and deepens his voice, “Uh, I mean, yes?” 

Sirius shrugs, “Would you ever be interested in shagging?” 

Remus feels his cheeks go red, “What?”

“Shagging?” Sirius asks, turning to look at Remus, and it’s mortifying, “Like, sex… fucking… you know?”

“Ah… yes?” Remus nods, “Yes, I’d be… I mean, who isn’t interested in sex?” He laughs nervously.

“Erm… me, I suppose.” Sirius sighs, looking back up at the roof, “I mean, I do it a lot I suppose- or, well, not that much. But, you know, more than you or Pete and the girls and stuff.”

“Right.” Remus nods.

“But I mean, it’s not that great. You know, if I never shagged again, I wouldn’t care.” 

“Really?” He asks, curious. 

“Yeah, I mean, sure, girls are gorgeous and all but… eh, you know?” 

Remus swallows, “Eh?”

“Yeah.” He shrugs, “It’s just… slimey down there. And like… I don’t understand the whole boob thing. I guess… I ‘spose it’s not really normal, so I just ignore it. But I don’t go out of my way to shag a girl unless she asks, you know?” 

“Sure…” Remus says, because he very much knows- or, well, not really. He knows he wouldn’t shag a girl no matter what, because he doesn’t like girls. So he gets that, but he doesn’t really understand if Sirius is implying the same circumstance or not. 

“Have you ever shagged anyone, Remus?” 

“No.” He swallows, “Never.”

“Oh…” Sirius nods, “But you want to?”

“Yes.” Remus nods back. 

Sirius seems to think about this for a moment, humming to himself in quiet contemplation, and Remus just watches. He has no idea what he’s feeling right now, other than downright confused and so fucking intrigued. 

“Would you ever shag me?” 

Remus chokes. He starts coughing and spluttering, cheeks red and eyes wide, “Sorry?” 

Sirius shrugs, “Sorry.” He laughs, “Didn’t mean to catch you off guard like that. But would you ever shag me?” 

“I… I mean…” Remus rubs his forehead, “I’m… I don’t…”

“Just, you know how James and I are finding things to piss my mother off?” 

“Yeah…?” 

“Well, we thought it would be good if I shagged a bloke, and a creature… a criminal, and like… a halfblood.” Sirius smiled, “You’re an unregistered half blood werewolf with a cock, so-“

“Bloody hell, Sirius.” Remus looks at him, absolutely gobsmacked. Lily will go crazy when he tells her about this conversation. “I mean… what?” 

Sirius shrugged, “I mean, it’s not like I’m gay or anything. I just know it would piss her off.”

Well, that’s disappointing. 

“So yeah, do you wanna shag?”

“Are you serious?” 

Sirius smirked. 

“I- no.” He scoffed, laughing into his hands as he hid behind them, “Are you genuinely asking me to fuck, right now, Sirius?”

“Yeah…” Sirius smiled, “Just a bit of fooling around. It doesn’t have to mean anything, and I know we’re both not gay so it’s cool. It doesn’t have to be weird.” 

“Right.” Remus nods, because he’s not gay, no, not at all. 

“Besides, imagine the bragging rights.” 

“Sorry?” Remus hummed. 

“Well, I can say I’ve fucked a werewolf, and a criminal, which is… pretty cool.” He grinned, “And you can say you’ve fucked Sirius Black.”

“Oh, you cocky bastard.” Remus groaned. 

Sirius laughed, “Imagine it, one of those girls in the halls bragging to their friends about how I’ve been inside them- and what, you’d just be able to say you’ve been inside me! Something they’d never be able to say.”

Remus’ eyebrows furrowed, “I’d be inside you?”

“Well, yeah.” Sirius shrugged, “Oh, unless you prefer it the other way around. I just think I’d prefer if you fucked me, is all.” 

Remus’ brain is short circuiting. He’s beginning to question whether or not Sirius is as straight as he claims. 

“When you said shag, I assumed you mean handjobs.” 

“Oh…” Sirius nodded, looking a little disappointed actually, “Oh, yeah, we can… we can just do handjobs if you want.” 

“Erm, no that’s okay.” Remus cleared his throat, “I can… I can, erm, do that, if you’d like.” 

“Oh, Moons, you don’t have to just do it if you don’t want. I don’t wanna make you uncomfortable.” Sirius smiled, so, so prettily.

“No, it’s okay, yeah, I’d…” Remus looked away for a moment, unable to believe he was actually having this conversation, “I’ll fuck you.”

“Oh, brilliant.” Sirius grinned, “You’re really the best, Remus. Like, my favorite person in the world. Mother will be so pissed if she ever found out- and don’t worry, I’m not just gonna go tell her. It’s just the idea of it.” 

“Right.” Remus nods. 

“So, erm… I’ve got detention, so we can’t do it now… how about tonight?” 

“To-“ Remus stops himself mid sentence and looks at Sirius aghast, “You’re just… yeah, okay, yeah.” 

Sirius hummed, “James will have his date thing in the astronomy tower by the time I get back from detention so… we just have to get Peter out of the room somehow.”

“Leave it to me!” Remus says, “I’ve got… I’ll figure it out. I’m… yeah, we’re good mates so I’ll sort it.”

“Oh, Moonbeam, you really are the best.” Sirius smiles, hopping up out of his chair and bouncing over to pet Remus on the top of his head, “Really, I owe you big time.” 

“Yeah.” Remus blushed and ducked his head, watching Sirius waltz out of the room, humming a happy tune. 

☆ ★ ☆

“Holy shit guys, I just…” Remus plops himself down on the couch between Mary and Marlene. Lily is sitting on the floor against Mary’s legs and Pete’s sitting across from her, they’re playing snap. “I… I think I’m gonna have sex with Sirius.”

All four of them went dead silent, turning slowly to look at him. 

Remus swallows and looks up, “He wants to piss of his parents and… apparently secretly having sex with me is the perfect way to do that?”

“What?” Peter gasps. 

“Yeah, my thoughts exactly, Wormy.” Remus muttered, “Erm, we’re gonna shag tonight… he wants… he wants me to shag him, tonight.” 

“Merlin…” Lily grins looking up at him, “Oh, Remus!”

Remus bites his lip, blushing, “Pete… you reckon you can clear the room tonight?” 

“Trust me, I’m staying as far away as possible.” Peter laughed, “Bloody hell, I owe James ten galleons. I really didn’t think that would work.”

“You planned this?” Remus asked, “Wait, you bet on this?”

Peter looked at him deadpan, “I’ve already made fifty galleons from winning bets on Sirius, he’s so predictable. Obviously I bet on this.” 

Remus sighs and sinks down into the sofa, “I’m going to have sex with Sirius tonight…” He looks around at them all, “How do you have sex?”

“Oh, Remus.” Lily mused. 

☆ ★ ☆

It’s just them. Just Remus and Sirius. The moment he got back from detention James was waltzing out of the room with a cheerful grin, off to his date, and Pete was following right after in hopes of finding Marlene. 

So they’re alone already, which makes things so much easier for Sirius. 

“Thanks.” He smiles, “For sorting Pete out.” 

“No problem.” Remus nodded, “He was gonna hang out with Marlene anyway.” 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius said, starting to feel a little awkward, “Erm, so, I don’t really know how this works.”

“Me either, I suppose.” Remus swallowed, “I did some research, though. Figured out some stuff.”

“Oh, Moons…” Sirius smiled, he really is the most grateful for Remus. He really is the best. He just feels so much admiration for him all the time. “You’re such a good friend.” 

“Yep.” Remus nods, “Such a good friend.”

“So like… are we just doing the sex bit, or foreplay too?” Sirius asked, hoping Remus votes for foreplay. Sirius is good at foreplay, it’s his strong suit. It’s the part he likes the best of sex, so he doesn’t want to make it weird by not enjoying any of this. 

But foreplay is what people do when they like each other, most of the time. So Sirius would understand if Remus says no to it. Like, it would be extra disappointing, but he’d get it. 

“Forplay?” Remus’ eyes widen. 

“Yeah, like… kissing and all that.” He shrugs, “Undressing each other .”

Remus swallows, “Sure.” He says, and for some reason his voice just got higher. Sirius likes when Remus’ voice does that, it’s funny and it makes him feel kinda good, like, proud in a way, but he doesn’t know why. 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius nods, acting all nonchalant when really he’s feeling very happy inside. 

“Uhm… we have to use lube.” 

“Oh…” Sirius furrowed his brow. Girls don’t need lube. He really knows less about this sex stuff than he thought. “Right, well, I think we have some of that butter left from the prank-“

“Not butter.” Remus cuts in, laughing at him, “Definitely not butter, Sirius. It’s going inside you-“

“Oh, yuck. I don’t want butter in my arse.” He grimaced. 

“Yeah, I don’t really want it on me either.” Remus laughed, “Like, sex lube.” 

“Oh…” Sirius nodded, “What’s that? Can we make it?” 

“No.” Remus smiled, turning to his bedside draw, “It’s just gel stuff, I guess. Erm, here…” He tossed a little tube over to Sirius. 

It’s see through and has a transparent slime inside, “Oh, where'd you get this on such short notice? It’s half empty.” 

Remus went red again. Sirius likes when he makes Remus go red. “Erm… cause I use it.” 

“I thought you didn’t have sex?”

“I don’t.” Remus splutters, “It’s for… wanking”.

Sirius looked down at the tube, then over at Remus’ crotch, “Oh… really? I don’t need lube when I wank- I mean, not that I wank very often, but it’s always wet enough when I do.” 

Remus’ eyes widened and he just stared at Sirius for a moment, “Right…” 

Sirius shrugged, “This sex stuff is interesting.” 

“Erm, you’ll also have to be… fingered.” Remus gritted out. 

“Can you finger blokes?” He asks, genuinely baffled as he flips the bottle of lube around in his hand absentmindedly. 

Remus nods. 

“Oh, I didn’t know that… why?”

“To make it like… big enough.” Remus nods, “You know… for…” He waved his hands wearily around his crotch. 

“Oh, yeah, I suppose it’s kinda a small hole, hey?” Sirius hummed, the pieces slotting into place now, “Cool.” 

“Yeah, cool.” 

“So… like, I haven’t kissed a bloke before, but I’ve kissed girls.” Sirius smiled, “Have you kissed a bloke before? I know you’ve kissed a couple girls.” 

Remus nods, “I kissed Peter once.” 

Sirius immediately does not like that. He doesn’t know why, but that’s just weird. It’s just so, so weird. Peter? Remus has kissed Peter? What the fuck. 

“What?”

“Yeah, we made out once-“ Remus cuts himself off, giving Sirius an unsure look. 

Sirius knows it’s because he’s scowling. He’s not even ashamed of it. Remus and Peter made out, how fucking weird. That’s just fucking weird. That’s so gross, that so- oh, is Sirius homophobic? Oh, Sirius really doesn’t want to be homophobic. A lot of his friends are gay, that would be really bad if he was homophobic. 

He huffs and looks at the ground, “Did it mean anything-“

“No.” Remus says immediately, “The girls just dared us one day, since they’ve all kissed each other- it was just stupid. Didn’t mean anything. Never will. Never has.” 

“Oh, cool.” Sirius nods, some of the weight lifting off of his shoulders. The thought still makes him a little queasy, but less so now.

Perhaps shagging a bloke will make him less homophobic. He really hopes it will. He feels really terrible. His whole life he’s been running from the man his parents tried to shape him into, and yet, the shadow lingers. 

It’s terrifying. 

“Erm, so… do we just… kiss?” 

Remus is still for a moment, and he’s looking at Sirius kind of strangely. Sirius doesn’t know what to do with himself in all honesty, he never does under Remus’ gaze. It’s always so intense, it makes him nervous, fiddley… giggly. 

Oh yeah, Remus makes him so giggly. He’s fighting the urge to giggle like a child now. Remus is just… he’s looking at him, like really looking. Sirius feels so special when Remus looks at him, because he knows Remus doesn’t look at anyone else like this. No, this look is reserved especially for Sirius and that’s just… well, isn’t that just delightful? 

But he really doesn’t want to giggle right now. He’s trying so hard not too, because that would be embarrassing. He feels like a girl, which is so weird, and so dumb, because why would he ever feel like that? 

“Do you want to kiss?” Remus asked back eventually. 

“Yes.” Sirius says, without a thought, mouth on autopilot apparently. And that’s probably a good thing, because his brain is kind of a bit useless at the moment. So much is going on up there, yet there are no thoughts at all. He nods his head for assurance, “Yeah, that’d be good.”

“Okay.” Remus smiled and took a couple of steps closer. 

Sirius looked at the gap between them, there wasn’t much of one, but he certainly wasn’t close enough to comfortably kiss. So Sirius took the final step, the baggy wool of Remus’ sweater brushing up against the buttons of Sirius’ shirt. 

“Hi there.” Sirius murmured into the small space between them. If he leant forward, just a smidgen, their noses would bump together. 

“Hi.” Remus smiles, his cheeks flushing a really adorable pink colour, flushed under freckles and scars. 

Sirius really doesn’t know how Remus doesn’t get girls, because he thinks Remus is quite attractive. Well, sure, he’s not dashing in the way Sirius effortlessly is, and he’s not cute in the way Peter is, and he’s certainly not stoically handsome like James. But he’s attractive in his own little way, in the Remus way, the way that he’s just really handsome because he simply is and everyone should just agree because Sirius knows. 

Besides, he looks really cute when he’s about to get kissed. All up close and personal, honey-golden eyes barely visible behind the dilation in his pupils, flushed cheeks smattered under a galaxy of freckles, silver scars that are just so intrinsically Remus, pert lips that look so… so… uhm, Sirius can’t think. He’s too distracted to think. 

Point is, Remus is damned attractive and it’s appalling that not more people think so. 

Remus huffs and bites his lip, and Sirius can feel his eyes searching all over Sirius’ face. But he can’t help but stare at the place between Remus’ front teeth, the plush skin, it’s so pink and shiny. He’s just so… so cute. 

Sirius boops their noses together. 

Remus almost giggles. 

Sirius kisses him. 

It’s… well, it’s so much better than kissing girls. Honestly, Remus must have been practising because he’s just really good at this whole kissing thing. Maybe there’s a spell or something that makes you really good. 

Whatever it is, Remus is it. They’re not even making out and it’s just so much better than every girl he’s ever kissed, ever. 

Remus is really just such a good mate, isn’t he? Gosh, Sirius really thinks so. 

Remus shuffles a little closer and tips his head to the side slightly, opening his mouth and sliding his tongue along the seam of Sirius’ own lips. 

It’s so well done, his smoothness, that Sirius breaks out in goosebumps. Once this is all over, Sirius will have to tell Remus that he really is just so good at all this kissing stuff. 

He’s really that good that Sirius kinda just wants to keep him to himself. Like a little trophy that only he gets to have. No one else should be allowed to be graced with such good kissing skills because honestly, Sirius doesn’t think any girl out there would be able to properly appreciate it. 

It’s so good, when Remus slips some tongue into Sirius’ mouth and reaches up to tug Sirius in by the belt loops, that he moans. He actually moaned, and he’s not even embarrassed because Remus needs to know just how good at this he is. 

Remus tugs him closer and Sirius lifts his hands to grab at the back of Remus’ neck and tug at the jumper over his shoulder because something has just come over him. Something wild. Some primal need or something to just tear Remus’ clothes off and have him. He blames Padfoot. 

They shuffle back to Sirius’ bed until Remus’ knees buckle and he flops down onto it. Sirius shoves himself into Remus’ lap, straddling him and pressing close which just feels… so good. Like, Remus really doesn’t know how good he is. 

He must be some sex god or something. How Remus hasn’t had sex yet, Sirius doesn’t know. But what he does know, is that Remus is so fucking wonderful and Sirius doesn’t want to share. 

How strange is that? 

Remus’ bony fingers reach up to undo the buttons on Sirius’ shirt, but before he can even get halfway, Sirius is yanking Remus’ jumper up and off his body in a rush. 

“So good.” He mutters, leaning in to kiss Remus again. He starts shoving off his own shirt before Remus can do the last button. “Oh, you’re really good at this, Moony.” 

Remus moans against his mouth and wow, holy Godrick, that’s really a wonderful sound. How are his moans even that brilliant? This really isn’t fair. How is Sirius ever supposed to be so good in bed? He really hopes he doesn’t let Remus down. 

“Fuck.” Remus mumbles, latching his lip onto Sirius’ throat and groaning when Sirius digs his nails into Remus’ shoulders, “You- oh, you’re really- you’re so hot.”

Sirius flushes all over, and he dips back down to kiss Remus again. He can’t help but giggle. 

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“Please, please, please, please.” Sirius is mumbling, actually completely naked underneath Remus which is just… it’s really a sight to behold. It’s an image which will be imprinted in Remus’ mind for the rest of eternity. 

Remus can’t help but duck down to kiss him, right on the lips, because Sirius seems to actually really love that. He actually seems to really love a lot of things involving Remus sexually. 

Remus moans, his hips pressing down against Sirius’. The friction from that alone is far better than anything he conjures up in his mind and creates with his own right hand at night. 

“Yeah.” He nods, “Yeah, erm… do… do you wanna do it yourself?”

“Do what?” Sirius gasps, bucking his hips up when Remus doesn’t grind down again. 

“Finger yourself.” Remus says bluntly, because there’s really no other way to say it. 

“Oh, uhm…” Sirius’ eyes fly open, and they flick around Remus’ face for a bit before he flushes more than he already has and smiles, “Can you do it? I don’t really know what I’m doing, and I’ll just probably like it more if you did… you’re like… really bloody good at this sex stuff.” 

Remus knows for a fact that he is not really bloody good at this sex stuff. He’s never even done it before, and he’s being really awkward as he always is. The first kiss they shared he was so stiff for, and he literally opened his mouth and shoved his tongue out really weirdly because he was just so shocked by Sirius actually doing this. He knows that was a terrible kiss, but Sirius just kept kissing him anyway. And then Sirius kinda took the lead there a little and gave Remus some time to figure it out, thankfully. 

So yeah, Remus knows he’s so fucking bad at this. He knows Sirius has been with a good handful of girls who are confident, and experienced, and way nicer to look at. And yet, Sirius won’t stop banging on about how fucking good Remus is at all of this, how his mouth is fucking magic, and how he’s making Sirius all tingly. 

It’s like a dream. A real dream brought to life or something. Remus really pinched himself at one moment to make sure he wasn’t actually dreaming it up. 

But no. It’s real. And Sirius’ is enjoying it. And Sirius wants Remus to finger him. And Sirius wants to have sex with Remus. 

Remus is almost certain that Sirius just… isn’t actually into girls at this point. Or at the very least, is into guys in one way or another. 

Remus grabs the lube from under Sirius’ back, where he’d landed on it a while ago when taking off his trousers. He pops the cap and squeezes a big glob of lube onto his fingers before spreading it around a little. 

Sirius gazes up at him, his legs are slightly open, spread around Remus’ own knees, all just… naked for him. His gaze is heavy lidded, and Remus fights the urge to look further downward. 

“Just be nice, yeah?” Sirius asks, a finger reaching out to draw over a scar on Remus’ middle. “I haven’t been fingered or anything before, so… do you think it will hurt?” 

Remus shakes his head, “Ah… I did it to myself once. If you go slow it doesn’t… I’ll go slow.” 

“Okay.” Sirius blushes again, “You really are the best, Moonshine.” 

Merlin, that name? Oh, Remus is starting to lose it. He’s actually going to lose his mind about it. It’s bad enough as is, when Sirius calls him that just out and about. It makes his heart race and his stomach fill with butterflies. 

But here? Now? Well, Remus is going to implode. He’s so, so fucking into Sirius it’s sickening. 

“Thanks.” Remus mutters, reaching a sticky finger down between Sirius’ legs, “Erm, is that… are you…. Can I?”

“Yeah.” Sirius breathes, his eyes falling shut, “O-oh, fuck, yeah. Oh, Moony, you’re so… mhm, you’re so good at this.” 

Remus’ brain melts a little more, because he hasn’t actually done anything. Really, his finger is just sitting there, only the very tip of it has pushed inside and Sirius is there acting like Remus is just about to make him cum. 

Sirius really can’t be straight. He’s either really good at faking it, or really, really gay. 

Remus hopes for the latter. 

“What about that? Hurt?”

“No.” Sirius hums, smiling to himself as he turns his head into the pillows, his hands gripping the sheets, “No, s’good. Oh, Moonbeam, you’re- oh, you’d never… never hurt me. Never hurt me, baby. S’good.”

Remus has suddenly lost all coherent thought. 

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Sirius feels euphoric. 

Really, he wishes he had sex with Remus earlier because this is just fucking brilliant. Remus is really just so good. 

When Sirius has sex with girls, he feels kinda good physically a lot. Like, his cock likes it, he supposed. But it’s usually really boring. It’s just not all that great, he doesn’t get why James likes sex so much. 

But like, with Moony? Well, everything is great. He’s just really good at it, and he must know exactly what he’s doing because no matter what it just makes Sirius feel so amazing. 

Physically and emotionally. Like, everywhere. He feels like a live wire. 

“R-Remus.” He stutters out, because he’s not very good at talking anymore. He’s mostly just loudly moaning and stuff. Like, it’s so loud that Remus actually stopped midway through to cast a silencing charm so people outside the dorm wouldn’t hear. “Oh, fuck, Remus. Please, can you just fuck me?”

“Shit.” Remus moans, “F-fuck, yeah. You… you sure? You sure you want that?” 

Sirius nods, because if Remus fingering him is this good, then he really wants to find out about the rest of it. 

