#he is the most irritating person in the world and he drives her crazy most of the time but above all of that she just likes him!

[lisbonsteresa]

why does she look at him like that though

[imthepunchlord]

on one hand i feel like it’d probably be better for balancing to give marinette a miraculous since there’s currently so few calamitous and it’d probably be best to give those to the villains so there can be multiple antagonists, HOWEVER i adore the concept of marinette having a calamitous because it’s so interesting!! like how did she get it? why does she have it? so many questions that could end up having a cool backstory behind it, and i also just love the idea of marinette having to prove herself to the team and work to earn their trust. the concept is just fascinating to me tbh

If it happens, it would be interesting to see. And could be quite tense with what I'm initially thinking so far for how Miraculous and Calamitous work.

Both work off having deals made.

For Miraculous fairies, it's a contract that's to be upheld. They offer to grant a small wish for their humans (very small stuff that won't effect too many others, just their human), but in return that human is expected to step up as a hero and help others or their agenda. And that wish will stay granted so long as the human does as the fairy wants them to. These fairies are fine terminating their deal when the human wants to, or it's time to move on, though humans are to be aware that the continuance of the wish stops (which depending on the wish, may not effect much).

Calamitous fairies though, it's more a deal with a devil that entirely works off that fairy's benefit. They'll grant any wish, big or small, they'll "work" for your agenda, so long as you throw the world into chaos. And the humans that do wind up with a Calamitous, they technically get what they want, but not exactly what they want. And any human that tries to terminate their deal usually have an ill fate given that they're no longer "partners".

Calamitous fairies typically prefer to go to the worst or those that are at their lowest so they're easier to manipulate to play off that low emotional state, so IF Marinette did get one, she'd be a rarity. Most likely, it's her finding one by sheer accident as they like to "latch" onto humans and immediately strike that deal. Most likely was aiming for Chloe and she unknowingly got in the way.

And as I prefer comedy over angst, Endurr/Arrdor are going to find it's not so easy working with Marinette.

Endurr would try to intimidate Marinette into submission, only to get pillowed into submission himself or will wind jarred until he stops being so mean or is ready to leave her alone! Cause she didn't ask for this! Only Endurr is too proud to just up and leave... that's admitting defeat. If Weeve ever found out, he would never live it down. She would stalk him, cackling over his failure for centuries...

So he stays to try and make this work. He'll pressure her into doing bad. To be chaotic. She thinks she's unlucky, he'll make it worse!

Doesn't matter how much she picks up herself, or how much she rolls with the punches. She has to break sometime.

Chloe and Lila are terrible to her. Surely she wants revenge? To get back at them.

No?!

By Oberon, he's so irritated, he wants to take it out on these two girls for daring to harass his human. She's his to try and mess with. And if they're not going to help in their battle of wills they shouldn't bother!

And can she stop offering him cookies!

They're delicious and he hates it.

Arrdor would try to manipulate Marinette emotionally, but he works best over selfish-possessive-toxic people. And Marinette at the core is a selfless, empathetic, and compassionate person. She's going to challenge him on some of these points. She's going to drive him crazy with her need to help others cause no! We're here to cause chaos! We here to upset people!

Ok, yes, yES. Stealing your crush's phone! Now we're talking! Go through it! Discover his secrets! No! Don't just delete the voice mail! At least trash! Throw it in the Seine! DON'T GIVE IT BACK!

And what's worse for Arrdor is that, sometimes, he feels... colorful. He feels... pink.

It's the little things that cause this. They're what's at fault.

She doesn't like him. But she still brings him food.

She made himself a mini gothic dollhouse to haunt.

She'll ask his opinion, wanting a genuine opinion to the topic and not him arguing for arguing sake. And the few times he humors her, he feels heard.

And he... he feels.... warm. Tranquil. Pink.

But he's not pink. He's gray. He's gray. He's gray. He's gray. He'sgrayhe'sgrayhe'sgrayhe'sgrayhe'sgr--

[jujitto]

𝖠 𝖫𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖢𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 | 🎧 . !! 𝖲𝗁𝖾̂𝗇 𝖰𝗎𝖺́𝗇𝗋𝗎𝗂̀

—★! 𝗐𝖼 ! 𝟣.𝟢𝗄

—★! 𝖼𝗈𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗋𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 ! 𝗇𝗈𝗇𝖾!

—★! 𝗌𝗒𝗇𝗈𝗉𝗌𝗂𝗌 ! 𝗒/𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝗌𝖼𝗁𝗈𝗈𝗅 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈𝗈 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿, 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖻𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍. 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗂𝗍𝗍𝗅𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍. 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗍𝗈 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝖽𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗁𝖾𝗋.

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Y/N didn't feel like trying anymore. She was tired and just wanted to sleep...no cry. Yeah, that's all she wanted to do. Crying is all she felt like doing. Pushing the door open to the empty space, she was met with silence. Y/N sighed, tossing her bag down by the door, as she shuffled her way through the apartment.

Ricky wasn't home, but he usually was. He would always meet her at the door with a kiss and smile. It had become their routine over the last few months of their living together. But this was the first time she was greeted with nothing but silence. No smiling boyfriend to ask about her day. Especially when she needed him the most. Y/N sighed, going to rummage through her bag for her textbooks.