“Yeah, please.” Sirius said, “Really, really, please, Moonybaby. Oh, fuck- you’re so- you’re so good at- uh.” 

“Fucking- okay, yeah.” Remus chokes out, pulling his hand away from Sirius.  

He can’t help but whine about it, feeling so cold and empty. He reaches out to cling to Remus, but all he gets are glorious, sweaty, scarred thighs. 

He lifts his head when he hears a wet sound, and watches Remus smear some lube over himself, quite entranced by it. He watches the slick glide of Remus’ wonderful hands and wishes it was himself between those magical fingers. 

Remus comes closer, and Sirius immediately grabs for him. His arms sling around Remus’ neck, fingers sifting in through hair and clawing at his back. 

“Oh, Moony.” Sirius moans, kissing him as much as Remus will let him, “Please. Oh, you’re so… oh, R-Remus.”

“Bloody hell, Sirius.” Remus grunts, pressing in as close as he can. His whole body shivers as he slowly sinks down, Sirius whining helplessly in his ear. He can’t help it, it feels so fucking good, just like he thought. “Oh, fuck, you’re so- so hot. So fucking… oh, fuck.”

Sirius can’t stop kissing, everywhere. Anywhere his lips can reach he’s attaching himself to Remus. It really is quite delightful, getting fucked by his sex god best friend. 

He thinks about recommending it to James, but thankfully James is a committed man. Then perhaps Peter, but- no, they’ve already kissed, they’ve done enough. Besides, Sirius is apparently homophobic about that so he probably shouldn’t suggest it. 

Maybe he’ll just tell everyone Remus is really bad, so no one else goes and fucks him- yeah, that sounds good. No one else gets to have him, only Sirius. 

He’s probably a really bad friend for that, but, well, he doesn’t really care right now because Remus is just making him feel so, so good. Like, really lucky. 

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Sirius is clinging to Remus like he’s his life line. It’s probably the best feeling in the world. And yes, that includes the feeling of been balls deep inside Sirius. 

Both are fucking amazing, but being clung too by Sirius beats it by just a smidgen. 

He’s shaking, actually, so much to the point that Remus had thought he’d done something wrong. But no, Sirius has assured him it’s purely because he just feels fucking amazing. That Remus is doing a bang on job. 

Really, Remus isn’t sure why Sirius keeps saying such things. Like, sure, now it’s fine because Remus has found a rhythm and gotten more comfortable doing this, but he was so awkward those first few thrusts. They were miscalculated, and kinda desperate, and just not very good, he could tell. But still, Sirius had said it’s the best feeling ever. 

Remus doesn’t know what to do with himself. So he just lets his body do whatever the hell it needs. And what it needs is to make Sirius finish, and apparently, to say dumb shit he’s going to regret later. 

“You’re so… so fucking pretty, baby.” He mutters, kissing Sirius between each few words, “So good, so gorgeous. Feels so good- so good. Oh you’re just so good, so-“

Remus reels back, because Sirius is thrashing almost violently, and is getting louder and- Remus looks down to find white smeared all over Sirius’ stomach. 

Sirius doesn’t give Remus time to process that before he’s pulling him down into a deep kiss and thrusting his own hips up to meet Remus’. 

“Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.” Sirius is muttering on repeat, smattering kisses everywhere on Remus’ face as he chases his own. “Oh, so- so good, Moonshine. You’re so good, too good to me.” 

Remus presses their foreheads together as he cums and kisses Sirius midway through. When he pulls away, Sirius is dazed. 

He has a faraway, dreamy look in his eyes and a relaxed smile on his lips. His cheeks are bright pink, a stark contrast to his pale complexion, and his skin shimmers with sweat. 

Oh, he really is just so fucking pretty. 

“Fuck.” Remus grunts, shifting until he’s laying down beside Sirius, both on their backs, shoulders overlapped. 

Sirius whines as Remus slips away, and shivers slightly. Remus grabs his jumper off the pillow and lays it over Sirius’ chest like a blanket. 

“Hmm.” He hums, and closes his eyes. 

Remus cleans them both up, reaching the end of the box of tissues on Sirius’ bedside. But they’re clean, so it’s fine. 

They lie there in silence for a while. Remus feels the moment Sirius comes too again, stiffening beside him. It’s awkward, tense. Slowly, Sirius shucks Remus’ jumper off his chest and they both lie there, completely naked, staring at the roof. 

They hear James and Peter come into the room, “Told you.” 

“Don’t believe you.” James muttered back, “Pads, mate, you in here?”

“James, they’re probably having a meaningful conversation.” Peter huffs, “Look at the curtains.” 

“Well, I want to see him.”

“You can later.” Peter offers, “Sirius, if you want James to come in, say something back.”

“Don’t come in!” Sirius shouts, and silence lingers outside. 

“See, he doesn’t want you too.” Peter says after a while, “Completely silent.” 

“The charm must still be on.” Remus muttered. 

“Oh.” Sirius nodded. 

“Fine.” James groaned, “Come to my bed later, Sirius. I’m going to sleep.”

Sirius and Remus lie there for a while, listening to James and Peter get ready for bed. Honestly, Remus is glad Peter didn’t say anything to James about them having sex. 

Or, well, he doesn’t think he said anything. 

Not that he’d be mad if James found out Remus is gay. He’s pretty sure James already knows. But, he’s sure Sirius would want to tell him about that. Sirius would probably have some strange things to say about it, so, it’s best if Sirius is the one to lay it all out there. 

Once the room goes silent again, and the lights are all turned out, they dare a glance over at each other. Just as quickly, they look away. 

Remus starts to feel a little guilty. He knows how he feels about Sirius, and Sirius clearly hadn’t felt the same way. At least not prior to now. So, he decides to bite the fucking bullet, despite his own judgments, and confessess. 

“I liked that.” 

“Yeah, me too.” Sirius nodded, eyes fixed on the roof, “Felt good. You made me cum really hard.”

Merlin, he really doesn’t make anything easy for Remus, does he? 

“Yeah.” Remus nods, “But like… I liked it in a gay way.”

Sirius tenses beside him again. 

“Erm, cause I’m gay.” Remus fills in, refusing to look anywhere but the stupid poster of a half naked motorbike girl on Sirius’ ceiling. “And I like you.”

“You… like me?” Sirius mumbles. 

“Yeah.” Remus breathes, “A lot… I think you’re… brilliant. You’re really, really, fucking brilliant. And also really good at sex.”

Sirius swallowed, “So, do you think I’m pretty?”

“Yeah.” Remus nodded, “I said it, before.” 

“I thought you might have just been doing sex talk.” 

“Oh…” Remus swallows, “Were you just doing sex talk?”

“No.” Sirius shakes his head, “I just… no, it was all honest. But, girls often make up sex talk, so-“

“I’m not a girl.” 

“Yeah, I know.” Sirius swallowed, “So you… you fancy me, for real?”

“Yeah.” Remus nods, “A lot.”

“Oh.” 

Remus chewed on his lip. 

“Excuse me.” Sirius muttered, and then climbed out of bed. 

He didn’t even stop to put trousers on or anything. Remus listened as he walked over and pulled back the curtains of James’ bed. 

“Oh, Sirius, hey, I- Merlin! Where are your clothes?”

“Over there. Remus and I had sex.” 

There was silence for a while before James said back, “What?”

“Remus and I had sex.” 

“When?” James asked, fucking gobsmacked. 

“Just then.” Sirius said, “Before you came into the room.” 

“Wh- why?”

“It was your idea!” He said defensively, “You said I should just fuck Remus, so I did. I fucked Remus- or, rather, he fucked me.” 

“And you just decided to come tell me this, still very naked?”

“Yeah.” Sirius said, “I think I can still feel his cum inside-“

“Bloody hell, Sirius. You know he can- just, get in.”

“Do you want me to put clothes on?” 

“Merlin, I don’t care, just…”

“He’s gay, you know?” Remus heard Sirius shuffle into the bed, “Said he likes me.” 

“Wow, really?” James gasped, “I had no fucking idea. It’s not like he stares at you longingly or anything.” 

“Oh…” Sirius mumbled, “I think I’m homophobic, by the way.” 

“Sorry?”

“Yeah, he said he kissed Pete and that made me feel kind of nauseous.” 

There was another long stretch of silence, and then from his own bed, Peter muttered, “You owe me twenty gallons, James.” 

“Fuck.” James muttered, drawing the curtains around them, “Look, Sirius, you’re not homophobic.”

“Erm, yes I am.” Sirius said in defence, “Why else would I get mad about Remus getting involved with other blokes?”

“Oh, Sirius.” James sighed, and cast a silencing charm around them. 

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Remus is startled awake by the curtains swishing back. Not that he slept very deeply, just a little nap. He’s still in Sirius’ bed. He was too anxious to move. 

Now that he sees Sirius standing there, still very naked, he feels like he should have left. 

Sirius lifts up the corner of his blanket and slides under, closing the curtain around them before casting another silencing charm. 

He tugs at the sheet and gestures for Remus to get under. And then they both lie there again, shoulder to shoulder, staring at the roof. 

“You okay?” Remus asks after a long silence. He feels so awkward about it. 

“Yep.” Sirius nods, “Just… trying to figure out the least scary way to ask you to be my boyfriend.”

Remus’ heart falls out from under him, “What?”

“Oh.” Sirius mutters, “I guess I just did, didn’t I?”

“Are you serious?” Remus gasps, turning to look at him. 

Sirius smirks and turns his head slowly to look back at Remus. 

“Don’t answer that.” He mutters, “I’m…”

“Yeah.” Sirius nods, genuinity behind his pretty, pale eyes, “Erm, yeah, James told me I’m gay.”

“What?” Remus gaped, “What do you mean he told you you were gay?”

Sirius shrugged, “Like, I’ve been gay this whole time, and I really like you. I just didn’t know it, is all. I thought I was homophobic, can you believe that? James just made me realise I was jealous.”

“Jealous… of Peter?” 

“Yes. Never look at him again, please.” Sirius said sternly. 

Remus furrowed his brow, looking at Sirius in shock. 

Sirius broke into a grin, “I’m kidding. But really, I did get jealous. I’m jealous about you a lot. It’s why I get so angry at you sometimes.”

“Oh.” Remus swallowed, “That…”

“Yeah.” Sirius smiled, laughing at himself softly, “It’s stupid. I’m stupid.”

“You’re not.” Remus corrects, “You’re really smart. You’re the smartest person I know. Sometimes this stuff is just really hard, I get it. I know.” 

He blushes, and it’s fucking adorable. It’s always adorable. 

“You’re so sweet, Moony.” Sirius hums, kissing Remus’ shoulder, “So, will you?”

“Will I what?”

“Be mine?” He asks. 

“Oh…” Remus’ heart is racing. It’s going so fast, beating so hard he can feel it in his throat, “Yes. Fuck, yes please.” 

Sirius breaks out into the most brilliant smile before rolling over and wrapping himself around Remus, “Yay.” 

Remus hugs him back, entangling their legs together and hoping they never have to untangle, “You really mean it?”

“Yeah.” Sirius hums, pressing his lips to Remus’ skin a few times, “Oh, I was so crazy for not knowing it, Moonshine. I’m mental about you.” 

Remus feels extatic, “I’m mental about you too, sweetheart.” 

“Oh, I really like that.” Sirius mused, “I really like you.”

Remus chuckled, “Okay, sweetheart.” 

Sirius hums, content, snuggling closer into Remus’ side, “God, imagine my mother now. Not just shagging an unregistered werewolf bloke, but now he’s my boyfriend?”

“She’d have a heart attack.” 

“Good.” Sirius smiled, “Oh, I love when everything just comes together like this. James is so exited. He owes Pete a lot of money, they’ve been betting on us for ages.” 

Remus snorts, “I think Pete’s been cheating then. He’s known I’m into you for ages.”

Sirius snorts, “Of course he is.” He lifts his head to kiss Remus sweetly, “Let me take you out on a date, Moonybaby?”

Remus melted, sighing against Sirius’ lips, “Yeah, please.” 

“Oh, I’m gonna woo you so hard, you won’t even know what hit you.” Sirius smiled, “And then we’re gonna shag so much again, because I didn’t know shagging was actually fun.”

Remus snorts and kissed Sirius some more, “I did, I was just waiting for you to prove it.” 

The way that Sirius swooned made Remus feel like he was on top of the fucking world. 

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To say you looked ethereal in the dress he bought for you was an understatement.

“Phil–!” You stammered, digging your nails into his jacket as he thrust his hips upwards. One of his hands held the back of your head, bringing you in for a passionate kiss—your glossy lips sending him to a drunken haze, while the other gripped your hips, bringing them up and down at an animalistic pace.

You could only imagine how much the car was shaking from the outside.

He had brought you to a fancy restaurant for your anniversary—the kind that needed a reservation months prior. And on the day of your special dinner, he left you a little surprise on the bed. 

Inside the black monochromatic gift box was a long, luxurious-looking dress, plus some matching jewellery. As if he hadn’t bought you plenty already.

And he knew had made one of the greatest decisions in his life when he finally got to see you wear it. 

It began with romantic kisses; anywhere from your hands and even went as far as nuzzling your cheeks, listening to your giggles as his stubble tickled you.

And then, he took a few steps further. 

Your body never stopped heating up when he started leaving lazy kisses on your neck, sighing contently as your breath hitched each time. Nor did he ever stop staring at you even when your food arrived. You were lucky your table was far from the eyes of the customers, though you couldn’t say the same about the waiters and waitresses. The side split only gained his access for his naughty hands to roam and slide up your legs.

And yet he spoonfed you his food and even joked around about random topics as if one of his hands wasn’t squeezing and stroking your thigh—the coldness of his wedding band contrasting to the rising temperature of your own body. 

You couldn’t do anything about the smugness on your husband’s face, even teasing you by asking if you were alright—he knew you’d likely let out a cute moan of yours if you did attempt to answer him.

And as soon as he paid for the meal, he spared you the endless torture, partially because, he, too, couldn’t resist any longer.

Upon entering the car, he immediately pulled you to his lap. He didn’t waste any time, bunching up your dress to reveal your ass, then pulling your panties to the side.

“Phil—! Wait!” You squeaked, looking left and right in fear of anyone passing by in the parking lot. Your husband cooed almost condescendingly as you hid your face in his neck. 

“What’s wrong? Don’t y’want me to touch you?” His hand made its way under your dress, then past the crotch area of your damp underwear, biting down a smirk as your slick smeared his fingers. He hummed in approval, “I know I do. ‘Can feel this pretty pussy making a mess—fuck.”

You were mentally debating on begging him to take you this instant or to drive you home to be fucked. But your resolve was breaking, damn near disappearing, as if his indifference, or better yet, the thrill of getting caught in a public space was doing stuff to you.

He snapped you out of your thoughts real fast when he slapped your ass. Your yelp turned into whines when he began massaging them to soothe the sting.

“C’mon,” He assured you, though if you weren’t so lightheaded, you would’ve noticed the hint of desperation in his tone, “Need t’fuck my wife stupid in her pretty dress,” He pinched on the fabric of your dress for a moment, “So fucking beautiful f’me.”

You couldn’t help but throw your head back as he slid his hands up your back, watching your face contort with great intensity. 

It didn’t take long for him to convince you, and when he took his cock out of his pants—slapping against his stomach as he finally rid himself of the constriction, your self-control finally broke.

Just like he did.

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Playing Possum

AN: day 9, here we go! This is an unofficial sequel to this fic. You don’t have to read it to get this one, but it does help add context. This one was really fun & sweet! Hope y’all enjoy!

Eiffel was getting used to their routine. What started out as paranoid sleepovers became a quiet comfort- for him at least. He doubted it meant as much to Minkowski.

For once, he woke up before her. Or rather, he woke up because of her. God, why did she have to twitch in her sleep?

He tried to keep his breath slow and even, squeezing his eyes shut tight. What the hell was she even doing in her dream, playing piano? The gentle tapping was just enough to set his nerves on edge and keep him on the verge of a giggle for.

Her fingers pressed into his sides, long nails leaving ticklish pinpricks in their wake. He couldn't help but violently twitch away, biting back a yelp. Then the nails began tracing his ribs and he gasped, trying to muffle the sound behind his hand. He tried to stay still so that he didn't wake her, but it proved to be an impossible task when he felt his hip on his other side being traced with agonizingly soft circles. He shook his head, arching his back and biting his hand when laughter began to spill free.

He had just wanted to sleep in a little, was that too much to ask? He couldn't fall back asleep even if he tried. And trust me, he'd rather be unconscious right now.

He turned over onto his stomach as gently and slowly as he could so he wouldn't wake the sleeping beast next to him. He was laying on his side when Minkowski shifted in her sleep and threw an arm around him, hugging him close.

He went completely still, afraid to move a muscle. She groans in her sleep and nuzzles into the back of his neck, and he quickly grabbed the pillow to muffle a snort. Her breath is slow and even, coming out in hot puffs of air against the back of his neck.

He was giggling now, scrunching his neck and burying his face into the thin cushion. He was trying to be as quiet as possible, but it was proving to be more difficult than he thought.

And then he was screaming.

Minkowski blew a raspberry right at the nape of his neck, sending him into hysterical laughter. His legs kicked out uselessly as he held the pillow tighter. He couldn't escape her grasp, and he decided to drill into his hips while she blew another raspberry. Eiffel cackled and scrunched his shoulders.

"Nohoho! Minkowski s-stohop!" he pleaded as he blindly reached down to pry her hands away. It was a pathetic attempt.

"Y'know, it's actually pretty thoughtful how hard you tried to stay still. I bet it was driving you nuts," she taunted, nuzzling closer to growl in his earl. The deep, gravely sound sent goosebumps down his arms, and he frantically tried to rub the feeling away from his ear.

"You knew?" he asked incredulously, forcing himself to choke down a shriek. Her thumbs her circling the hipbone, digging in just enough to send him up the wall. He bucked and writhed as he fought against her grasp. "You were ahahawake the whole dahamn tihihime!" he accused, only making her grin more smug.

"I didn't know you were ticklish Eiffel! Why didn't you tell me? This is perfect for morale, and now I won't have any problems making you do your work," she rambled, and he could feel his face flushing with embarrassment.

"What? Nohoho! You cahan't!"

"Actually, I can do whatever I deem necessary for the crew."

"Ohoho come ohon! You're just beheing mehehean!" he whined. "Have mercy!"

"Sorry Eiffel, that's not really up to code. Rule 633 of Pryce and Carter strictly states: "Mercy is such a 20th century value." I'm just trying to comply with the manual."

"Ohoho yeah? Well rule 634 says: it's still best to beheheg!"

"Oh? Is this you begging?" she taunted before the realization hit her. "Wait a second. Did you just quote the survival manual?" she asked, masking how much it impressed her by teasing him.

"NO! I refuse to memorize it!" he insisted.

Minkowski sported a downright malicious grin, "Mhm," she hummed, tracing the shell of his ear. He snorted and scrunched his neck helplessly as a flood of giggles escaped his lips.

"Ohokay! Ohohokahay, lehet me goooo! Ihit's too damn early for thihihis!"

She only continued for a few seconds longer before finally releasing him from her evil, ticklish clutches.

"Asshole. I'll totally get you back for that, just fyi," he warned.

"Yeah, I'm really quaking in my boots."

"Eiffel scoffed, "I'm serious! You'll regret it!"

"Oh I'm sure I will," she played along. But when the time came, she knew she'd be just as giddy and nervous as Eiffel.

[cyb3rscoups]

Baby daddy Chronicles (2)

A/N: Rest of the collection here Explicit Content Ahead, Minors DNI

Baby Daddy Attuma Chronicles on Ao3

After the door slammed behind Attuma, Okoye found herself weak in the knees and breathing quite heavily.

“You spent 6 years with that asshole?” W’Kabi sucked his teeth as he looked at Okoye adjusting her robe.

“He meant well. The girls probably worried him you know.” She dismissed his comment as she made her way into the kitchen and looked for a glass.

“Some brats they are. Sending him over here like a fucking superhero.” W’Kabi came up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist.

She flinched as he tightened his hold, her grip on the glass lethal. “What are you saying?”

“I’m saying you gotta teach them they can’t just go crying to him when they don’t like something. You know the other day I was over here and they would not shut up about-“

“Get off of me.” Okoye forced his arms from around her, almost going to chuck the glass at his head as he spoke. “Get out of my house.”

“Okoye.”

“You think you can come in here, get comfy and start talking shit about my family?”

“Oh please. You’re being dramatic as hell. Now let’s go upstairs and finish what we started.” He approached her with his shit eating grin.

God, what was she thinking? Was she really that starved that she let this man into her life so easily.

Her body gave into her earlier thought and threw the glass, barely missing his ear as he flinched away.

“Get out!” She yelled. “Get the shit you came with and go!”

He scrambled to get his things, only having one sleeve in his shirt before leaving. His car roared to life as he sped off.

Attuma scoffed as he started his truck and pulled it into the now empty spot in the driveway. Obviously she knew better.

When he stepped in, Okoye was waiting for him with a broom in hand.

“He’s gone so soon.” The man taunted with a smirk as Okoye shoved the broom in his hands and pointed to the array of glass on the floor.

“Shut up and sweep. Meet me upstairs when you’re done.”

“Can I get a kiss first?” He ran his thumb across her lip as she rolled her eyes.

“Kiss my ass.” Attuma shrugged as she turned away, opting to smack it hard enough she yelped and ran up the stairs a bit faster.

He locked the front door before he started sweeping with a smirk, hoping that just one of the shards had cut W’Kabi on his way out somehow.

“Attuma..hurry up!”

“Don’t rush me woman. Those twins are gonna be all over the place. Gotta make sure it’s safe.”

He made no rush to get up the stairs either, giving her enough time to fix herself onto the bed just how he liked.

“Where are they anyway?” She questioned as he rounded the corner and leaned against the door frame.

“My mom’s. She even offered them to stay the night.”

He lost his shirt and belt, tossing them to the floor as he climbed into the bed beside her. “We got all night.”

“Good.”

She dragged him close, locking her arms around his neck and her legs around his hips. “You miss me?”

He spoke low and gravely against her neck, planting a soft kiss on her collarbone. His voice went straight to her core, making her thrust up in wanting.

Attuma chuckled as his hands trailed up her thighs and under her robe.

“Hope you don’t think I’m going easy on you. Bringing some bitch around my family. Lost your mind for a second there didn’t you?” He taunted her with slow, too soft touches that felt as if they weren’t even there.

“Yes baby. I’m sorry. I missed you bad.” She groaned as he cracked his palm against her ass again.

“Take this shit off.” He pulled her arms from around his neck and she got to work on the simple tie holding the silk together.

Just like that she was bare for him to see. He couldn’t fight the smile that tugged on his lips as she dipped a hand down to cup her pulsing core.

“Attuma..I need you.”

“Oh now you need me? What happened to get the fuck out?”

“Don’t tease me you big asshole.” She whined, not really in position to demand anything of him but she could put on a show.

Her legs opened wide and he pried himself from her, kneeling at the edge of the bed as she slid her fingers between her wet slit. The sound was obscene and the contact made her shiver.

“Attuma-“

“No no no. Show what you do when you miss me.”

Attuma took hold of her foot, an anklet adorning her skin. He smiled as he kissed the rose shaped jewel on the anniversary present.

Without hesitation, Her fingers parted herself and she rub a small circle on her clit, eliciting a moan of the gods.

“Baby, come on. I’m sorry.” She whined further. All sex activities had truthfully been shit since she shut him out of her life the first time. It didn’t take her long to discover that Attuma had ruined her.

He’d taken the high and exhilaration of an orgasm and kept it in his pocket for only him to use. “Just…help me out please.”

“Oh poor baby can’t cum on her own anymore.”

“No.” She clenched around nothing as he shooed her fingers away and replaced them with his own. “I need you Attuma.”

The man kissed a path up her ankle and calf, sucking a bruise into her thigh as his fingers worked her skillfully. His name fell from Okoye’s lips like a chant.

She combed her fingers through his hair and held it back as he attached to her clit, drowning himself in her slick. His tongue worked the bud as his fingers dipped into her walls.

A squeal tumbled from her lips as she gripped at his hair. “Ah! Oh my god!”

Attuma groaned against her as his tongue worked faster and his fingers got deeper.

A coil in her stomach formed and she couldn’t warn him with coherent words, but he always knew when she was close. She clenched around his fingers and her thighs locked around his head as her orgasm ripped through her.

Okoye sighed blissfully as Attuma rose to his feet, planting a kiss on her lips as he got his pants off.

“I’m still disappointed in you.” He lined himself up and pushed in swiftly so she had no time to protest.

Her back arched up and her hands flew out to claw at his arms. “Think you can replace me so fast huh?”

Attuma pressed a hand to her belly as he started to thrust, slow and deliberate making her feel every inch. “N-no Attuma. I could never.” She panted, her head thrown back as she spoke. “But for the love of god move faster!”

“Who the hell are you talking to?” His free hand held her hip as he thrust harder, not faster. Just enough for her to jolt with a gasp.

“Oooh please! Attuma!”

“Please what?” He leaned over her, his breath getting heavy as his body engulfed her.

“Please go faster!”

Finally her wish was fulfilled as both his hands gripped her hips and angled them up. The soft clapping of her skin on his filled the room as he committed to a pace.

Okoye could feel the coil tightening again as he brushed that sensitive part inside her with every thrust. “Fuck I’m gonna cum…Attuma!” She whined against his cheek as he panted against her neck.

“Go ahead baby… Taking me so good… Such a good girl for me.” His eyes squeezed shut as his hips began to stutter.

He stopped moving, gathering himself as she came around him, holding him in like a vice. Once she relaxed, he was on her again, drilling her in with own release on the tip of his fingers.

“Shit baby…Missed you so much. So fucking good. Don’t leave me again baby please.” Attuma wrapped his arms around her body, lifting her up off the bed with a grunt.

He slipped out of her as he stood straight. Okoye’s legs wrapped around his waist tightly. He grabbed hold of his length, stroking a few times before sliding back in.

“You trust me?” He smiled up at her and she nodded.

“Always.”

“Good. Hold on.”

His hands took hold of her ass, squeezing as he bounced her up on his dick. Her grip on him faltered from the force and her head tipped back.

Her moans and whines rang through out the room as the new angle hit her right where she needed.

“Ooh shit! Daddy, right there!”

He didn’t let up, not once, even when her arms slid loose from his shoulders and he had to grip her neck up so she wouldn’t fall.

“Ooh..stay with me gorgeous..don’t lose it now..ah shit!” He watched as she struggled to keep her eyes open, tears rolling down her cheeks as she shut them for a moment.

“Fuuuck....where do you want me?” He slowed just enough for her to say something or give him a sign.

“Right fucking here. Don’t you pull out!”

“Mmm. Want me to fuck you full again? Trying for another baby? Maybe a set of three this time?”

“You crazy mother fucker!” She groaned.

“That’s right.” He chuckled as his hips got more urgent. A few more seconds and he was filling her up until he was leaking out.

She felt full, complete. And if this man ever thought about moving out again, she’d lock him in the attic.

[teenyweenynightghost]

A/n: ALRIGHTY. SO i would like to mention i have not yet written the fic, this is before the mv i just wanted to save time for later. I have no idea whats about to come. I CANT FUCKING WAIT

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The aftermath

Ethan

Y/n watched, shock written all over her face as Ethan’s scene came on. Grabbing Damiano’s neck and pushing him into the water, drowning him. And god, the wink.

The rest of the video rolled by, nothing in her head other than him. Ethan.

And god, he had the afterparty…

Desperate eyes searched around, trying to find a source of relief. The pillow. No thoughts crossed her mind than a pure instinct to fuck.

Y/n threw off all her clothes, roughly pulling at them, until she was completely naked. She grabbed the pillow and got on top of it, beginning to massage her boobs.

God how thankful she was to Vic right now, who convinced her to get a nipple piercing. Tugging at it roughly, she scrunched her eyebrows in pain, as a familiar feeling enveloped her body, and a certain heat spread to her core.

“The things you do to me, Torchio.” She moaned, slowly grinding on the pillow.

Her pace got faster as her body became redder, breath ragged, waves of pleasure washing over here one after another.

The image came back. Blue lighting, his tight bodysuit, the satisfied glint in his eyes as he choked Damiano…

God she was doomed. He told her to wait for him to come back, to give her the night she deserved for having been so patient…

“Well, well, well…”

His deep voice shocked her, sending shivers throughout her body. There was no playing it off. Naked, sweaty and grinding on a soaked pillow? Pretty obvious what she was doing.

“Ethan, please…” She all but begged, feeling as if she could only cum if his hands were on her.

“What is it, you slut, can’t finish?��� He asked, sounding satisfied.

A large, warm hand soon enveloped her neck. He only held her for now, making sure she knew how easily he could switch the tables.

“What did I fucking tell you?” His voice was now low, and grave. It’s intended purpose was to scare Y/n, but it only made her wetter.

She bounced against his grip, desperate to finish before he could start teasing her. “You’re not gonna stop? Alright, puppy.” He chuckled. Only now, was Y/n scared.

His grip suddenly tightened on her throat, cutting off her air and making her yelp. He pulled her back slowly, away from the pillow, away from release.

“The only thing making you see stars will be my hands on your ass, my darling little whore. You won’t be cumming for weeks.”

Vic

They weren’t together! Of course not! And that girl was just an actress. Y/n had no reason to be jealous.

Except literal steam was coming out of her ears.

“Oh come on, Y/n, this is her night, can’t you just be supportive?” She whined to herself, hating the vile emotions taking over her.

What calmed her down? Chili, yes, she had to get to Chili. Y/n all but ran down the stairs to cuddle the little ball of fluff she adored so much… but oh who was there.

The blonde spun around, holding the puppy in her arms.

“Oh we did it Chili! Yes we did baby yeaaa” She exclaimed, joy buzzing though her.

“And look! Mommy is there too! Let’s go give her kisses!”

Victoria let Chili down, who instantly ran outside, and hurried over to Y/n.

“Babe! It’s up! What did you think- Y/n?” Her face dropped as she saw the smile Y/n was trying to fake.

“Yeah, I’m right here. How were the others feeling?”

“Don’t switch the topic. What’s wrong?”

Y/n examined Vic’s face as she said it. There was no denying she knew exactly what was bothering her.

“I think you know.” Y/n replied, confirming Vic’s thoughts.

“Oh amore…” She stood in the hallway, watching as Y/n walked away. And that second…a thought came to mind.

***

“Yes?” Y/n answered the soft nock on her door. Or their door. She didn’t even know what they were at this point.

“Puppy, will you come out please?”

Of course, it was Vic. What was she gonna do? Dress up in a onesie and have a movie night? Bake cookies?
Y/n shook her head, preparing herself for what was to come. It was the end, she could feel it in her bones.

“Yes?” She asked again, this time opening the door.

There was no one there. Repetitive, quick footsteps reached her ears, and she soon recognized them as Chili’s.

“Oh god, what did she do to you?” Y/n chuckled, as she saw the rose tied to Chili’s collar.

Nevertheless, she grabbed the flower, gave it a quick sniff and turned around to go back inside, but was interrupted by continuous barking.

“What?”

The dog refused to let her go back, and instead guided her downstairs. Well, it was official. Y/n was following a dog.

“If this is one of your mother’s plan-“

Her breath caught in her throat as she saw the view in front her. Dark red petals were carefully laid in two parallel lines, surrounding the couch. Lit candles appeared here and there and with the lights dimly lit, it was the perfect atmosphere.

What truly stunned her, was Victoria. A black latex set hugged her body in sinful ways. A short skirt, barely going past half of her ass was the only thing keeping her decency. A white garter surrounded her torso, leading up to her neck, where a long leash was clipped.

Her hair was wavy, cascading down her bare shoulders, make up still on and a lustful smirk on her face.

“I think there must have been a misunderstanding earlier.” Her husky voice sent shivers throughout Y/n, despite being so far away.

“And is sex supposed to solve it?”

Vic chuckled, and eyed Y/n up and down. They both knew what was about to come wasn’t just sex.

“Well, I was going to say you do have quite an array of choices this time. Wax, your favorite toys, ropes, chocolate syrup” she popped the last p, bringing Y/n’s attention to her painted lips. “Oh and, you also have control.”

Y/n let out a shaky breath, her pupils dilating and legs shaking as Vic looked down at the leash, tugging it playfully.

“Claim me, amore.”

Thomas

“Oh Y/n! And it was so cool! Honestly, what’s better than colored lights and smashing a guitar on Damiano’s head?” He laughed, walking into the room.

“This.”

Y/n closed the lights, a red line illuminating the frame of the bed and the edges of each wall. Pulling on the belt keeping her coat together, she let it all fall as Thomas turned around.

His mouth fell wide open, seeing Y/n. The only thing covering her body were a few strings filled with diamonds cascading down her body like the crystal clear water on a mountain trail.

“You’ve been such a good boy, Thommy. So nice, so excited… but I fear you’re getting pretty confident in the whole bad boy thing. Let’s give you a little lesson, hm?” She whispered, walking closer to Thomas, an infinite slow step by another.

His mouth still hung open, eyes wide as a doe’s, as he took in Y/n’s form.

“What?” He asked, snapping back to reality.

Y/n frowned, breathing loudly out her nose, and softly grabbed him by the nape of his neck, pulling him up against her stomach.

“The polite way to address me when you aren’t paying attention, is -excuse me, mommy?-. You understand that, right?”

“Yes, sorry.” He stuttered, adoration and lust still filling his eyes.

“Such a good boy for me. Go ahead and take your clothes off sweetheart.”

Thomas nodded quickly and began doing what she asked of him. He unbuttoned his shirt as swiftly as he could, followed by his pants and underwear, all while maintaining eye contact with Y/n.

“Good job. Now sit down on the bed. I want your hands on your knees, looking right at me. You won’t be moving, talking or making any sound unless I tell you to. I won’t have to tie you down, will I?”

“No, mommy.” He was quick to answer, doing as she asked once more and fixating his gaze on her.

Y/n hummed in response as she took a seat in front of him. She leaned back, resting against the wall and closed her eyes. A hand traveled down all the diamonds decorating her body, landing on one of her boobs. She began massaging it slowly, softly, letting out sweet, sweet gasps which quickly informed Thomas of what she would do to him.

Y/n opened her eyes and met his hungry, desperate gaze. Oh how she loved seeing him like this. Another hand came up, replicating her movements on her other boob.

Soon, she was a mess of moans, rolling her head back in sync with each squeeze. Patience ran out of her, so she began trailing a hand down her body. Her middle finger was on her clit, rubbing small circles around it, as the other kept playing with her nipple.

“Oh, bunny, you don’t even know how good this feels-“ She moaned, inserting a finger and starting to pump it inside of her.

Opening her eyes temporarily, she saw how hard Thomas was.

“Oh baby, you look pathetic.” Another moan, and Thomas’s dick twitched, aching with need.

She added another finger and began increasing the pace, trembling and squirming, pleasure enveloping her body. Her moans and yelps got louder and more frequent, until she finally came with a loud ‘fuck’.

As she trembled and gasped for breath, she heard Thomas whine, and what she could tell was a tear on his face.

Once calm, she copied Thomas’s position, her eyelids half closed from the arousal.

“Oh bunny, no need to cry.” She cooed him, grinning at how easily she could rile him up.

“You’ve been a good boy. Mommy’s right here. Come to me.” She said, opening her legs, and giving a Thomas a signal.

She would make sure her little puppy would be rewarded for the video.

Damiano

Y/n laughed as she saw the last scene. Damiano getting in a car and driving off with an ill feeling about the song. Well, considering how many times he was killed in that video, she wasn’t surprised.

Looking up from the screen, she saw her boyfriend, frowning at her, arms crossed and a poorly contained smile.

“No fair. I got killed three times. I even got drowned in piss!” He exclaimed, offended, seeking Y/n’s pity.

“Oh amore, aren’t you cute. Come here.” She gestured towards him, opening her arms which were soon filled by his warm body.

He plopped on Y/n’s body, nuzzling his head into her neck and breathing in her sweet scent.

“What can I do so you won’t be this bummed out?” She cooed, playing with his hair and rubbing circles on his back.

Damiano closed his eyes, sighing at the feeling of contact and, well, the answers he could give to Y/n’s question. A weird wave of shyness washed over him, however, and he suddenly found himself burning, cheeks as red as his blood in the video. He had way to many thoughts.

Y/n’s cold hand was pressed below his chin, pulling his face towards her, as she smirked at his evident blush.

“Aw, Dami, embarrassed all of a sudden? Come on. If you sit up on my lap and look me in the eyes while telling me what you want to do tonight, I won’t tease you at all.”

Oo. A deal. And, considering how many times Damiano cried for Y/n to let him cum, it was a deal he wanted to take.

He nodded softly as he stood up, resting comfortably on Y/n’s hips.

“I really missed you, baby.” He spoke, even more nervous than when he was cuddle up against Y/n.

She smiled lovingly at him, squeezing his thighs reassuringly.

“I want to see you in that underwear you wore on my birthday. I want to- I want to kiss you everywhere before taking it off.”

Why was he so red and why was his voice so shaky? He was so good at dirty talking… what happened now?

Damiano gulped loudly, trying to avert his gaze before remembering Y/n’s deal.

“Maybe this will help relax you a bit?” Y/n asked, pressing her hand against Damiano’s grown.

His head rolled back, inhaling sharply before regaining his composure. Oh that definitely helped.

“After that, I want to take it off with my teeth. I want to put an ice cube in my mouth and trail it down your body until I get to your pussy. I want to press it against your clit and push it inside of you. I want to hear you scream my name tonight, amore.” He continued, grinding into Y/n’s palm, which was wrapped softly around his dick.

“How else. Go ahead. Tell me everything.”

“I want to tie you to the bed and and eat you out until you’ll see stars. I want to grind into you and feel my dick bulging against your stomach. Tomorrow morning, everyone will know who’s you are. If the screams wouldn’t have clarified it, the hickeys will.

Y/n chuckled, feeling herself get wet at the thought of what they were gonna do. Deciding she had enough of embarrassing Damiano, she pushed him off, earning a dissatisfied yelp, and began walking up the stairs.

“You’ll find me dressed up upstairs with all we need in five minutes. Grab the ice.”

[ava-achlys]

The Boyz NSFW Scenarios

Sohn Youngjae (Eric) - Kiss Me If You Can

Eric x fem! reader

Warnings: thigh fucking, unprotected sex, unrequited feelings, angst, smoking (just a lil bit sorry)

Everyone in this story is of age, let's just say you're a tad older than Eric. And yeah, can you tell I have a thing for shy Eric? I hope I didn't make it too OOC though. Also if you don't like smoking you can pretend you're just having a drink or something, I just felt like including it.

Eric had a crush on his sister's best friend. Little did he know the girl of his (wet) dreams would surprise him.

Your best friend's parents were out of town for the weekend, and she was left in charge of taking care of their house. Naturally, you were invited to stay for a sleepover, and you were excited, picking out cute outfits and games to bring with you. It's been a while since you got to hang out at their place, and you were looking forward to movie night and chilling in pajamas all day.

You ring the doorbell and a mop of pink hair greets you at the door. You blink in surprise before engulfing the boy in a tight hug. "Eric! You keep growing every time I see you~" you coo, ruffling his already messy pink hair. Eric blushes, his cheeks turning the color of his hair as he rubs the back of his neck shyly. "It's good to see you too, noona," he smiles, before yelling for his sister. The moment she came down to greet you, he ducked upstairs, uncharacteristically shy and quiet.

You hug your best friend and ask her if Eric's okay. She rolls her eyes and chuckles "He's just going through a late puberty I guess." You tilt your head, slightly confused, but you let the topic go, opting to ask about it again later. You head upstairs to her room to unpack your things, noticing that Eric's door was shut.

You two go about your day, catching up while you waited for your lunch order to be delivered. You had offered to pay for everyone's lunch, including Eric's which caused your friend to whine, saying having Eric around was going to ruin your fun. You brushed her off. Eric was a good kid, albeit a tad boisterous. Maybe he just had a lot on his mind, and you were determined to help him out. You go upstairs to tell him the food was here, but his door was locked and his music was turned up to the max.

You knocked loudly for a while, when suddenly the music stops, and you hear his feet shuffling. He opens the door a crack, his hair even messier than before, looking flushed and out of breath. "W-what is it noona?" He stammered. You smile at him, telling him his food had arrived and he was welcome to join you at the table. He gulped and nodded, saying he'd be down in a few before slamming the door shut. Again, you were confused. Did you do something wrong? You shake your head gently and go back downstairs, where your friend had already started eating her food, looking at you like a deer in headlights, and apologising around a mouthful of food. You just chuckle and start eating too.

Finally Eric arrives, padding softly to the table, dressed in an oversized sweatsuit and fuzzy unicorn slippers. You internally coo at how adorable he looks, and you can't help but reach out a hand to ruffle his locks. He beams at you as he thanks you for the food, and he digs right in. You naturally pull him into the conversation, and just like old times, all three of you are having a loud conversation, mainly the two siblings bickering and you laughing at their antics. You catch Eric's eyes and they're sparkling with joy and you're happy that he's comfortable around you again.

Evening rolls around and you get ready for a movie night with your best friend. You decide to watch the movie in her room, since she wants to try out her new projector. You change into a thin tank top, cute lacy panties and some loose pajama shorts. Your friend wolf whistles at your outfit, and you chuck a pillow at her, finally settling down to watch a new horror movie. You curl up under the blankets, shrieking and hugging each other during the jumpscares.

Eric hides away in his room after dinner, his head in his hands. He's slightly disappointed with himself, having dyed his hair your favorite shade of pink, and you hadn't said a word about it all day. Not to mention you nearly caught him jacking off before lunch. He splays out on his bed, hearing you yelp in fear from the next room, thinking about how he'd hold you close and protect you, even if he too was scared of the movie. He lets his imagination wander, thinking about how nice it would be to cuddle with you, to hold your warm hands, to rest his cheek against your hair.

Eric groans into a pillow. You never saw him as more than a kid, just your best friend's little brother, he thinks bitterly. He was glad that you bothered to include him in your activitties earlier that day, because he adored every moment spent with you. Your laugh, your smile, the way you'd pat his head affectionately. You were always so sweet to him, and he didn't want to risk this friendship. He'll take this secret to the grave, and he swears he'll try to behave as normally as possible tomorrow. For now, he decides to head downstairs for a glass of water, realising his throat was dry.

He tiptoes past his sister's room, and it's quiet, save for his sister's snoring. He's surprised that you two fell asleep so easily despite just finishing a horror movie. He shrugs and continues downstairs when he stops dead in his tracks. You were looking out the kitchen window, smoking a cigarette, your beautiful features illuminated by the soft moonlight. His throat runs even drier when he realises you're just in your lacy panties and a thin tanktop that left little to the imagination.

He gulps audibly and you turn to see him standing in the kitchen doorway, stock still. He's about to bolt back upstairs when you call his name, grabbing his wrist. He turns slowly back to you, keeping his eyes firmly on your bunny slippers. "Why are you still up, Eric?" Your soft voice snaps you out of his reverie. "J-just wanted to get some water, don't mind me," he chuckled weakly. You grow concerned, and watched him as he waddled to the fridge, downing some cold water hurriedly. He chokes on the liquid in his haste, and you rush to help him.

He stiffens as your rub your warm hands up and down his back soothingly. He bites his lips to suppress the moan bubbling in his throat, mentally willing his raging hard-on to go back down before you noticed it. "Mmmh, I'm fine, noona, t-thank you," he mumbles. You reach up to run your fingers through his hair, chastising him gently. "Be careful, Eric, that could have been dangerous," you murmured. Time seemed to stop as you both stood there in silence, your nails pleasantly caressing his scalp, and he leans into your touch. You hum as you played with his pink locks.

"I forgot to mention, you look gorgeous with this pink hair. Did you know it's my favorite shade of pink?" Eric blushes again, shaking his head, pretending he didn't know. He looks down at your lips, curved into a sweet smile just for him. "You're gorgeous, noona, can I kiss you please?" He breathes, not realising he said that out loud. His eyes widen in shock as he hears his voice betray his thoughts, slapping a hand over his mouth. You're dazed, late realization hitting you like a truck. His shyness, the locked door, messy hair, panting, and the awkward walking. Speaking of which, you glance down to see a tent in his sweatpants, and you gulp nervously.

Eric looks like he's about to cry and run away again, but you hold his hand, pulling it away from his mouth. You look into his eyes and cup his red cheeks. "Do you mean it? Do you want to kiss me?" you ask him gently. He nods slowly, shutting his eyes tight. You lean in and gently press your lips against his, eliciting a shaky moan from the boy as he nervously grips your waist. You kiss him deeply and slowly, licking into his mouth everytime he moaned. His tongue pressed against yours, and you keen at how the cold metal of his tongue piercing rubs against your lips.

You stood there, making out sweetly, when he picks you up and sits you on the counter, slotting himself between your legs. Finally you two pull apart and he rests his forehead against yours, breathing deeply. "That was..." you trail off, unsure of what to say. "-better than anything I ever dreamed of," Eric finishes, his hands fidgeting with the hem of your top. A smile creeps onto your face, and you decide to tease him. "Yeah? What else did you dream about me, baby?" Eric's breath stutters at the pet name, and he sinks down so your pussy was at his eye level, his warm hands rubbing your thighs.

You look down at him, panties getting wet with excitement. "Shall I show you noona?" He exhales, his index finger barely grazing the wet patch on your panties. His mind was running a thousand miles an hour, blood pounding in his ears. Was he about to ruin this friendship? He was about to back out and apologise but when you nodded yes, he dived right in. He kissed your folds through your panties and nudged your throbbing clit with his nose, causing you to moan. Your thighs start shaking from the anticipation and he pulls your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening pussy.

He leans back down and starts licking up your folds, sucking harshly on your clit. He laps hungrily at your pussy, sticking his tongue into your hole every now and then. You mewl at the feeling, grabbing his pink locks and he moans at the sweet taste of your juices and the way you pull his hair. His hot breath on your most sensitive parts sends shivers down your spine and you yelp when he reaches up to grab at your breasts as he continued to make out with your cunt. He thumbs your hard nipples as he fucks his tongue into you, spit and pussy juices running down his chin.

You push his face deeper into you and your other hand is clamped over your mouth, barely concealing your delightful whimpers and moans. Eric revels in your sounds, chest swelling with pride at how good he's making you feel. "I'm so close, baby," you mumble, and he shoves two fingers into you as he sucks and laps at your clit. He pumps his fingers into you as his other hand massages your tit, and you're going crazy with all the stimulation. A few more thrusts of his fingers is all it takes before you're clenching on his digits, thighs shaking as you ride your orgasm out, as Eric rubs and kisses your thighs.

You lean back onto the counter, panting harshly, as Eric slowly pulls his fingers out, staring at the glistening digits before putting them in his mouth. He sucks them clean, moaning at the taste of your cum, and leans over you to capture your lips, making you taste yourself. He nuzzles your neck and grinds his hard cock on your thigh through his sweats. You want to return the favor, but you don't have any condoms. "Can I... can I fuck your thighs please noona?" Eric bashfully asks, and you want to kiss him breathless again at how innocent he looks, asking permission for such a filthy thing.

You pull him close and he takes that as a yes, pulling down his sweats that had a wet patch on the front from all his leaking precum. You eye his impressive length, teasing him for not wearing any underwear. "It's as if you were planning this the whole time, huh, cutie?" He smiles at the new petname, but shakes his head no. He definitely hadn't planned on fucking you on the kitchen counter tonight, but the universe has its ways of making his wettest dreams come true, apparently. He gathers a mix of the slick from your throbbing pussy and the precum off his aching cock and slathers your inner thighs with it, before pressing them together.

He slots his cock between your smooth thighs and he groans at the feeling. He immediately starts thrusting his hips, his balls slamming into the back of your thighs. You know your legs are going to be bruised the next morning with how hard he's gripping your flesh, but you were starting to enjoy being manhandled and used by someone younger than you, who you never really considered more than a kid. Here he was, proving you wrong, and you loved every single moment of it. He watches as your tits bounce with every snap of his hips and he's starting to go cross-eyed with pleasure. You reach up to pull his hair again, knowing how much he likes it. Soon enough, he cums all over your torso, milky white fluid splattering across your heaving chest and tummy.

He rocks slowly to a stop and pulls out his softening dick from your thighs. You pull him in for another kiss, a gentle one this time, as you quietly thank him for showing you a good time. He helps clean you up in silence and you both head back upstairs, sharing one last kiss before going into seperate bedrooms before your friend wakes up and suspects anything. Eric falls asleep with his heart full and he can't wait to share more moments like that with you. Morning comes quickly and Eric joins you both for breakfast, and then spends most of the day with you again. He basks in the extra attention you shower him with, happy to make you laugh and sharing food and cuddles on the couch.

All too soon it's time for you to go home and Eric pulls you aside to speak privately. He plays with your fingers nervously as he stammers out an invitation to a picnic date the next weekend. You chuckle, pulling your hands out of his grasp and ruffle his hair the way he likes it. "I don't think so, baby. You're cute and all, and I had a lot of fun last night, but this-" you gesture between the two of you, "-can't be a thing. You're my best friend's little brother. I'm sorry cutie. But I'll see you next week, alright?" You kiss him on the cheek and pat it apologetically, before grabbing your things and heading off to your car.

Eric balls his hands into fists tightly, eyes shimmering with tears, a bitter taste left in his mouth as he watches you drive off. He can't breathe and it feels like he just got stabbed in the chest. He should have known it was too good to be true. And the worst part is: if you ever decide to ask him for another night like that, he wouldn't dare say no. He'd please you forever if you asked him to; never mind the bleeding hole in his heart. He'd do anything to bring you happiness, even if it meant sacrificing his own.

A/N: I wrote this off the top of my head and it's unedited, so please forgive me for any errors, I'll come back to edit soon or even change the title. Also please forgive me for hurting our sweet baby Youngjae 🙏🏽😭

[mercy-burning]

Nightfall

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: After a near-death experience on the job and dark nightmares that follow, Reader and Spencer find comfort in each other. Category: ANGST / FLUFF (hurt/comfort?) / ***OPTIONAL SMUT ENDING (18+)*** Warnings: A nightmare sequence that includes brief mentions of a chainsaw, dismemberment, and blood/gore, heavy crying, basically it’s just very sad and dark, but comforting and soft at the end | SMUT includes: handjob, cum eating, shower sex, oral sex (female receiving), penetrative sex, unprotected sex Word Count: 1.6k | 3.3k

Full Request: “Could you do a spencer fic where the reader wakes up from a night terror due to nearly dying on a recent case, and leaves the bed and Spencer panics because he can’t find them in the bedroom, and it becomes a mutual comfort fic where Spencer’s trying to calm both him and the reader down with just lots of angst and fluff?...” — @willowrose99

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NOTE: Y’all, I can’t believe this is the final 1k request!! I’ve had so much fun writing these, so thank you for sending them in, reading, reblogging them, and for celebrating this milestone with me!!

This one’s a little... dark. And extremely sad. I actually, like, sobbed writing this, so I apologize in advance. It also gets a little horror movie-esque during the nightmare sequence, so I apologize if that’s not your thing (I’ve been watching a shit-ton of horror movies lately and I love it lol) ANYWAY, I hope you enjoy this final request! Thank you again for celebrating with me, it means the world ❤

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It started with flashes of light, faintly resembling fireworks as they shot through the nightfall, albeit silently. They were constant, red and blue and— They were police lights... But he should have heard sirens to accompany them, right? Why weren't there sirens? If he tried hard enough, though, through the loud thumping in his ears, he could faintly make out a high pitched whine. Or... was it a cry?

Crying.

No—sobbing.

Screaming.

It was at this point that Y/N had awaken, screaming almost at the top of her lungs as she startled forward in bed. Though it took a few painstakingly long seconds to realize where she was and that she was safe, at home with Spencer and bathed in the deep sound of silence, she still felt the hum of the chainsaw and it's loud groaning as it descended closer and closer above her neck. It was loud, haunting, and even as she furiously rubbed at her eyes, the images and sounds wouldn't go away.

She stumbled from the bed and trembled the entire way to the bathroom, so enraptured in terror that she was entirely unaware that Spencer had only merely jumped in his sleep at the sound of her screaming.

Meanwhile his dream continued, that high crying sound fading into some sort of tune that resembled a music box... As he made his way through the flashing lights, they also seemed to dissipate, eventually leading him to one single streetlight in the middle of a field. But underneath it stood a large pile of dirt, something glistening on top of it as it... spun?

He approached the dirt, only to notice it was, in fact, a music box that he was hearing. Each note grew louder and louder as he crouched down to get a closer look, and without warning it started to smell like... rotting flesh. It was unmistakable. But... why? There weren't any bodies around, only the music box rotating on a pile of...

It was a grave.

And right as he finally recognized the tune coming from the music box, which served as some type of headstone, Spencer was pushed back, the dirt rumbling until something shot up from the grave, sending the music box shattering in front of him into pieces.

It couldn't be... I saved her, she's not... It can't be her...

The tune was her favorite song. And as the music box sat broken in front of him, he realized it was also a gift to her from her late mother.

But it couldn't have been her...

The streetlight flickered heavily as whatever shot up out of the grave started to come into better view. Arms outstretched, until the left one gave off a glow that pulsed at its ring finger— A glittering diamond ring that he'd picked out years ago and had sat on her hand ever since.

But it couldn't have been her...

The arm fell clean off the figure with a loud thud, and then it dissolved into a pool of crimson, the glittering ring laying right in the middle, untouched and untainted by the gore. The rest of the figure trembled heavily until he heard the tune again— Only now, it was her voice. It lowly hummed the melody as a head came into view, slowly revealing her face.

But... It couldn't have been her...

Spencer trembled as her voice continued to hum, each note becoming more warped and drowned out until suddenly, the streetlight stopped flickering and remained blinding.

There was no mistake anymore.

Under the harsh white light, Y/N's tattered, dirty and bloody body was sitting up in a pile of dirt like it might have once been sand at a beach. Her left arm was a pool of boiling blood next to her, and the ring still laid there, as sparkly and ethereal as ever—the only good thing that remained.

"Why didn't you save me?" she drawled, her voice deep and warped. The terror grew and grew in the pit of his stomach as he watched her head, a thin, red line at her neck getting larger and larger as it tilted... Farther and farther to the left, until finally, she laughed, and it snapped clean off her body and into the pool of blood that once was her left arm.

All he could do was shake violently, his mouth open in a silent scream as the wind nearly knocked him out.

When Spencer woke up, he couldn't breathe.

His eyes shot open and his hand clutched at his chest as he tried to catch his breath. And even as he blinked rapidly, gradually realizing it was all a dream and that he was at home, his breath slowly coming back to him, the shaking he was experiencing was still very real.

The first thing he did was reach for her hand, her body, anything to let him know that she was with him.

And all he found underneath his fingers was a cold sheet.

"Y/N?" he whimpered out, turning frantically to see if he could spot her. His heart beat frantically in his chest to the point where it's all he could hear, panic starting to settle in his bones even as he scrambled out of bed and went searching for her.

On shaky legs, Spencer travelled throughout the house, a purchase they'd made only a year ago. It still hadn't entirely felt like home, but after being married for four years whilst traveling everywhere for work, they'd come to terms with that fact that home was wherever they were together. But right now the Reid house felt more foreign than usual, because things were bad, and Spencer couldn't find his wife anywhere. His home was with her, and without her, without home, he was empty.

When he stumbled into the bathroom, swinging the door open and turning on the light with fumbling, shaky hands, he heard a yelp coming from the direction of the bathtub. And when his eyes landed on his wife, huddled in an empty tub and visibly shaking just as badly as he was, his world corrected just a little bit.

"Baby?" he whispered, silently asking if it was alright to approach her.

All she did was stare blankly at him, her body trembling as tears silently streamed down her face. Her bottom lip was wobbling, and it was then that he knew she wouldn't be able to speak.

"Y—You had a bad dream, too?" he whispered again. She nodded, still shaking, and the tiny sob that cracked through her closed lips gave him permission to move forward.

He was still anxious as he got in the tub with her, cuddling up next to her and letting her fall tirelessly into his open arms. He hugged her tightly, resting his chin on the top of her head and feeling tears of his own start to well in his eyes as her breathing labored. This time he could audibly hear her breathing, just as shaky as her body was, and even though she made no sound, it didn't take a genius to understand that she was silently sobbing.

The wetness from her tears soaked through his thin tee shirt, and with every second she hugged him tighter and tighter, her breathing getting heavier until she eventually let out one, huge screaming sob that shattered his heart in two. His own tears fell hot like streams of liquid fire down his face as they cemented into the top of her head and spread throughout her own body, expelling themselves through screeches of emotional pain and a tight grip.

It was a vicious cycle that only slowed when Spencer fell backwards, causing them to fall down and Y/N to choke out a sob-infused fit of uncontrollable laughter. It was chaotic and cathartic, a vessel of release that felt very much like home to them despite the coldness that had infiltrated their dreams and made them feel hopeless and scared.

Just being there together, holding each other as they cried, slowly washed that hopelessness away until their cries became laughs, which then dissolved into a sweet, comfortable silence that further cemented the fact that they'd only been dreams.

This? Right now? This was real.

Spencer's hand gently combing back his wife's hair as it fell in her face and threatened to stick to her mouth? That was real.

Y/N's clutch on her husband's tee shirt that was sure to leave wrinkles and tear stains, the thought of the moment when he'd inevitably joked that she 'leaked' all over him making her laugh? That was real.

It wasn't long before the two of them drifted off into near-unconsciousness, laying down uncomfortably in the porcelain tub but too afraid to move that they'd endure it for the night.

Y/N loosened her clutch on Spencer's shirt, taking to placing each of her hands on his chest instead as she nuzzled her face into his neck. Her cheeks were itchy with dried tears, and the dampness of his shirt from the same thing felt oddly comforting pressed coolly against her palms.

"I love you, Spencer," she whispered.

The gravel in her voice slightly made his heart sink, but it rose again when she pressed the most loving kisses to his neck, conveying all the love and appreciation and warmth that they could. He glanced down at her hands, the glittering ring on the left one looking rather dull compared to his nightmare. But then she twitched her hand, and under the soft blue tint of the bathroom light, it glinted in a quick flash.

He placed one of his hands over hers, pressing a kiss to the top of her head before whispering back, "I love you, too."

***OPTIONAL SMUT ENDING***

Waking up in a bathtub was bound to be painful, but after such a deep, dreamless sleep, Spencer and Y/N found it somewhat comforting. It was strange waking up wrapped up in each other in a bathtub after a solid hour and a half of emotional wreckage the night before, sure, but once they realized where they were, the goofy, half-asleep smiles they adorned couldn't be of any greater comfort than a warm, soft bed.

Their wordless greetings began when Y/N ran her thumb gently across the planes of her husband's chest, letting him know she was awake. He did the same, running his thumb along the inside of her other arm. Soon after, it was her whole hand, tracing his entire torso up and down for a few cycles until she reached the hem of his shirt and slipped it underneath. She closed her eyes and sighed, kissing his neck while feeling goosebumps start to rise on his skin.

Her kisses became deeper and more sloppy when he reached out and clutched her other hand, lacing their fingers together and bringing them up to his mouth. He sighed over the back of her hand, and it didn't take very long for Y/N to feel his hips twitch against her, a familiar hardness bringing a cheeky smile to her lips.

Spencer felt it against his neck, and as his whole being went into a state of utter bliss as he wondered how one single being could have this great of an effect on him.

He was hyperaware of her wandering hand as it slipped out from under his shirt in favor of slipping into another fabric. The moment her delicate fingers grazed his dick, he groaned against her hand, giving it open-mouthed kisses that well-mirrored the ones she was currently giving his neck.

After a bit of fumbling around to get him free of his pajama pants and boxers, Y/N's hand was firmly wrapped around her husbands hard, ready cock. She swiped her thumb over the tip and spread around some of the precum there before humming into his neck and starting a quick, dry pace that allowed her to feel every dip and ridge of him. Spencer's head tilted back to give her more access to her neck, causing his forehead to softly thump against the cool porcelain of the tub.

And then she made sure to pay special attention to the underside of his tip, gently rubbing circles into it with her thumb as her tongue did the same to the weak spot on his neck. These two things together, naturally, had him tensing within a matter of seconds, his throat expelling a deep groan as his dick expelled his thick, warm release over her hand.

Y/N only groaned against his throat as he finished,=. And when he did, she brought her hand to her mouth and started to lick it clean as she sat up and straddled him.

"Good morning to you, too," Spencer sighed with a small laugh as he watched her sucking off her fingers. Though her shorts were still on, she started to rock against his thigh, using her other hand on the side of the tub as leverage. "I can help you out, you know," he offered, starting to sit up.

She had other plans, but the scratchiness in his voice—no doubt because he'd just woken up but also due to the crying last night—took those plans and threw them out the window. She'd let him do whatever he wanted, something that was a usual occurrence, but when it came to his morning voice she couldn't resist.

So she waited as he sat up, his hands immediately finding their way to her shirt, which he lifted and threw out of the tub. And then he used his thumbs to gently swipe over the peak of her breasts, leaning forward to kiss her neck ad mumble "I love you," into her skin. She sighed and grinded on his thigh again, each swipe of his thumbs over her hardened nipples giving a new jolt of pleasure with each grind. She gripped his hair softly, combing through it and twirling pieces of it around her fingers, her eyes fluttering closed and her mind going numb so as to completely live in the moment and focus on the way he touched her and loved her unconditionally.

Spencer brought one of his hands down to pull at the waistband of her shorts, and against her leg, Y/N felt him grow hard again. So she lifted her hips and let him slide her shorts and underwear down, and once she got them off her legs she tossed them out with her shirt and worked at his own clothes. Due to the small space in the bathtub, things were most certainly clumsy and impatient, but once the clothing barriers were gone for good, leaving them both completely bare, it was an easy feat to stand and get easy access to each other.

Y/N whined into his mouth as he pushed her against the shower wall, her hands exploring the planes of his hack and his ass while he reached behind her and turned the shower on. Water rained down on them, freezing at first, but it got warmer each second as they made out and let their hands roam.

Soon, though, one of Spencer's hands came down to grab Y/N's thigh, and she wrapped that leg around his waist, pulling him closer as she brought her hand down to line him up.

"You don't want me to use my mouth?" he whispered into her mouth in between kisses as she ran the head of his dick through her pussy.

"Mmm... Later," she sighed back, circling his tip over her clit a few times before deeply kissing him and using her leg to pull him closer. "Right now I need you inside me."

Who was he to deny her anything? So he slowly pushed into her, dropping his head to rest on her shoulder.

The water was arm now, mostly cascading down his back, but it rolled to the front of him, accenting every forward snap of his hips with a loud smack.  His thrusts were quick, but each time he went forward, he stayed there for a moment, not only to make sure he didn't go too fast and end up slipping, but also to gauge his wife's reactions— feeling her nails scratch lightly down his shoulders, the rumble her throat as she groaned at each slow circle of his hips as they connected with hers... His primary goal was to draw out every little noise and reaction from her until she was crying out with pleasure, honestly his favorite sound in the world.

The only thing that came close was when she begged.

"Baby, please," she whined, her hands reaching down to grab his ass. "I need more..."

Spencer groaned into her neck, granting her wish and setting a quicker pace drilling into her. She clenched her whole body around him, not only to draw out more pleasure, but to keep a good grip so they wouldn't fall. In the few times that they'd had sex in the shower prior to this, they'd always taken precautions by bending Y/N over the edge of the tub as he fucked her, though the floor usually ended up almost completely soaked with water by the end of it. Which, of course, was why they'd hardly ever done it.

But when you and your significant other wake up in the bathtub after a rough night, sometimes you just have to take advantage of the opportunity.

Everything seemed to work out, though, because it didn't take any time at all for them to get there. With one orgasm already under Spencer's belt and the constant thrumming of his dick against Y/N's g-spot, the two of them were only seconds away from losing themselves in blinding bliss.

Sure enough, his hips started to stutter, and she held his ass close to her as he stilled and came yet again. She cried out in high whines as her walls fluttered around him, and even as she came down, her grip on him remained, the sudden urge to be as close as possible to her husband outweighing any concern about overstimulation.

Even as he pulled out of her and started to kneel, Y/N kept her hands on him at all times, settling them finally in his wet hair as she sighed. "What are you doing?"

"You said later," is all he offered in response. "It's later."

And then he licked a long line along the inside of her thigh where his cum had started to drip out. The sight below her almost turned her on more than the touch itself, what with the way the water covered him and sprinkled his face as he looked up at her. Eventually though, the water in his eyes was too much, so he stuck to keeping them down as he gently ran his tongue through her pussy and cleaned her up, bringing on another impending orgasm for her in the process.

Y/N brushed his wet curls away from his face as he did it, gently tugging on them and rolling her hips slightly to get more friction. But he held them still, his way of telling her that he was going to take his time with her and that it would be worth it in the end.

And worth it it was. Anything he did would have been worth it, but Y/N couldn't deny the loud cries of intense pleasure as his tongue rapidly flicked over her clit, never slowing or picking up the pace. He kept at it, over and over and over until she was shaking above him, her grip in his hair so tight that it elicited moans of his own.

Once he could tell she was done, her grip becoming a little too tight, Spencer pulled away, pressing wet kisses along her body as he made his way back up to his feet.

"There," he said, kissing her cheek and then nuzzling into her neck once more. "And now we're even."

Y/N laughed, wrapping her arms around her husband and holding him tight as they stepped further into the water to wash up.

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Hey, strange ask, but that ask that compared Dimitri to a retriever inspired me to request either headcannons or a drabble of Dima magically being turned into a dog but his S/O doesn’t realize it’s him but he still follows them around and is super protective of them and hijinks ensues.

Y'know what, Friend Anon? This is fucking adorable.

This really ended up as more 'fluff' than 'hijinks' lol but I had fun with it, so there you are~

SFW - Gender Neutral Reader

What to make of this situation. Not only are you completely unable to track down Dimitri, but when you go to check his quarters, one of the monastery dogs has gotten into his room and is making an absolute scene. He's a lovely golden color, with blue eyes the likes of which you've never seen on a dog, and the moment you enter the room, he bounds up to you and circles around your feet until you're practically dizzy.

"Woah, hey there! How in the world did you get in here I wonder..." you mutter as you lower a hand to pat his head, "Have you seen Dimitri around, buddy? I can't seem to find him anywhere..."

Having only taken a moment to nudge his head into your touch, he rapidly becomes alert once more and begins an absolute fit of barking. At this rate, he'll disrupt the whole monastery.

"Hey, hey! No need for that, sshhhh, come on, everything's okay-" you try to soothe him, speaking softly as you kneel down to pat his head. He whines softly, but his tail is twitching back and forth just a little, so he must be at least a little comfortable with you. "Listen," you say, standing upright and straightening your clothes, "If you can behave, you can come with me while I look for Dimitri, okay?"

He barks once, and comes to stand directly beside you, almost throwing you off balance. You smile and scratch his ear for a moment, glad to have a companion on your quest.

And it quickly becomes evident that your companion took this quest very seriously indeed. On your way out of the dorms, you see a shock of red hair ahead, and wave down Sylvain to ask for any leads.

"Hey- I haven't been able to find Dimitri all day, have you seen him?"

"Hm? Not recently, sorry to say. Who's your friend?" he says with a smile at the dog beside you, "What a cutie! No comparison to you though, of course."

You slide past that last bit and say,

"Yeah, he was in Dimitri's room when I went to check for him, and he's just kind of... fond of me, I guess?"

"And who could blame him?" Sylvain says, smirking as he leans against the wall beside you, "Say, if you're still looking for Dimitri, why don't we go look for him together in town-"

He doesn't get to finish his suggestion- your canine ally is on him in a second. Up on his hind legs, he jumps against Sylvain, nearly winding him and sending him stumbling back a couple steps. The dog barks and snarls relentlessly, even as you do your best to calm him.

"Sorry, Sylvain! I- I think I should just keep going for now- thanks anyway!"

"Yup- yeah, no problem," he replies, doing his best to regain his easy smile, "Man, your new friend is a protective guy, huh. Take care of Y/N for me, alright?" he tells the dog as you two part.

It's not long before you run into Ingrid on her way out of the dining hall, an admittedly delicious looking meat skewer in hand. The dog trots ahead of you and barks to her- though not aggressively, so you figure she must have made a good impression on him somehow. Once again, you ask about Dimitri, and once again, you have no luck. Ingrid does slide a piece of beef off of the skewer in her hand and hold it out to the dog. He glances back at you. You nod, as if to tell him it's okay, and yet he looks hesitant. With some goading from both you and Ingrid, he very carefully takes the meat from her hand between his front teeth, then chews at it slowly.

"What a strange dog," Ingrid says with a furrowed brow, "I've never seen one so... reticent about food."

"Yeah, he's an odd one," you muse as he finishes his treat, "He's a good boy though, so it's nice having him along."

Maybe all he understood were the words "good boy," but regardless, his tail is now wagging so fast it seems to blur before your eyes.

You bid Ingrid farewell, and continue on your search.

By the time you think to check with Dedue, you've spent an embarrassingly large portion of your day aimlessly wandering and questioning guards and knights. Frankly, he should have been your first guess. Meanwhile, your canine friend has become a comfortable fixture in your day. You find yourself mindlessly chatting with him, and maybe it's just because he recognizes that you're speaking, but he tends to bark back in reply. But when you finally muse aloud that you ought to check in with Dedue, the dog circles you, letting out excited little yelps and barks.

"Okay, okay, I'm going!" you say with a laugh, and head towards the greenhouse side by side with your companion.

And yet, you're not expecting the darkened expression that crosses Dedue's face when you explain that you've lost Dimitri. Sure, you could understand a bit of concern- you're plenty concerned, and the longer this goes on, the more you worry that this could be a serious matter beyond a mere missed connection. But Dedue's voice and bearing are grave as he sets down a watering can and says,

"His highness had offered to help some of the magic students this morning. If anything has befallen him as a result of this..." he trails off, but the malice in his eyes is plain to see. Only the dog whimpering beside you breaks the uncomfortable silence that follows. He pads forward and nudges Dedue's hand with his snout. This small gesture seems to lighten his expression just the slightest bit- but it's something. Dedue sighs and looks to you again,

"I will help you search for him. You continue to look throughout the monastery grounds, and I will check likely classrooms and inquire among the mages. We will cover more ground this way."

You nod, but your canine friend seems agitated. Perhaps it's only Dedue's sullen mood- this does seem like a uniquely empathetic dog, after all. You pat his head gently and say,

"Well, let's try to think of anywhere we might've missed."

You say that, but reflecting on it, it's hard to imagine anywhere you haven't checked and re-checked. You'd done well to bolster your mood thus far, but the more time goes on, the more insidious anxiety starts to take root in your heart. Absently scratching at the dog's furry ears, you let out a sigh, which he seems to respond to by whining softly and nuzzling his face against you.

"I know, I'm sorry, I just... what if something's happened to him?" You say softly, barely more than a whisper.

You're merely wandering at this point, letting your feet aimlessly take you where they will. Eventually, you've found yourself at the training ground, and figure you may as well check here again. Unsurprisingly, Felix is here, among a small handful of other knights and soldiers. Careful to skirt around the edge of the grounds and not get in anyone's way, you approach him, and do your best to greet him cheerfully. Felix huffs and sheathes his sword, wiping sweat from his brow as he scrutinizes your expression.

"You look like a mess." he says, blunt as ever, though you know this is his way of expressing concern.

"Yeah, I- I can't find Dimitri anywhere- I feel like I've looked everywhere twice by now, and no one's seen him since morning, and-" you can't help rambling a bit, a hint of a crack in the back of your throat, "I just couldn't forgive myself if something happened to him- so..."

"I haven't seen him, if that's what you're getting at," Felix says with a hand on his hip. Then, he sighs at your crestfallen expression, "Cut it out, will you? You look ridiculous when you sulk like that. And if the Boar sees you like this, I'll have to watch him sulking too."

You manage an awkward half-smile,

"You're right- thanks, Felix."

You hear your name from across the plaza and turn to see Dedue with Annette in tow. As you turn to meet them, you could swear you hear Felix say something to the dog that trails a few feet behind you. While you're none the wiser, he mutters,

"If you're planning to hang around Y/N all day, you'd better look out for them, got it? They look more like a lost puppy than you do. That stupid Boar had better show up soon."

The dog gives a soft little whine, and gently nuzzles Felix's hand. With an exasperated sigh and a roll of his eyes, Felix in turn scratches at his neck, his expression softening just slightly.

Then, those golden ears perk up at your voice,

"Dimitri?!"

He turns and immediately bounds towards you, jumping up and licking at your face with his tail wagging at full speed. You laugh and ruffle his fuzzy head, then turn back to Annette and say,

"Well, he responds to it, so maybe you're right! But... you're sure the only thing we can do is wait for it to wear off?"

"I'm afraid so..." she replies, coming to stand beside you, "Say, Dimitri- if this is really you, could you please walk in a circle around me and then Dedue, then come back and stand in front of Y/N?"

He follows her request without question. Her instructions are far too complex to follow without extensive training, and with no gestures or encouragement to guide him, it seems almost certain that this dog is in fact your lovely Dimitri. You're eyes burn with the threat of tears, and it only now occurs to you how worried you'd been all day.

"Well, Dimitri, it seems we've had quite a day together," you say fondly, kneeling down to wrap your arms around him, "You make a really cute dog, but I think you'll be cuter when that magic wears off- so come back soon, okay?"

[thewildomega]

Second Chance Final Chapter

Last Chapter! HAPPY BIRTHDAY POPS!

Hearing the lightest noise he moved his arm over to pull his wife back to his chest but when his appendage found nothing but the covers he snapped his eyes open. Looking to the spot she was supposed to be sleeping he saw nothing but an empty bed and then turned to his back as he realized what he had heard. Glancing to the window he saw it barely dawn and sighed. Sitting up and tossing the covers to the side he stood from the bed and made his way across the dimly lit room. Pushing open the bathroom door, steam moved out around him as he quietly walked over to the shower. Peeking around the stone wall he saw her standing there under the spray of the hot water. She had her back to him and hadn't seemed to notice him as she went about washing her hair. Allowing his eyes to follow the suds as they ran down her back and over her ass he licked his lips and felt his cock twitch. As quietly as he could he stepped into the shower behind her and wrapped his arms around her middle, holding her close to him as she let out a small yelp in surprise and flinched. 

"God what is wrong with you? I swear I am going to hang a bell around your neck." you told him, hearing him chuckle. 

"I should be the one asking what is wrong with you, waking up at the crack of dawn." he told her in a deep voice still laced with sleep. 

"I guess I just got used to it with work." you shrugged. 

Humming he leaned back some so she coudl finish rinsing her hair but rubbed his hands up and down her wet hips, giving a squeeze when his lust started growing. "Well you don't have to wake up to work anymore so how about you catch up on some missed years of sleep lass." Hearing her only hum that she wasn't tired in response he ran his hand over her hair as she finished rinsing it out. "Then I'll just have to fix that won't I?" Kissing her neck and shoulder he noticed the marks there from only a few days ago and grinned. Nipping at the sensitive spot she had he felt her flinch and smirked into the nape of her neck. Moving his hands back down to her hips he gave a firm squeeze. 

You didn't get time to react before he was spinning you around and claiming your lips with his. Grabbing his shoulders to keep from falling as he backed you up into the shower wall you let your eyes slip close, the captain quick to dominate the kiss. 

Rolling his tongue around her mouth he bent down to grab the back of both of her thighs, lifting her up so he could stand straight. The water was running down his face some and over his body but he couldn't give a damn. Pushing his hand up her thigh some so he could rub her slit he felt a slickness there and grinned into her mouth. As his finger slipped into her she moaned around his mouth. Pinning her against the wall he pumped his first one then two of his fingers in and out of her. His cock was already rock hard and he knew he wouldn't be able to hold back much longer but he was always sure about readying her. Kissing down her throat he nipped and sucked at her skin, feeling her fingers grip his shoulders and back a little harder. Lifting her up a little higher he felt her tense but when he took her nipple into his mouth her back was soon trying to arch off the wall. Sucking on her breast and working her sex with his fingers he soon felt her walls clenching around his digits. Smirking around her nipple as he listened to her cry out in bliss he let her pebble leave his mouth with a 'pop'. Lowering her down he pressed the head of his cock against her entrance and slowly impaled her on him. 

Still not fully over your first orgasm you felt your toes curl as Ed lowered you onto his cock. Even after being married now for two months your body still wasn't used to the stretch that came with taking your soulmate. He never pushed you though, he was always patient, always asking if you were alright. Holding onto the thick muscles of his shoulders you turned your face to catch his lips as he moved to kiss you once again. Ever so slowly he started moving you, sometimes holding you to the wall so he could thrust his own hips. 

Kissing her lips roughly he felt that pressure building in his lower pelvis and growled. Breaking the kiss he trailed his mouth down her chin and her throat to give attention there as he reached over to turn off the water. Holding her now with one hand gripping her ass and the other pushing up to hold her back he turned and started towards the bedroom. 

You knew what he was doing, "Ed no. The bed is going to get all wet and ahh..." Tensing a bit when he bit a little harshly at your neck you felt him lick over it with the flat of his large tongue, soothing the pain. 

" 't'll dry." he mumbled around her skin. Sucking marks into her neck and throat he laid her down on her back for a moment but didn't move onto the bed himself only leaned over her. Pulling out of her he kissed his way down her body, stopping to nip at both of her nipples before continuing on. Getting to the treasure between her thighs he licked his lips before diving in. Lapping up her slit he wasted no time before pushing his tongue into her. Swallowing down what she had to give him he flicked the tip over her clit and smirked when her body gave a flinch. 

He held your hips still when they went to move, smacking your thigh and making you whimper as your second orgasm peaked. With your back arching as best it could you moaned your love's name in ecstasy until your voice was hoarse. After another climax that was more intense than the first your body fell to the bed. As his tongue lapped at you again you recoiled or at least you tried to but if the strongest man in the world didn't want you moving, you weren't going anywhere. Whimpering you tugged on his thick calloused fingers as his mouth continued it's assault on your now overstimulated pussy. "E...ed... pl...please. No...ah...nomoreplease...."

Grinning he gave one last long lap up her quivering cunt, kissing her pubic mound. Standing back to full height from where he had moved to kneel he rubbed her thighs, allowing his eyes to rake over her breathtaking form. Getting an idea he felt his painfully hard cock twitch. Licking his lips he pushed his hand under her lower back and gently moved her up to the middle of the bed before he flipped her over to lay on her front. This seemed to maker her tense some but he rubbed her back and down to her supple ass cheeks. "Ya trust me darlin'?" he asked and saw her nod. Humming he grinned softly and leaned down to kiss between her shoulder blades. Peppering the soft skin of her back with kisses he held himself up with one hand while the other pushed under her lower abdomen and lifted her up so she was on her knees with her top half still on the bed. 

You stayed completely still as he moved you, focusing on his soft lips currently kissing your back.  When you felt the tip of his member press against your pussy again your eyes fluttered close as he entered you. His cock was hitting all new spots from this angle and your eyes were quick to roll back behind your lids. It just felt so damn good and based on his deep groans and grunts you imagined it felt good to him as well. As soon as he was in his hand moved to grip your hip in what you knew had to be a bruising hold. As his hips pulled back and snapped back into your ass you couldn't stop the moan that left your lips. 

Rocking his hips into her ass he closed his eyes as the pleasure got too great. She was tight to begin with but this position made it almost impossible to enter her. Adjusting himself to hold his body above hers with his forearm he was now directly over her own body and dipped his head to nip and kiss at her shoulder. It didn't take too long before he felt her walls fluttering around his shaft. "Gonna cum for me lass?" he asked, his voice deep and gravely. When she gave a soft whine he chuckled softly and kissed her neck. "Come on darlin' just one more time tonight." Dipping the hand on her hip under her, he stroked her swollen little bud with the pad of his middle finger. In no time at all she was crying out again, her walls constricting around him like a vice and sending him into his own climax. 

You barely registered the deep groaning as it vibrated the area on your neck and shoulder. The pooling heat in your pelvis and the powerful grip he had on your body making your orgasm seem to last longer. Gripping the bedding so hard your knuckles turned white you trembled slightly as the both of your highs began to subside, a feeling of extreme fatigue hitting you. Unable to register much you gasped weakly as his cock slipped from you, your body flinching. 

Knowing his wife was well past her limit he grinned softly as he helped lay her down on their bed. Kissing her hip he stood and moved to go clean himself up. Grabbing a rag he rung out the hot water from it and moved to clean her up as well. Seeing the river of white leaking from her made him want to go another round but he shook his head, no, she was done for now. Seeing her teeth chattering a bit he hurried back to toss the rag in the sink. Pulling the covers out from under her some he moved into bed beside her, cuddling up to her as close as possible. Wrapping them both up he felt the exhausted kiss to his throat followed by her groggily, half asleep 'love you'. Grinning he wrapped his arm around her and kissed her head, "Love you too lass now get some sleep." 

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"Oww! Stop hitting the same place you big jerk." you snapped, rubbing the stinging area on your ass that he had now smacked several times with the blunt side of the wooden training sword. 

"If you'd block it, it wouldn't hurt." Seeing her brows lower and her eyes cut at him he quickly blocked her next spur of swings. Going to tap her with sword again, this time across her side and stomach he watched as she turned to receive the blow across her ass yet again. 

Arching your back some as the tender area was thrust into pain again you winced through your teeth. Having enough you let out a frustrated growl and chunked the sword to the ground. 

Watching her throw down the sword and turn on heel to start walking away from him he dropped his arms, "You're never gonna learn if ya give up just because of a sore ass."

Deepening your frown at the annoyance in his words you continued walking. "I told you I didn't want to do this today." 

"You've been making excuses all week Y/n. How do you expect me to make you into a decent pirate if..."

Spinning on heel you turned back to see he had been following you, "That's just the thing Ed. I never, not once said I wanted to be a pirate. In fact you didn't even ask me if it was something I wanted." you told him but saw his brow knit together. "A pirate's life isn't for everyone." 

"Well maybe you should have thought about that before you married one." he grit out before he could stop himself, his own temper flaring up. 

Dropping your shoulders you knit your brows and shook your head some, looking up at him. "I didn't think I would have to choose between Whitebeard and Edward." When he only continued looking down at you with a look he had never given you before you felt your rollercoaster emptions peaking again, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. Quickly looking down you let out a breath and turned back around, walking back towards home and knowing this time he wasn't behind you. 

After grabbing the cloth bag from under the bed you let the house, needing some fresh air while also not wanting Ed to come in and see you crying your eyes out. For the past week now you had been super emotional. While you knew the cause of it all your husband didn't and you could tell your crazy emotions were starting to take a toll on his patience. It seemed as if every little thing set you off... and you hated it. After every little spat you would end up crying more simply because of how horrible you felt. There was one night this week when he had simply commented how the tea you had made him wasn't as strong as it normally was and you had instantly made a big deal out of it. 

Flopping down under one of the trees that were a ways away from anything or anyone you let out a deep sigh, pulling out the ball of soft wool and needles. "You are making me seem like a bitch." you mumbled down to your belly. Looking over the small blanket to make sure none of it had came undone since you had worked on it some last night you felt your previous emotions dim as happiness and anxiousness took over. 

You had just recently came to the conclusion that you were in fact pregnant, your period having been more than three weeks late before you caught on. Asking Zella about the whole situations as well some of the early symptoms you were having because you knew if Marco found out he would run to his father the both of you concluded that you were in fact with child. Your best friend was more than excited, telling you how fun it would be to have two babies running around close to the same age. It made you giggle when you thought of how all in all your baby would be considered Marco and Zella's uncle or aunt even though they would be a bit younger. As much as you wanted to hurry to Edward and tell him the great news you wanted a more special way of telling him as well as making sure everything went right for the first few weeks. So now that you were about two months or so, by your calculations... really there was no telling the exact date since your husband barley let you be but you guessed it was somewhere around that ball park. Also it just so happened that your dear husband's birthday was coming up, his 75th birthday to be exact you decided that would be the perfect time to tell him. 

A blanket, a soft, small baby blanket was your way of telling him he was going to be a father. You had managed to get to the shops to buy the white and purple wool you needed without him knowing. All week you had been working on the blanket when he wasn't around, quickly hiding it under your bed when he would walk in. For having only ever started knitting when Zella showed you how to months ago you thought it was turning out pretty good. There was a few times you had had another emotional breakdown, crying like a baby yourself at the dropped stitch but after working on it for two and a half weeks now you were almost done. Just in time too seeing as his birthday was tomorrow. 

Still there was so much you had left to do and that was the reason you hadn't been able to spend much time with him like you wanted. Although the whole sparring thing was because you didn't want something to happen to the baby. He was right about you making excuses all week but you just couldn't tell him yet. Hopefully once he saw what you had been doing all would be forgiven. Taking a deep breath you started working on the blanket once again. If you wanted to make his cake and have it ready by tomorrow you would need to finish this soon. Letting out a loud yawn you shook your head, "Sorry munchkin' sleep will have to wait just another day."

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She had been gone all day. After calming down he had went back home to find her and finally talk about what had been going on but she wasn't there. Checking Marco's he found her not there either, Zella and the rest of his sons saying they hadn't seen her all day. Just where the hell was it she kept running off too. Seems like all week she had been avoiding him at all cost. Even at nights they would eat, well he would eat, she would scarf down her food like a starved man before quickly moving to take a shower without him. Then once he was done with his own shower he would come out and find her already passed out on the bed, looking completely exhausted. 

Sighing he rubbed the back of his head. He had been thinking the past week and a half over, wondering if he had possibly done anything that would have angered her but he couldn't think of anything. She was just acting so strange, getting worked up over the littlest things. It was unlike her and it worried him constantly, not in the six months they had been married had they ever felt so far apart. Dropping his hand to his side he glanced back to their home and got an idea. He would make them supper, cook for her so when she came home from where ever she was they could just sit down and relax. Talk. 

He had waited and waited, long after the sun had fell below the horizon but still she hadn't come back. The stir-fry he had made was now cold where his temper was now flaring. Growling loudly he stomped over to the door, deciding it was high time he went and found out what his little wife was hiding from him but before he could grab the handle the door was opening slowly. 

Pushing open the door you covered a yawn and shook your head before running straight into something hard. Snapping your eyes open you looked up to see Ed there. "I'm sorry I didn't see yo..."

"Where the hell have you been?"

Hearing how deep his voice was made you flinch, anger clear in it. Apparently you didn't answer fast enough for him because he was soon asking you if you knew what time it was. Licking your lips you tried to keep your emotions under control. "I know, I didn't mean to be out so late, I fell asleep under a tree and then I had to go help Izo with something and..." 

"Enough. I've had enough of your lies."

"Ed I'm not..."

"Not what? Avoiding me? Staying out past dark almost every night?" Seeing her go to try to speak again he cut her off, his eyes dropping to the bag she seemed to always be carrying. "And just what the hell is in that bag?"

Stiffening when he snatched the bag from you, you quickly grabbed ahold of it and tried to pull it back from him. "No. Ed stop it. Let go." Hitting his hand when he wouldn't release the bag. 

Gritting his teeth he released the bag making her fall back on her ass. Looking down at her he watched as she held the bag close to her chest, refusing to meet his eyes. Huffing out he shook his head, "You know what just forget it. Keep your secrets, keep sneaking around and avoiding me. I don't know what is going on with you but I'm through trying to get you to open up to me. If there's another man then..."

"You think I'm being unfaithful to you?" you asked in shock, your voice coming out as nothing more than a whisper.

Seeing the tears rolling down her cheeks he felt a clenching in his heart and swallowed hard. "I don't know what to think." he spoke and watched her eyes drop back down. Closing his eyes he turned and started walking away. "I'm going to bed. Do whatever you want." 

Hearing the bedroom door close you bit your lip to hold back your sob. Continuing to sit there for a time as your heart throbbed you sniffled and wiped your cheeks before standing. Walking to the kitchen you saw the table set, two untouched bowls of food sitting in you and Ed's place. Looking towards the bedroom you felt your heart clench again and swallowed hard as tears continued to roll down your cheeks. Placing the food he had cooked the two of you up in the fridge you cleaned up before grabbing everything you needed to start his cake. Yawning again you shook with leftover sobs but rubbed your eyes. There was no time for sleep, you would have to stay up all night if you were to finish his cake before tomorrow morning. Thankfully you had asked Izo and the others to take over cooking the actual food which they had quickly agreed to. 

As you mixed the batter and poured it into the pans you thought on everything Ed had said and felt your heart continue to ache. You couldn't blame him, if the roles were reversed you wouldn't be able to help but think something was going on as well but it hurt to know he thought you may be having an affair. Did he think so little of you? You were starting to rethink this whole idea, as much as you wanted to surprise your love this seemed to be taking a toll on your marriage. Hopefully though he would understand tomorrow. 

As the sun started to rise you could barely keep your eyes open. The two tier cake was iced and decorated, one layer being chocolate and the other your own creation of a sake cake. You had the blanket finished, folded neatly and wrapped in a box you had tied a big blue bow around. Wanting to do a bit more for him you had even made him those couple coupons you had heard Trish talking about she had made her husband for Valentines day once. Binding the little heart shaped paper with the same blue ribbon you placed it on the top of the box holding the blanket and put them in the closet on top of the washer, knowing he wouldn't be likely to see them there. Taking the cake over to Zella and Marco's until the party you hurried back over to cook him breakfast before he woke. Two eggs, heart shaped pancakes, bacon, toast and even some hash. Placing it on the table you grinned as you fixed his tea and set it down perfectly beside his plate and silverware. Getting out the butter and syrup you heard the door to the bedroom open and looked up with a smile. "Good morning Capta..."

"Mornin'." 

That was all he said as he walked out the door without even looking your way. The smile on your face instantly fell and you felt your lip begin to tremble. Looking down to the birthday breakfast you had made him you watched a tear fall to the table. Maybe he just had something to do and then he would come back. That was what you kept telling yourself but as another hour came you knew he wasn't coming back and wrapped up his plate before placing it in the fridge. Cleaning up the house you let out a sigh as you left to go decorate the place where you all were throwing the party at. 

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As the day drew on you hadn't seen Ed once which was on one hand good because that meant that he still didn't know what you were doing hopefully. On the other hand though you hadn't seen your husband all day... and right after a fight too. After much hard work the party was ready to start. You and his sons had decorated the same place where your wedding had been. There was a pile of wood and such ready to be lit for a bonfire, the food was ready along with the cake and you had even managed to bring his present here. Everything just looked so perfect, all your hard work well worth it. You just couldn't wait to see the look on his face. Smiling you looked to Zella and the others who all were just setting up the tables and chairs. "I'm going to go see what Ed's doing." you told Zella and saw her nod. 

"Okay. I'd say about another thirty minutes and everything will be ready." 

Nodding you smiled down at your heavily pregnant friend. "Thank you so much for all your help Zella."

"Of coarse, what is family for if not to be there for one another." she smiled.

Looking down when your chest flooded with warmth you gave her another smile before you went to go fetch your soulmate. Checking the house and then town you didn't see him anywhere and furrowed your brows. 

"If your looking for Edward dear I saw him earlier going down to the pier with a fishing pole earlier."

Thanking Mr. Xander you headed down to the fishing pier. Seeing the man that held your heart sitting on the end with his legs dangling over the edge you smiled to yourself and walked towards him. Wrapping your arms around his neck from behind you leaned around to kiss his cheek. "There you are. I've been looking for you." you said but he didn't even look at you and your only response was a grunt. Furrowing your brows you licked your lips. "Catch anything?" you asked him but he didn't respond. Blinking you moved to sit beside him. Hearing him sigh you felt a slight throb in your chest, was it you or him you were feeling? Continuing to sit there for a while, neither of you saying a word you looked out over the water that was as smooth as glass. Wringing your fingers you glanced up to him but saw him still paying you no mind. "Ed..."

"Why are you here?" 

A little stunned you took a moment to answer. "I... I just wanted to hang out with you... fish together."

"Oh so we can spend time together but only when it's convenient for you." 

Blinking away tears you stared down at the water. "It's not like that..."

"Isn't it?" Feeling that clenching in his chest again he stood.

"You're leaving?" you asked in a quiet voice. 

"Now you know how it feels." When she didn't reply or even look at him he tilted his jaw. "Here you want to fish, fish." he spoke, all but shoving the rod into her hands. 

You could only sit there as he walked away. Holding his pole just enough to keep it from falling into the water your shoulders shook with sobs and tears rolled down your cheeks. You hated this. You should have just told him from the start, hell you should have told him right then but the party was so close and you wanted him to be surprised, you wanted to do something nice for him. Now though none of it seemed worth it, you wouldn't even be able to see his reaction. While yes you could probably still go you wouldn't, all of this was for him, you wanted him to be happy and as it looked right now his happiness didn't seem to include you. 

Watching the sun go down on the water you closed your puffy eyes when you heard the loud group of pirates yell out 'surprise'. Feeling a strong clenching in your heart you sighed out long and deep. "Happy Birthday Ed." you mumbled. Siting there for a few moments longer you reeled in the line, picking off the bit of seaweed stuck on the hook before pining it up neatly and standing. With a heavy heart you started your walk back home, seeing the smoke rising into the sky from the bonfire. Leaning the fishing rod against the side of the house you moved inside and closed the door. All in all it was probably a good thing you didn't go, with the lack of sleep, food and with not showering since the day before yesterday you weren't really up for partying. Removing your shoes you walked to the master bathroom and closed the door. Once you had taken a most likely too hot shower you slipped on one of his shirts and a pair of panites, sniffing the material  and feeling your eyes fill with tears once again as you crawled into the empty bed. Putting in your earbuds you turned on the music and closed your eyes, the long breath you breathed out shaky and deep. 

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The party had been going on for a little over an hour now and she didn't see her friend anywhere. At first she thought that she was coming with Pops and Marco but that wasn't the case as both men had showed up without her. Getting caught up with everything for a while she figured Y/n had just been standing at a different place or she had moved to get something but now she was sure she wasn't here. Everyone was eating and drinking now, having a good time, something Y/n should be doing since she was the person responsible for all of this. Marco had told her that Pops had always blew off his birthday, that yes they would drink and eat a little more but nothing like this. Y/n had done everything she coudl think of to make her husband's special day one to remember. To know that she was now missing it made her knit her brows in worry. 

"What's wrong dear?" Marco asked as he brought over another plate of food for his pregnant wife. 

"Do you know where Y/n is?" she asked. 

Looking around he tried to peek behind all of the guests to see if he saw his father's love but alas he didn't . "Maybe she left to go get something."

Shaking her head she looked back to her husband. "I haven't seen her since before the party started."

"She wasn't here when I brought Pops here?" he asked and saw her shake her head. Blinking he placed down their plates. "I thought she was already here waiting that's why I brought him." Don't tell him that they had started the party when she wasn't even here to see the big man be surprised. Quickly scanning the large group of people yet again he didn't see his all in all mother's face and frowned. Snapping his eyes to the birthday man himself he saw him sitting in his chair alone, drinking and eating. He had known the man since he was a child himself and so he coudl tell something was wrong, a forced smile on his face. His father and Y/n were normally not too far from one another so seeing him like this and her no where in sight told him that something bad had happened. 

"Do either of you know where Y/n is?" Vista asked his brother and sister in Law as he walked over. 

"She's not here." 

"What do you mean she's not here."

Hearing her husband go to talk with Vista and Jozu who had also walked over Zella stood when she noticed Pops lifting the wrapped box that set beside his chair. Knowing what was in that box the due any day woman stood and hurried over to the massive man. "No, Pops you can't open that yet." 

Lifting his eyes from the box he had been looking at he saw his daughter moving towards him a little too fast. Quickly catching her carefully as she almost tripped he stood her back up carefully, Marco hurrying over. "Now Zella you shouldn't be rushing around like that..."

"Zella are you alr..."

"I'm fine." she quickly told her husband, holding her belly as she lifted her eyes back to Whitebeard. "You can't open that gift yet, not without Y/n here." 

Seeing his father tense up at the name of his wife Marco knit his brows some. "Pops where is Y/n?"

"No tellin'." he huffed before he took a long drink from the bottle of sake. Setting the bottle down he moved to remove the paper from the box when Zella grabbed his hand with her small one. 

"Pops please. I don't know why she isn't here now but you can't open this, not after she worked so hard on all of this." Zella told him with pleading eyes. 

"What do you mean on all of this?" 

"Pops, Y/n is the one that planned all of this, she's the one that wanted to throw you a surprise party." Marco told him in a deep voice. 

"She made all the plans, she made the cake, she helped cook, she helped decorate, all of this was her. All week she's been making sure everything was perfect." Jozu spoke. 

Knitting his brows he looked over all their faces and then it all sunk in and he felt nothing but a God awful guilt take over his heart. Without a word he stood and went to search for his wife, box in hand. All those things he had assumed, all those things he had said. "You fucking asshole." he cursed himself as he walked to the pier where he had left her all alone at. "Crying at that, don't forget, you left your crying wife all alone, worthless bastard." he grit out. Even though she wouldn't look up at him he had knew. A Surprise birthday party, that's what she had been doing. She wasn't avoiding him, she wasn't seeing another man... God why, why in the hell had he ever said that to her. He knew he had hurt her feelings, he could feel it but still he had continued to take his own hurt and anger out on her. 

Getting to the pier he saw it empty and frowned. She wasn't here. Using their connection he was led back to their home and in the light of the moon he saw his fishing rod leaned up against the house. There weren't any lights on but her shoes were here. Quietly walking into their bedroom he saw a small lump under the covers a light glowing from her phone laying beside her. Moving to the bedside he leaned over to see her eyes closed, he coudl tell by the slow breathing that she was sleeping but a leftover sob shook her some. Feeling his heat clench painfully, he lit the candle on the bedside table before he set the box on the foot of the bed. Slowly he set down behind her curled up form. The movement must have woken her some because he saw her eyes snap open before hanging low over her eyes. 

Glancing behind you, you saw him here and moved to take out your earbuds. Hoping you didn't look too terrible you wiped at your cheeks anyway, just incase. "Y... you're home." you spoke in a soft voice. Pushing yourself up to sit you kept the blanket over your legs and noticed the wrapped gift on the foot of the bed. "What time is it? The party isn't over yet is it?" you asked, grabbing your phone to check the time. 

Taking her smaller hand in his large one he looked down and swallowed hard, "Lass I... I don' t know how to describe how truly sorry I am. I acted like such an asshole to you and you didn't do anything."

Looking down you Gave a sad grin, "It's okay. I'm sure it did look pretty bad and I... well I know I've been acting bitchy here lately and..."

"No you..."

"Ed, babe, it's alright. I know I have." You said and gave him an actual small grin. 

"That doesn't excuse what I said to you, what I assumed." he said with a shake of his head. 

You were quiet for a time before you lifted your eyes to his, "You know I would never do that, that there would never be anyone else, don't you?"

"Yes. Yes darlin' I know that. I was just... you were always leaving and..."

"I know, I'm sorry. Was it all worth it though? Were you surprised?" you asked.

Seeing her kind grin he sighed and smiled. "Yes lass. Thank you. I don't deserve it. I don't deserve you." 

"Aw don't say that, you deserve so much more." you told him, moving forward to hug him which he quickly returned. 

"I love you lass and I'm so sorry." he spoke into her neck, closing his eyes as he fully embraced her. 

Humming you soaked up his warmth and scent. "I love you too Ed. No more apologizing, it's your birthday so you get a free pass." you told him and heard him chuckle softly. Blinking you smiled and bit your lip. "Speaking of..." Leaning back you grabbed the box and moved it to his lap. "Happy Birthday my dear husband."

Looking down at the box he sighed and looked back to her to see her smiling. "Are you sure I deserve a gift?"

"Edward Newgate you open that box or I will throw you in to the ocean." you threatened and heard him laugh.

Nodding he moved to start ripping the paper, "Yes ma'am." Removing the bow and then paper he pulled off the top and lifted the heart shaped paper. Seeing the words couple coupons on top he rose his brows. Flipping through them he smiled more and more at the different things written. "Free foot rub, Sensual Massage, My choice of dessert.... " on and on they went and as he got to the more sexual ones he felt his brows raise and his cheeks heat up, a large smile on his face. Humming he glanced over to her to see her blushing beet red as well and chuckled. "I have to say lass this may be the best gift I have ever gotten." he told her and saw her smile but look down. 

Taking the coupon book you set it on the bed next to your knee. "Okay you big perv now the other half." you said with a nod down to the folded blanket in the box. 

Grinning he looked down to the box again and saw something he could tell was knitted. "Hmm and what do we have here, socks... a scarf?"

"You don't even wear a shirt why would I make you a scarf."

"I'd wear a scarf if you made me one darlin'." he told her and saw her smile. Lifting the item up he saw it was a square, a blanket it looked like but the thing was much too small to fit him. Seeing something on it he held it up so he coudl look the whole thing over. He recognized his jolly roger first but there was also words. "Future Captain in Training" he read aloud. Blinking he furrowed his brows and read over the words another time before the size of the blanket again ran through his mind. Snapping his eyes to her he saw her looking at him with the softest smile he had ever seen. As it all sunk in he felt his mouth go dry and his breath catch in his throat. "Y..you're..." he couldn't even finish his sentence, his heart hammering in his chest. 

Licking your lips you felt more tears fill your eyes and smiled. "One down, four to go."

In an instant he had her in his arms, standing and spinning around the room. Feeling his own eyes tear up some he laughed. Lifting her up above his head he kissed over her belly where his child grew. HIS CHILD. He was going to be a father, a real father. "Ohhh." clearing his throat he smiled so large his face hurt, "I lied lass, This, this is the best gift I have ever gotten." he spoke in a thick voice. Easing her down he held her close and kissed her lips with all the love he felt. "Thank you darling. Thank you so very much." 

Hugging him as he carried you across the hills back towards the party you felt all the heartache over the past few days leave you. 

"There she is."

"Pops found her." 

"Good now we can all start drinking again."

"Now all you wait one second. I want to show everyone what it s my lass gave me... Seems like there is something else we need to be celebrating." He told them all and saw some confused faces looking their way, he did note however that Zella was smiling largely. So she knew, figures. "Want to help me out here some darlin'." 

Nodding you leaned up and smiled as you helped Ed hold up the blanket for everyone to see. A few seconds later the whole island erupted into loud cheers and clapping. Smiling you looked to see Ed smiling ear to ear. 

Meeting his wife's eyes he pulled her into another kiss, the rest of their friends and family continuing to yell and cheer around them. Breaking the kiss he laid his forehead on hers. "I'll love you forever lass."

"mmm Promise?" you smiled lovingly, twirling his hair around your finger. 

Kissing her forehead he sighed. "Cross my heart."

"I love you too old man. Forever." you smiled, pulling him into another kiss. 

A/n: Well that's it. Posted on the big man's birthday too. I hope you everyone enjoyed it. I know I did. Thank you for reading. Please let me know what you think.

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“Promise me you’re not going to overreact” for the prompts ;)

“Promise me--promise me you’re not going to overact,” she says. 

She hates the tremble in her voice--the fear. She’s holed up in the bathroom with the door locked, her back to the mirror. Her hands are braced against the counter behind her, gripping it like a lifeline. She can hear him on the other side of the door, the impatient way he shifts his weight from one foot to the other, the scrape of his knuckles when he curls them against the door. 

“You have--” he pauses for effect, the nasally pitch of his voice cranking up an octave, all strung up and high, “--five seconds,” he says, “to open this door and get out here.” 

She flinches when he growls the last bit, the hairs on her arms standing at attention as fear ricochets all up and down her spine. 

“Or--or what?” 

“Or I’m gonna huff, and puff, and burn down this house with you in it.” 

She sinks her teeth into her lower lip--frightened by his threat--but is still too afraid to unlock the door. 

“Mr. J, just--please, please don’t be mad.” 

She yelps when the entire door rattles in its frame from how angrily he slams his fists against it. 

“Open the door,” he growls. 

She has no choice but to obey. She bites her lip as she takes two steps forward to flip the little lock inside the doorknob, and as soon as she does, she’s stumbling back as the door as is shoved wide open, with enough force to send it slamming against the wall. 

He’s suddenly there, filling up the doorway, and his eyes are full of fire as he looks at her, and then at all the red smeared over the counter and sink. The floor. She realizes suddenly how much it looks like blood, and her eyes widen in alarm. 

“It’s not what it looks like!” she hastily supplies. 

She watches the furrow between his brows deepen--so confused, at first--and then watches further as his eyes drift back towards her, and a smirk slowly hooks itself inside the one corner of his mouth, like he’s amused. She tries to relax a little. Maybe he won’t be as mad as she initially thought? 

“It’s just--” she huffs out a big breath, and then it comes spilling out all at once. “Some of the girls were doing it at school and it looked really pretty, and I watched this video online for instructions but I think I missed a step and now I can’t wash it out and it’s stuck,” she whines. 

The ‘stuck’ she is referring to is the bright pink streak in her hair. It’s a fat, bold stripe--stretching from her scalp to the very ends of her hair. She’d spent hours trying to scrub it out, but all she succeeded in doing was taking the stripe from candy apple red to cotton candy pink.

She searches his eyes carefully when he takes a step towards her, closing the distance between them, where she’s pinned up against the counter. She tries not to flinch when he reaches out and takes the pink strand between his fingers. It frustrates her that she can’t read his expression. 

“Do... do you hate it?” she asks.

He’s quiet for a moment--contemplative--and she feels like she’s practically vibrating with impatience as she waits for his response.

“Tell you what, princess.” He’s still looking at her hair, slowly winding the pink strip of it around a finger. “Next time you feel like doing a little, uh, extreme home makeover, you come see me about it first, hm?” 

She nods, slowly, biting her lip as she looks up at him. She’s so relieved he’s not more angry about it. She curls her fingers into her palms, where her hands dangle at her sides, itching to reach out and hug him. Show him how much she appreciates him. 

“Oh, and uh, for the record...” He unwinds her hair from around his finger, snakes his hand around the back of her neck instead, where he cups her spine. His fingers clamp down painfully, and her mouth parts a little as she looks up at him. “I like my girl juuust the way she is,” he says, her heart fluttering excitedly from his words, “and if you do something like this to your hair again, I’m gonna shave it all off.” 

Taylor blinks up at him--the happy butterflies in her heart gone--and she nods gravely. Something about the way he is looking at her tells her he isn’t kidding. 

“Good,” he says, brightening suddenly. With his other hand, he touches the tip of her nose with his finger, just for a second. Boop. “You’re a smart girl,” he says, very seriously. His lowers his head closer to hers, so their faces are only inches apart. “I knew you’d understand.” 

[thompsborn]

Happy FFWF! Try to find snippet of one of the following words from your WIPs: defenstration; jumbotron; proton; fiber; parenthesis; alphabetical; gross; zebra; semi-colon; runner; quaint; bearded; married; time; cold; right

i could only find a couple of them, but i really like the snippets i have, so here we go!!

fiber (from an incomplete prompt fill)

“Parker Curse,” Ben laughed when they showed up late for Ned’s seventh birthday party because Peter couldn’t find his left shoe.

“Parker Curse,” May tsk’ed when Peter was twelve and slipped on spilled water and had to wear a cast for his broken wrist.

“Parker Curse,” Peter whispered as he stood next to Ben’s grave, feeling like there was still blood soaked into the very fiber of his being.

gross (from my ironhusbands big bang fic)

James wakes up to someone knocking on his door. For a moment, he ignores it, hoping no response will be enough to send the mystery person away—until he hears that familiar voice call out a, “Mr. Rhodes?”

He sighs, slow and sluggish as he reluctantly pushes himself into a sitting position, brings up a hand to dig his fingers into his eye and rubs at the sleep crusting them shut. Even still, he contemplates staying here, wonders the likeliness of his surprise visitor giving up and just coming back later, but—

“Mr. Rhoooodes.”

It’s wishful thinking, at best.

As he clambers to his feet, there’s another round of knocking at his door—though, this time, it sounds like it’s in the tune of happy birthday, which he rolls his eyes at as he pads his way out of his rooms and heads down the hall—followed by a muffled huff and what sounds suspiciously like someone stomping their foot, to which he almost snorts. “I’m going to literally die out here if you don’t let me in! I’m going to die, and then you’re going to have a gross corpse outside your door, because I’ll be dead in the hallway!”

Thankfully, he reaches the door just then, reaching for the knob and pulling it open as he says, “No, you won’t.” He quirks a brow at the teenager that is now pouting at him standing in the hallway, trying not to let his amusement show on his face, instead pushing to project how tired he is in order to make an attempt to discourage random arrivals like this, though he knows, by this point, that there’s not much he can do to stop them, and he’s not sure he actually wants them to stop. “What do you want?”

“Summer,” Peter says—freshly fifteen and with a hip cocked out, showing the little bit of attitude that he knows how to show, the little bit that, not all that long ago, James had no clue even existed.

“It is summer,” James tells him, brows raising even higher.

“Only for, like, two more weeks!” Peter complains with a groan, head tilted back and looking seconds away from stomping his foot like some kind of toddler. It makes the ends of James’ mouth twitch, just a bit, almost betraying his already barely concealed amusement—something that’s even harder to fight off when Peter then makes his way into James’ apartment like it’s his second home, letting a backpack that James didn’t realize is hanging off one shoulder slide to the floor by the coffee table before collapsing onto the sofa with an even more exaggerated pout, brows furrowed and arms crossing over his chest. With a light laugh, James just swings the door shut and makes his way over, taking a seat on the other end of the sofa and resigning himself to the fact that this is going to be the start of his day, knowing that he’s going to have to entertain this conversation before he’ll be able to get away for long enough to start a pot of coffee and change out of his pajamas. “I want it to stay summer. Like, permanently, you know?”

quaint (from the next chapter of the portal closed)

“Have you talked to Rhodey yet?” Mr. Stark asks—before Peter’s even standing upright after landing on the carpeted floor, wheeling in on him with something manic in his eyes. “Did you get ahold of him?”

“I’m working on it,” Peter replies, somewhere between meek because of the fact that he hasn’t made it happen yet and defensive because he is trying and he’s getting somewhere, somehow, isn’t he? He got Mr. Rhodes’ number, left a message today after trying to call twice yesterday, and that’s something. That has to be something and he just wants it to be something good. “I’m trying my best,” he adds after a moment, and he doesn’t mean to sound quant, or small, but that’s how his voice comes out.

married (from a peppermay one shot i’m working on titled all the way happy)

Peter tells her one day, “You don’t have to stop loving him, but I think you need to move on.” He says it while they’re eating ice cream out of the carton and watching How I Met Your Mother, because it’s Ben’s birthday and he loved this show, even if May never really understood why he would watch it on repeat. Understanding or not, she’s seen the damn show ten times over, at least, since they got married, and ten times more since Ben was murdered.

May looks at Peter and suddenly realizes that she isn’t looking at a kid. She’s looking at her nephew, seventeen and childish in ways, but more grown up than many adults will ever be. She sees the contemplative look on his features and the way he appears bashful to have spoken up at all, yet certain that he’s saying something he really needs to say. It’s shocking, to say the least. “What?” she asks.

“I just—” Peter stops, and considers, and takes a bite of their ice cream. “I mean, like—like, you hold yourself back, you know? I can tell. And I know he was—he—I know you love him, and you’ll never stop, no matter how long it’s been, but… but you don’t have to stop yourself from loving other people, too. Maybe you don’t need to, and that’s fine, as long as you’re happy, but sometimes I think that you stop yourself from being all the way happy because you think you could only be all the way happy with him.”

time (from the next chapter of the portal closed)

It’s a gun.

It’s also definitely not a gun.

Like, it’s—it’s something straight out of a sci-fi movie, glowing a bit and way too big to be practical and intimidating, and it’s a gun, yeah, but it isn’t, like, a pistol, or a rifle, or any sort of gun that Peter is familiar with. That sixth sense tingles at the back of his neck as he looks at it and he has an undeniable feeling that something like that doesn’t belong here.

Here, as in Queens.

Here, as in New York.

Here, as in Earth itself, because just looking at the thing is enough to know it’s quite literally out of this world. That it isn’t technology anyone on this planet has seen or heard of or used before.

The sixth sense tingles at the back of Peter’s neck again and makes his palms feel clammy underneath his fingerless gloves and makes his lungs feel like they suddenly aren’t taking in enough air, so he sucks in a sharp breath that whistles, just a little bit, but the sound is just loud enough to bounce off the walls.

And then the person holding the gun is looking Peter in the eyes, and Peter knows that he’s screwed.

There are approximately three seconds between the gun wielder looking at him and the gun actually going off, only this time it’s pointed at Peter and not at the weird industrial barrier that’s been placed in front of the alley wall, and there’s more guys, five or six, if Peter is to guess based on the quick look he gets, but only one of these guns—and when it fires, something bright and blue and baffling comes flying Peter’s way, and he barely manages to dive to the side with a strangled yelp before it hits the ledge of the roof where Peter had been peeking over and that explosion sound is a lot closer than it was before.

Because the explosion sound is coming from the impact of the gun and whatever kind of energy or laser or something that the stupid thing is firing. Peter scrambles to his feet, looks at where he had been standing moments before, and finds a crater of cement and rubble and debris in his place.

So, it’s powerful. It’s strong, and dangerous, and Peter can’t let these guys have it.

He wishes he had enough time to take a deep breath and sort his thoughts, clear his mind, but life has never been super nice to him and the gun is firing again before he ever have the time to blink.

cold (from my mcu rewrite)

“Is he really complaining about us not wanting him to die?” Rhodey asks—rhetorically, of course, as he turns his head to share a bewildered look with Happy, who merely shrugs and plops into his own seat with a barely concealed smile of amusement. “You haven’t even apologized for making me stand in the sun for three god damn hours, and now you’re complaining about us not wanting you to die?” This time, the question, still completely rhetoric, is aimed directly at Tony. “That’s just rude, man. That’s cold.”

Tony doesn’t look very sorry—mostly because he knows that Rhodey is playing up his annoyance in good fun, is well versed in what it really looks like to look a truly pissed off James Rhodes in the eyes, which is just… terrifying, and inspiring, almost—but he still offers a half-assed, “I’m sorry?”

Rhodey glares at Tony for a second, then sits directly across from him. “Sure you are.”

right (from my ironhusbands big bang fic)

Peter shrugs. “Well, now you don’t work there, so you can’t. Sucks to suck. Do you have any coffee?”

“For you? Absolutely not.” James gets back to his feet, ignoring the way Peter whines, making his way to the kitchen. He calls over his shoulder, “There’s some other options, though, if you want to look around. Eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes—whatever you find is up for grabs, as long as it’s an actual breakfast item and not something full of caffeine or sugar. If you’re going to be bugging me today, I refuse to let you give yourself a sugar rush or get so energized that you start doing laps around the room again.”

When Peter heads into the kitchen after James, he looks slightly reluctant, but still grateful as he starts to poke around the pantries and the fridge. “It’s not coffee,” he says defensively, “but thanks.”

That’s the Peter Parker way of saying you know how poor we are right now and I know you’re trying to be subtle about feeding me so now I’m trying to be subtle about saying thank you because I don’t feel comfortable addressing the issue, let alone accepting help for it. James is well versed in how to see through the hidden message, tilts his head in a nod and offers a warm smile before starting up a pot of coffee, leaving it there and only pausing shortly to level Peter with a stern looking, telling him, “Not a drop of that better end up in your system, Parker,” before ambling back to his room to get changed.

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Chapter 8; Sketchy Shit

The year had been going on for a while. I honestly can’t tell you what happened since last time, but I’m having a blast. Ever since I’ve been hanging out with Randy and the team things are turning up for me. I’m finally back where I stood at my old school. Popular. It’s dumb, I know, but, it’s just so awesome. People don’t fuck with you, you have friends in every class, and everyone knows your name.

Right now, I’m sitting in the gym. I was talking with my friends until the coach threw her keys at me.

“Woods you open up the locker rooms.” She ordered as I gave her a quick nod in return, standing up as I hopped down the bleachers to go down the hall.

Today was stormy, the rain was so loud and hard it sounded like a waterfall overhead. The sky was an angry bluish-black color, lightning lit up the sky now and again, rolls of thunder chasing after it.

I didn’t like going down to the locker rooms, because once you opened the double doors that led to the hall they were on, it was pitch black. According to Randy some kids had busted out the bulbs with a basketball and the school never bothered to fix the lights. I couldn’t see anything in front of me, the only light I had was the weird glow from the slit windows on the doors back behind me. I felt along the left wall, quickly finding the door to the girl's locker room. I messed with the keys, trying to get the one that went to the door before I stopped. hearing a noise within the locker room.

I slowly turned the key in the lock, peering my head in. The sound came from the far back of the room. I stepped in, slowly making my way through the darkroom, the bangs of thunder rumbling the building a bit. That’s when I could make out the sound, it sounded like a baby crying. My heart dropped into my stomach, I didn’t want to go any closer to where the sound was, but my feet disobeyed my head as they pulled me forward to it. It was like I wasn’t even in control. My heart was slamming against my ribcage as a sick feeling came up my throat. I stopped in the hall of the showers, pulling back the numerous curtains until my eyes trailed to the right of me.

I saw watered-down blood running off into one of the drains, the sounds of the baby now closer than ever. I tore my eyes to the curtain, the deadly curiosity getting the better of me as I pulled the curtain back.

What I saw was horrifying, I almost threw up.

On the floor of the shower was a bloody infant with its neck twisted at an unnatural angle, bloody cries of agony coming from it. Terror surged through my body as I got the fuck out of there, screaming.

I stumbled out of the hall, having dropped the keys in the showers, all eyes turning to me. The gym teacher marched over, grabbing me by the shoulders.

“Hey, hey Jeff what's going on?” She asked, trying to make me turn to face her.

I didn’t know what was going on, everything was too much, I couldn’t handle all of this shit at once. My body was shaking, It was like I was a deer in headlights.

“Woods! Get it together!” She hollered, striking me across the face, bringing me back down to Earth, albeit very painfully.

The gym went silent, the teacher sending back one of the other kids to get the keys I dropped. I felt so embarrassed, I wanted to cry and bolt. She took me to the sides and sat me down on a bench, a few guys coming past me, giving me awkward looks. I’d probably do the same after seeing a screaming kid get bitch slapped by a teacher.

I sat there for a while, trying to cope with what the fuck I just saw. It had to be me losing my shit and not taking my meds. Ghosts aren’t real, it had to just be me seeing stuff. It was probably just the way the room was set up and how some shadows fell. It was just so weird, and scary. Even if it was in the shadows, how could I have heard crying? Why did the baby look so real? All these questions were making my head hurt...

“Jeff, sweetie you ok?..” I heard a soft voice ask, looking up to see the gym teacher.

“No ma’am..” I admitted, the woman sitting down next to me with her hand on my back.

“What’d you see back there?” She asked, looking over at me.

“You’re not even gonna believe me Coach G..” I mumbled.

“Any answer’s an answer sweetheart.” She told me.

“I saw a baby..” I whispered.

“You’re gonna have to speak up a little bit sweetie.” Coach G told me, leaning in with her ear so she’d hear better.

I hesitated, before letting out a sigh, answering again, “I saw a baby, a dead one.” I told her.

Coach G went silent, I looked over, the color drained from her face completely. She was almost as white as the tennis shoes she was wearing.

“Coach G? Are you ok?” I asked, concerned.

“Nobody’s ever told you about the incident?” She asked, her motherly brown eyes becoming cold and unnerving.

‘What incident?” I returned, a bit scared.

“Well, back in 2009, there was a girl, she’d been pregnant and had her baby in one of the showers. She didn’t want it, so she snapped its neck. Not too long after she died from bleedin’ too much.” She explained, a grave expression on her face.

I sat there, my face losing its color in fear. I’d just seen the ghost corpse of some girl’s dead newborn. I felt sick to my stomach, what the absolute fuck?

After that class, I fucking dipped, to say the least. I wasn’t spending the rest of the day in school knowing full well there was some creepy shit going on. I quickly texted Keith, asking him to help me ditch, to which he thankfully agreed. I waited in the pool room, raindrops slamming onto the skylight roof above. I leaned up against the wall, staring at the water, the buzzing of the lights overhead accompanying the thunder and lightning.

I waited there for a while, closing my eyes, opening them once more, only to see a floating body inside of the pool.

I screamed again, running for the door, slamming my hands against it as I forcefully shoved it open, running outside into the unforgiving storm. I didn’t even have to wait before I saw Keith’s car pull around the corner. I ran over to sit, barely giving him time to stop as I swung the door open and got in, slamming it shut.

“Jesus Christ, what’s up with you dude? You look like you just saw a ghost.” He laughed, locking the doors as he pulled off.

“Cause I just fucking did Johnson.” I snapped, shaking.

“Hey, calm down, you’re cool now dude.” He told me, reaching over with his free hand to pat me on the shoulder.

I exhaled a large sigh, looking at the road ahead of me as Keith drove us. The windshield wipers pushing back the water now and then. The silence setting over us again, my eyes trailing to the gloomy scene outside.

All I could think about was what I saw back at school. Was Coach G trying to pull my leg? Was that body in the pool even a body? Was I just being a forgetful bitch and not taking my meds? I groaned softly, leaning my head back as my eyebrows bent downwards in frustration.

I saw Keith glance over to me in the corner of my eye, gently patting my forearm with his hand.

I felt my hand snatch him, holding his palm captive within my own. Keith was taken by surprise, but I didn't care. I was so scared, confused, and upset. My heart slowing down as he gently began to caress the top of my hand with his thumb. The two of us sitting in a nice silence for the rest of the rainy drive back.

Once we got to his house, I kicked off my shoes, greeting a few of his absolutely weird pets before I trailed upstairs into his room.

I flopped myself face-first onto his bed, breathing in the comforting scent of his room. Cigarette smoke, black coffee, and teenage boy. I grabbed the blankets, curling myself up in them as I heard Keith coming up the stairs and down the hall.

“Ma maison est ta maison?” He laughed.

“Oui.” I chuckled, Keith, launching himself on the bed, landing on top of me. “Dude get your skinny ass off me!” I laughed.

“Hmmm, no you’re a nice pillow bro.” He snickered.

“I’ll pick you up, no cap.” I threatened.

“Bet.” He smirked.

“Bet,” I repeated.

“No balls.” He poked.

“None.” I giggled.

Keith tried to shoot a reply back, but I beat him to his words. I pushed my arms up underneath him as I picked him up bridal style, standing straight up.

“Told you I could do it.” I gloated.

“How-” He spoke, confused.

“I go to the gym,” I answered.

“Roid midget.” He mumbled, yelping as I dropped him back down on the bed.

“I’m not a midget,” I whined, Keith, staring at me in the eyes, before smacking me with a nearby pillow, bringing me down onto the bed.

We lost our shit laughing, smacking one another with the pillows on his bed, Keith got me a few times in the face.

After a while, we both got tired. I flopped on my back, calming down as I finished laughing, tears in my eyes. Keith laying his head down on my stomach.

“You have like, no business being so fun to be around dude.” He told me.

“You ain’t got no business being so funny either,” I replied, my arms resting at my sides as I stared up at the ceiling.

We laid together for a short while until we both fell asleep to the sound of the raindrops dripping onto his bedroom window next to us.

[isis-astarte-diana]

The Grave’s A Fine And Private Place (Part 1)

Part 1 ‖ Part 2

Summary: "You realise too late how careless you’ve become. It’s easy to forget, striding out of the miraculous console room and into a new day’s folly, just how thin the skin is that separates you from the grave." Missy’s atonement test doesn’t quite go to plan.

Warnings:  SFW. Swearing, mild peril, guns and violence. As always, MIHOW.

Word Count: 1105

Notes: Oh, my god! A multi-part fic?! Yes, because I wanted to prove that I actually am writing it, instead of making you wait until it’s finished. I’m terrible at writing action scenes, so this first half is probably not very exciting, but I promise there’s more to come! You can consider this a reader-insert World Enough And Time fix-it because Bill does not die!

“Which of you is human?”

You can feel Bill’s heartbeat through her hand. The skin of her palm is clammy against your own, her fingers locked around yours so tightly that you can’t tell whether she's shaking or just reflecting your own tremors back at you. You risk a glance at her.

Her wide eyes are mapping the space between the Doctor’s chest and the barrel of the stranger’s gun. You can see the tightening of her jaw when she makes her choice. Her gaze flicks over your face, just for a moment, and you nod jerkily, hoping that you look less than half as frightened as you feel.

“Us!” She calls out quickly, as if she’s racing against her own changing mind. “Us, we- we are. We’re human. It’s just us, we’re the only ones.”

You inch closer, your side flush with hers, seeking comfort in the warmth of your best friend. Between your bodies, your fingers lace together as the alien whips around and aims his weapon squarely at you.

“Please, stop this.” There’s desperation in the Doctor’s voice like you’ve never heard before, but it’s muffled by the deafening rhythm of your pulse in your ears. It’s not as if this is the first time you’ve found yourself staring into the business end of a futuristic firearm - that much has become a fixture of your weekend trips in the TARDIS - but something feels different today. In the back of your mind, Bill’s words echo in a mocking, punishing loop, an earworm that makes your stomach coil with dread.

“Just promise you won’t get us killed, yeah?”

The memory of how you'd scoffed and wrapped your arm around her shoulders makes you wince. You realise too late how careless you’ve become. It’s easy to forget, striding out of the miraculous console room and into a new day’s folly, just how thin the skin is that separates you from the grave.

Now you can feel it acutely. There’s a phantom pain in your chest, squeezing at your heart just where the laser-barrel points. Selfishly, you hope that he shoots you first.

“I’m sorry.” Judging by the weak tremor in his shooting arm, you believe him. His face is a mask of wild panic. “I’m so sorry, but you’re the reason that they’re coming.”

“Put it down.” The Doctor moves towards him, hands raised in surrender. The practised sharpness in his voice falls flat. There’s no comfort to be found in the desperation and defeat that comes off him in waves.

An electrical whine as the weapon primes. “They won’t come if these two are dead.” A whimper; you, or Bill, or both. As she squares her shoulders beside you, you can almost hear it, the universe’s most hollow victory.

I fucking told you so.

You’re dimly aware that the Doctor is speaking, reaching out, doing all that he knows how to even though it’s clearly not enough. Staring into the barrel, you think of home. You wonder what century you’re in. You wonder how much it will hurt. This was always how it would end, you think. You just hadn't expected it to be now.

The stranger takes a deep breath. You want to close your eyes, not to have to watch the shot coming, but none of your muscles are listening to you now. Your fingers are crushing Bill's.

Another breath. He winces. Behind you, the three occupied lifts are whirring, inching closer to the bridge where you stand. Your mouth is dry.

His face twists in pain and his free hand flies up to his throat, clutching, clawing.

Something's wrong.

"Missy!"

The Doctor's voice rings out like the anticipated gunshot, making you jump. The stranger isn't looking at you anymore - he's jerking his arm around, aiming the gun in Missy's face as he wretches and gasps for breath.

"You're on thin ice as it is, my dear, but if you shoot me that'll really piss me off."

She's still draped across the navigator's chair, umbrella in hand and pointed at the alien's chest.  Her face is a careful mask of indifference but she's white-knuckled on the crook of the handle. Her other hand braces on the leather cushion so that she can shift her weight, leaning in towards the weapon, unflinching.

"What are you doing? Let him go!"

She ignores the Doctor. "You've got a bionic lung, haven't you?" She raises an eyebrow. He can't respond, still choking, legs quivering and eyes bulging as his strength begins to fail. "I'm draining the battery."

"You'll kill him, Missy."

"Yes, that was rather the point.” He's starting to wobble where he stands, the gun shaking furiously, his head swooping around in blind panic. You can see the blood vessels burst in his eyes, flooding the whites with an unearthly shade of purple.

"Stop this, both of you! There's no need for this!" The Doctor pleads, his hands clasped as if in prayer. He comes as close as he dares, not wanting to light the tinder between them. "I can shield their life signs, we can help you!"

You yelp when there's a sharp tug on your hand. Bill pulls you towards the TARDIS, a deer finally free of the headlights, survival instinct kicking in and demanding that she hide in the only safe place she knows. You stumble with her, letting her drag you through the doors, but when she tries to close them you wedge your body in the space to keep them open.

"Come on," she hisses, but you shake your head. You're transfixed by the horror playing out in front of you. She cries out, enraged and adrenaline-filled, and leaves you be. From the corner of your eye you can see that Nardole has also made it back into the console room in the midst of the excitement.

The stranger's legs have buckled beneath him now. He grasps at the chair Missy still sits in, struggling to reach her with weak limbs, barely clinging onto the gun.

"That's enough, Missy!" The Doctor reaches for her umbrella but she jerks it away, losing her aim as she does so.

Everything else seems to happen in the same half-second.

The stranger climbs to his knees, both hands back on his weapon, and lifts it just above his shoulders. There's a deafening shriek of electricity and a burst of white-hot light and Missy's umbrella clatters to the floor, her body listing to one side, the momentum of the shot sending the chair rolling back a few feet. The Doctor shouts something indecipherable, lurching forwards, arms closing around the kneeling alien.

Behind them all, three sets of lift doors open.

[k7l4d4]

Midnight Striga: Fairy Tail/Owl House Cross Fic Episode 4 Part 6

Hello all, here is the thrilling conclusion to Midnight Striga, Episode 4! Everybody Clap Your Hands!!!

They roared, furious at the intruders who had dared to wound them. The lesser one had struck them with an infernal sound, the weight and force pinning them in place. It was humiliating as much as it was painful. How did the little pest challenge them? Why did it believe it could? Still, it had ceased. They pounced, using the walls of the not-tree/nest/den to propel them towards their foes. They would not lose this chase!!

As the Beast rushed them, Luz jumped up, a spell forming in her hands. “Light-Make: Shackles!!” In a flash, chains and bindings of light surged forth, clamping harshly around the limbs of the Beast. Luz allowed herself a moment to grin, only to pale as the Beast effortlessly ripped through the bindings, screaming in fury. “Boscha!” She yelled, hoping her warning came in time. It didn’t.

With a cry, Boscha rushed in, rapidly moving to spin up a spell with the opening Luz’s spell had created, only to blink in shock at how easily the Owl Beast destroyed the bindings, backhanding her into the far wall, much to her pain. “Gah!”

“Boscha!” King yelped, rushing to her side. He may not have liked her, but she didn’t need to die!!

“Guh, I’m okay, my ribs are just a little sore,” She bit out through the pain, waving off King’s concern.

At the sight of Boscha’s status, nowhere near as bad as she’d feared, Luz felt a smidge of relief… that was quickly squashed as she realized she was still falling towards the Owl Beast. The Beast roared, lashing out again, sending Luz hurtling towards the others. With a yelp, the two moved to catch her, just barely bracing themselves in time for her to crash into them.

“Well, looks like a full frontal assault failed!” Luz chuckled painfully, getting a snort from Boscha, and a flat look from King. Her sheepish grin dropped into seriousness. “But still, I don’t think we’ll have long until it charges again. King, do you have enough to launch another spell?” She didn’t think he did but…

King raised a finger, taking a deep breath, only to painfully cough. “Nope.” He croaked. “I’m tapped out. Still haven’t shaken off our spar.” The two bit back curses. With a fighter officially down, they had to change strategies.

With a tisk, Luz slung a startled King over her shoulders, breaking out into a run, Boscha right behind her. As they ducked down the halls, they heard the Owl Beast roaring behind them, it’s weight crashing through the halls in pursuit. “Shit!” Luz cursed, King jostling against her back. “We’ve got to figure out how to slow it down!”

“I think we’ve already established that!” Boscha snapped. “But how are we actually going to, you know, do it!?”

“What the interloper said!” King shouted, sending Luz’s ear ringing.

Luz wracked her brain, trying to find a solution. Then, an idea struck. “Well, we need to find a light bright enough and big enough to stun it. Your light spells and explosions don’t last long enough, and my Light-Make spells aren’t bright enough.”

“Can’t you use that Flash spell from before!?” Boscha asked incredulously.

Luz gravely shook her head. “Nope. An annoying condition of that spell is that it has to be built up and prepped ahead of time. I always have it stored in case I need a quick getaway, but it takes at least a day to charge up again.”

“Then why the heck did you waste it on me!?!?” Boscha demanded.

“Because you would have died if I didn’t!” Luz fired back, bewildered.

Boscha made to shout, then shut it, cheeks flushing.

“As fun as this is,” King drawled, a note of hysteria creeping in. “We still don’t have anything that can distract that thing, and it’s gaining on us!!” He shrieked, pointing at the encroaching Beast behind them.

Luz cursed. “Eda’s gonna kill me for this.”

Before they could ask what she meant, Luz whirled around, essentially running backwards, and formed a spell. “Light-Make: Tree!” Slamming her hands in front of her, she summoned up a mighty tree, tearing through the ceiling and parts of the floor, and let it tilt, tearing down part of the upper floor with it, creating an effective barricade. The Owl Beast screamed in protest.

Grinning in satisfaction, Luz turned on her heel. It turned out to be a mistake, with a painful twist, her foot slid to the side, eliciting a sharp scream, pitching her forward. King and Boscha both cried in worry. “I’m fine!” She said tightly, clutching her leg. “It’s just a sprain, it’s gonna hurt like a bitch, but it’s not too bad.” She carefully shifted pressure off the offending limb, hissing in pain, much to the two’s worry.

“I-I can see why you said Eda would be mad.” Boscha tried to joke. Thankfully, both King and Luz gave half hearted chuckles; they appreciated her trying to lighten the mood. As they gave the barricade a closer look, they noticed that it seemed to be stable, with no hints of the Beast trying to dig through. They sighed.

“Okay, we’ve got to move now. No telling how much time before it finds a way to us.” Luz stated, putting on her game face. She placed her hands on the floor, moving to push herself up, only for King and Boscha to each push down a shoulder, sporting matching looks of disbelief.

“Yeah no.” Boscha bit out, torn between concern and anger. “You just said you have a sprained ankle; that isn’t something you should be putting any pressure on.”

“I am not having my most loyal follower after Francois cripple herself!” King declared, arms folded in defiance.

“B-But!” Luz stuttered. “We need to get going!!”

“Yeah.” Boscha said casually, stooping down, much to Luz’s confusion. Confusion that grew as King forcibly dragged her forward. “That’s why I’m gonna carry you.” With a bolt of alarm, Luz started squirming, only for Boscha to aid the little demon, using her position to forcefully bring Luz closer and sling her over her shoulders.

“This is humiliating!” Luz whined. She didn’t whine often. She only really did it when she felt helpless in the physical sense. She didn’t like being reminded of that time in her life, not that they knew.

“Sorry to hear that, but suck it up.” Boscha replied. There was no way she was letting Luz potentially permanently damage herself when she could help. “So, what are we gonna do?” She asked, hoping it closed off Luz’s whining before it got bad.

Luz hummed to herself, thinking. As she wracked her brain, she recalled that video from before, and more importantly, the symbol. ‘Please be what I think you are.’ She pleaded internally. Out loud, she said, “I have an idea. I’m not totally sure it’ll work, but we need to get back to my stuff.”

“You’ve got something that can help?” King questioned.

“Would’ve been great of you to mention before we tried to snatch the thing.” Boscha grumbled.

“Ah, cut me some slack, I just now thought of it!” Luz complained. Her eyes sharpened. “Besides, it still may not work. While I’d hate to do it, that confrontation gave me an idea; if we can collapse enough of the house, we can box it in until the rain ends.” She carefully ignored the painful clenching in her stomach at the thought of destroying Eda’s home to save themselves, even if it turned out to be necessary. “And, if the worst happens, at least Boscha can still get away.” She smiled faintly at the thought that at least one of them could live if it all went to hell.

“Yeah, I ain’t doing that.” Boscha flatly stated, smoothly jumping over a bit of furniture, having gotten moving while Luz was talking, King scrambling behind her to keep up.

“What!?” Luz exclaimed. “Are you insane!?”

“No!” Boscha retorted, being mostly honest in it. “I do like living, you know, but I’m not gonna run away from my problems again!!”

“Again?” Luz questioned.

“Not important.” Boscha bit out, sliding around the corner, wincing at the sound of King crashing into the wall behind her. She faintly mapped out what she could remember of the building, and her memory of where Luz had left her stuff, ear tuned to the sounds of the Beast.

“I really think it-” Luz started.

“Oh look, we’re here!” Boscha said, just a little too chipperly. Eyeing her suspiciously, Luz grumbled as she slid off her back, stifling a shout as her ankle hit the ground. “You okay?” Boscha asked.

“I’ll be fine.” Luz said stoically. “Just help me get to my notebook. What I need should be inside.”

“On it.” King panted, having caught up to them and just barely caught what luz had said. Rushing for the pile while Boscha helped Luz to her feet, he quickly riffed through the materials before finding the notebook. “Found it! It was pretty close to the top.”

“Thanks.” Luz said, cracking a pained grin. Hissing, she eased herself to the floor, pulling the notebook before her. As she leafed through it, she grinned as she spotted the page she needed. “Found it.” She said, gesturing to the picture inside.

“A symbol?” Boscha asked confusedly. She shot Luz a look. “Is this some kind of Human Magic thing?”

“Nah, if anything, this is a form of Witch magic.” Luz calmly replied, at least externally, as Boscha and King exchanged glances. Internally, Luz was begging and pleading that this worked. “And if I copy it, it should,” Luz continued, her internal begging increasing, “do this!” She declared, and as the piece of paper she ripped out to test the symbol crumbled up, and formed a ball of light, she mentally screamed with relief.

“How is this happening?” Boscha hushedly said, King staring in bewildered awe.

Luz gave a tired shrug. “Beats me. All I know is it showed up in the recording of you testing the light spell.” She replied tiredly. As King and Boscha processed her statement, she turned to look at the ball of light floating before them. “If I’m right, if I can draw that symbol big enough, I should be able to make one of these strong enough to stun the Owl Beast and feed her the potion, all I need is-”

“SHRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!” The sound of the Owl Beast’s roar, painfully close, ripped through the room.

“Time.” Luz glumly finished. “Something we don’t have.” She turned her gaze to Boscha. “You sure don’t want to bail?”

“I already said I wouldn’t.” Boscha said gruffly. She breathed. “Besides, if it’s time you need,” she fought every impulse inside that screamed for her not too… and let the flames bloom in her hand. “I can get you it.” She finished, a grave look on her face.

“...Okay.” Luz agreed, knowing she couldn’t talk her out of it. She turned her head to King. “You ready to help me draw this thing, your Highness?”

“A King looks after his own.” King repeated her words from before. “I can’t help Boscha fight, but I can help you. Just try and stop me.”

Boscha cracked a grin at the two as they set to work, before resolutely marching for the sounds of furniture and walls being smashed. Her smile faded. This was gonna be where it all started for her… or where it all ended. The fire felt warm in her fist.

They screamed in rage, fury building at the sight before them. A false-tree-light had born before them, tearing through the not-tree/nest/den’s ceiling, bringing the not-tree wood crashing before them. They had been denied their prey. The Light-Dancer had tried to bind them. Yes, the invaders would die slowly for this transgression. They tore through this infernal domain, furious at the indignities they had suffered.

As they searched high and low for another route to their prey, they felt a familiar itch, one they had thought long gone. The anticipation of a truly challenging hunt. They gave a growling chuckle of amusement. Their prey had shown to be clever, using strange tricks to distract them, and impressive fortitude to survive their blows. It was impressive; not enough to dissuade them for killing those who had wronged them, but impressive nonetheless. The chance at a truly challenging battle against a worthy rival was a heady thing.

A scent filled their nose, causing them to perk up. They sniffed deeply, tasting it, letting it fill them. Prey. A growl tore from their throat. Their prey had moved close enough to them to scent. How fortunate. With a leap, they tore through the halls, giving no thought for the uselessness surrounding them, their talons ripping anything they fell upon to naught but shreds. As they reached the intersecting paths with the heaviest scent, they inhaled… and bellowed.

“SHRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAACCCCCCKKKKKKK!!!!!!”

They growled in pleasure. Either their roar would rouse their prey to battle, or it would send them scurrying in fright. Either way, they would enjoy it; a battle to the finish, or closing in the fearful and the weak. Oh, it would be glorious. As they prowled down the confined wood-tunnel they pulled back to roar once more… and leapt back from a barrage of flames smelling of blood and ashes.

“The only way you’re getting at them is if you make it past my stone-cold corpse, ugly!”

They narrowed their eyes at the sight of one of the intruders; it was the three-eyed youngling who had hidden from them and led them on a chase before. They growled, low and deep. This was a long time coming.

Boscha took a deep breath, releasing it slowly, calming the nerves that were threatening to come at the sight of her flames. She didn’t have time for that (she would deal with it later). This thing was threatening people who needed her, who were depending on her. She idly noted that the flames burned out without spreading, leaving blackened wood behind; good to know she wouldn’t have to risk burning down the house at least.

With a shout, she rushed as close to the Beast as she could, a move that surprised it if it’s failure to react was anything to go off of. As it glanced down in bewilderment, Boscha cocked her fist, and smashed it across the jaw, watching in glee at the Beast reeling a good five feet back. Not giving it time to retaliate, she leapt in again, feeling flames coat her leg as she reared back to kick, sweeping the Beast’s frontal talons out from under it. As the Beast’s head started to fall, she pulled back and gave an uppercut, grinning in vicious glee as the Beast’s head snapped back. She sprinted forward, ready to deliver another combo… only for the Beast to catch her outstretched fist in its talons, a look of furious glee coating its animalistic face.

They were enraged. The Three-eyed-one had used fire against them. Fire was almost as bad as light! And even more, the three-eyed had HURT them!! It made no sense, such a small thing should not have the strength to move them, let alone wound them. A familiar wet feeling filled their mouth, eliciting a growl. The three-eyed was clever, it seemed, but it had the look of the newly strong, those that had yet to learn what they wielded. They had much experience putting those like the three-eyed in their place.

With a snarl, they threw the three-eyed back after they caught her predictable attack, almost scoffing at how simple it was. With a shriek, they lunged forward, talons flashing to rend the feeble thing’s flesh from her bones. To their shock, the little thing caught their talons in her own. Still, it was far weaker, as evidenced by how it faltered beneath their might. Twisting they and the shell’s shared form into baring their fangs, they pressed the attack. Sparks started building in the little thing’s opposite set of talons. With a roar, the three-eyed shoved forward, flames leaping for their face. Screaming, they pulled back, unintentionally leaving them vulnerable.

Boscha rushed for the Beast’s bared belly, flames raging in each hand. “Eat this you KNOCK OFF GRIFFIN!!!” She shouted, slamming both fists into the creature’s bulk, trying her hardest to tune out the screams of pain that sounded far too familiar to not be in her head. With a roar, she delivered another blast into the massive target in front of her, doing her damnedest to block out the screams filling her head. “I won’t let you hurt them!!” If she just kept shouting, just kept blasting, this would end, the fight would end, the screaming would stop.

They howled in agony. The three-eyed had burned their body, coated them in flames!! But… it was unfocussed, they could sense it. If they timed it just right… NOW!!! With a scream, they slammed the raging youngling to the side, rushing forward to the remaining prey, the youngling screaming behind them.

“NOOOO!!!” Boscha screamed, scrambling to her feet. She couldn’t fail, she couldn’t let them down!! But it got past her! How!? Was she really… so weak? Of course she was. Gritting her teeth, Boscha shook her head, clearing out the painful thoughts. Rushing forward, she hoped King and Luz had finished in time.

“SHHRRRRRYYYYYAAAAAAAKKKK!!!!!” Luz and King flinched at the fast encroaching sounds of the Beast. They were almost finished, having a few false starts at first trying to get in sync, but they had almost gotten it. They just needed a few… more… seconds!

They lunged into the burrow the intruders had hidden away in, spotting them making peculier markings alongside the den wall. Screaming, they lunged forth. Whatever manner of trick this was, they would not let them complete it!!!

“Luz, look out!!” King screamed, scrambling back as Luz turned. The world slowed down. The Beast bore down on her, talons flashing in the dreary light. Luz’s life started to flash before her; watching the games with her Mama as a kid, training with teacher, those miserable days in that cage, the adventures she had had exploring those “ruins”... her days trapped by the Oroboros. A tear came to her eye. She was going to die.

“NNNNOOOOOOO!!!!!” Boscha’s voice screamed, a massive surge of heat coating the room. The Owl Beast screamed, rearing back. As Luz gaped at what she strongly suspected had been Boscha saving her by the skin of her teeth, she glanced back at the giant glyph behind her, the giant COMPLETED glyph behind her!! Lunging backwards, she slapped her hands against it as hard as she could, watching in relief as the wall was consumed, an absolutely colossal sphere of light forming. The Beast screamed again, this time from another form of pain, as it desperately clutched at its face.

NNOOOOOO!!! They could not abide by it! They Could Not Stand The Light!!! It Burned Them Too Much!!! Please!! STOP!!!! A familiar scent filled their nose, a splashing sound echoing through their ears as a familiar taste filled their jaws. POISON!!! It was all a trick to give them the poison! They wanted to silence them! To bind them in the shell again!! Tears pricked at their eyes. Please… don’t do it. Please do not send us back to sleep…

Please…

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Eda grumbled, blearily blinking her eyes. With a yawn, she stumbled to her feet, wincing at the slight pain all along her body. “Ah Titans! What happened?”

“You forgot to take your potion.” King’s voice sounded.

Eda sighed in relief. “Oh, so I just forgot to take my- FORGOT TO TAKE MY POTION!?” She shot to her feet, panic and alarm racing through her body. Frantically glancing back and forth, she spotted King, casually leaning against the counter, looking exhausted and smug. “King!” Eda cried, rushing forward. King’s eyes widened in surprise as Eda bodily picked him up and pulled him tight. “Oh Titans I’m glad you’re okay!” She cheered, a relieved grin splayed across her face, before shifting into worry. “Luz wasn’t hurt, was she?!?”

“Nah, not by you at least.” King shrugged, as she opened her mouth, he explained. “She twisted her ankle after bringing down the ceiling to get you to stop chasing us for a bit.”

“Bring down the-!? You know what, forget it!” Eda stopped herself before she could get going. “I’m just glad the two of you are okay. Mostly at least. Any cleanup is something I can handle later. Now, where is the kid, anyway?” She asked.

“Saying goodbye to her friend.” King blithely stated.

“Friend?” Eda asked, incredibly confused. “What, did a Snaggleback show up?” She asked half-jokingly; she thought the things were fake, but if someone had gotten in during the rain…

“Yeah, but they only stuck around until the rain stopped.” King replied, stretching out as he led the way. Eda bit her lip as she took stock of the damage. This rampage had been a lot worse than usual, and it nearly got her roommates killed, not to mention Hooty! “You know that girl Luz had to shove that Devil Slayer Lacrima into?” He queried.

“Yeah, the one who went pyromaniac on her, what about her?” Eda retorted. She had a feeling about why, but she wanted confirmation.

“Apparently, one of the things that fusing with it did to her was make it really hard for heat to hurt her; she’s basically immune to Boiling Rain now, and got caught in it when it started up earlier.”

Eda felt her eyebrows raise into her hair. That wasn’t something you heard every day. As the two of them made their way into the living room, they spotted Luz slipping a small metal box into a three-eyed girl’s hands with a wink, prompting a blush from her as she turned to leave. Now, Eda would normally tease Luz about that… but she was more concerned about what had happened, and that blush didn’t look like a romantic one either, so it wouldn’t be in good taste. She had some standards for teasing, thank you very much!

As they walked into earshot, with Eda catching sight of a snoring, scratched up Hooty, much to her embarrassment, Luz turned to them, her eyes widening in shock. “Eda!” She shouted. Eda expected a lot of things at that moment… but the girl running up to her and tackling her into a hug wasn’t one of them. “Oh man am I glad you’re okay!” She turned her gaze up to Eda, letting Eda see the tears pricking at her eyes. “From now on, me and King are going to be making sure you take your potions every morning! You hear me Miss Wild Witch!?”

Eda chuckled, reciprocating the hug, feeling herself relax at the reassurance that yes, her kids were okay, and no, they didn’t hate her for keeping this a secret from them. She had a feeling they’d be holding it over her head a lot though. “Okay, you’ve got it Little Miss Mage.” She chuckled slightly at the puff-cheeked pout she got from the girl; for all she acted so wise and mature, she really was just a kid who’d be in Hexside. She shifted her grin into a wry smirk. “So, what happened while I was in Rawr-Rawr Land?” She asked, hoping it wasn’t too bad.

Boscha sighed, feeling her hands shake. The way the voices had surged back into her head before, when she had used the fire… it scared her. But it was something she’d have to get over, one way or another. With a grunt, she brought out the lighter thing Luz had given her, flicking the head. At the sight of the tiny flame at its tip, her stomach grumbled. She popped the flame into her mouth, letting the smooth minty flavor spread. She moaned in delight. Luz had really come through with this thing; it was definitely going to help her keep the whole “I-eat-fire-now” thing under wraps.

“THE EMPEROR SAID WWWWHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAATTTTTTTT!?!?!?”

And it looked like Luz told the Owl Lady the story. With a chuckle, and feeling just a smidge happier about the whole ordeal, Boscha made her way home. It wasn’t much, but she had a hint of what path she wanted now. Just a hint though.