As a way to distract herself. And yet she struggled to stay focused. The words on the page began to blur and become a jumble of nonsense. Her mind and heart were tired of learning. She just wanted to do something other than University work.

‘Where is he?’ She wondered as she pushed the textbooks away from her. Y/N’s head came to lay against the cool surface of the table. Her fingers traced little shapes into its surface. A long sigh left her lips. The apartment was quiet, the only sound being her breathing. The silence was too much for her to bear so she pulled out her phone to text him.

She quickly typed out a message, sighing as she read it.

**Will you be home soon?**

The message seemed so innocent. And yet to her, she felt as though it came off as her being clingy. She hadn't meant for it to come out that way. She just wanted her boyfriend home. But it was too late to delete the already sent message. Seconds later, her phone buzzed with the sound of a message coming through.

She looked at the device, her eyes reading the message.

**Are you okay? Do you need me to come home?**

**Can you?** Y/N was quick to reply, a wave of embarrassment hitting her as reread the message. Gosh, she sounded so clingy. She hated it. She felt pathetic. Her phone vibrated in her hand.

**Be there soon.**

She had gotten what but why did she feel as if she shouldn't have texted him? Y/N shouldn't have to call him to soothe her tiredness and take her away from this irritating world. And that was her problem. She always needed him to soothe her frustration and needed him to hold her in his arms.

She just wanted him. Time seemed to go slow as she awaited his arrival. Y/N waited for minutes, which seemed to turn into hours for her. The silence was driving her crazy. Some part of her couldn't hold back the tears anymore. So she let them go. The tears streamed down her cheeks and onto the table.

Everything seemed to blur as she cried. So much so that she didn't hear the door opening or the sound of approaching footsteps until she was wrapped in a warm embrace.

Ricky gently shushed her, his thumb wiping away her tears. Y/N just cried in his arms, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. Tears had begun to soak his shirt as he held her.

Ricky just held her, that's what he normally did. It became their little thing. Whenever life or school got too hard, he was always the first person she would go to. He would hold her until she calmed down enough to talk or just be there for her.

He didn't know how she felt, and he probably never would but the fact that he comforted her and did his best to try to understand was enough for her. Her cries began to cease, and the tears had stopped streaming down her cheeks.

Y/N pulled back slightly from his embrace, her head resting on his chest. “Do you want to talk about it?” Ricky asked as his hand rubbed soothing circles on her back. Y/N sighed, shaking her head.

Ricky knew that would be her answer. She never wanted to talk about what was bothering her, it was something Ricky never understood. Silence settled over them, Ricky’s hand still rubbing circles on her back. “I-it’s all stressful.” She stuttered. Ricky didn't say anything as he listened.

He always listened whenever she decided to open up. Him just listening always seemed to bring her comfort. “University, work, everything is stressful. I-i just need a break from it all.” Her voice tried as she trailed off.

Y/N was tired. She didn't feel like talking, crying, or anything anymore. She just wanted to sleep and forget. Forget her stress, her troubles. Everything. Ricky hummed, his arms pulling her closer. Some part of him wasn't sure what to say.

But then again the other part of him did. “Maybe you should. I know it's probably not what you want to hear but maybe it's what you need to hear.” Ricky spoke. Y/N sighed, knowing what he was saying was true. For the last few months, she had been pushing herself non-stop.

She needed to stop and take some time for herself. She sighed nodding as she looked up at him. A yawn left her, exhaustion starting to kick in. “Let’s go get some rest.” Ricky said, as his hand took hers.

Y/N nodded, following him to their shared bedroom. She sighed happily as she cuddled into the warmth of his embrace. Her mind and body could finally relax. The weight on her chest and mind had disappeared. Sleepily she spoke as she drifted off, “Thank you.” Ricky smiled, pulling her closer as he set a reminder. ‘Give y/n the break she deserves.’ Placing his phone down, he wrapped his arm tighter around her.

He was going to give y/n the break she deserved. He promised her that.

[thought--bubble]

Kitty Cat Part 2 (Revised)

Ettore X (Neuro-Divergent Reader)

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Word Count: 1,341

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Warnings: predatory behavior, mentions of noncon, Ettore himself.

A/N: Ettore is mega creepy here. But this is how I see him. If you don't like dark dark creepy Ettore please don't read this. It gets worse in later parts.

Ettore was fine with the fact that he had been sentenced to life in prison. His life wasn't all that great to begin with. A mess from the start. He did not, however, account for how badly he would crave a woman's touch when he was in a place like prison. Where that touch was impossible to find.

So when his solicitor offered a reprieve in the form of a space mission where they would be trying to do something with something he didn't pay any attention to, he accepted without hesitation. He accepted because of one word. Coed. During his long-winded explanation, his solicitor had mentioned on board that there would be a coed prisoner population. That was really all Ettore had to hear in order to agree. There would be women on board. Criminal women, but still there would have to be at least one woman he could get to touch him, and if not, he had other ways of making them comply.

That's how, a few weeks later, he found himself being strapped into a ship destined for space, sitting next to a woman, and he couldn't help but stare.

It has been so long

He fights the urge to reach out and run his hand down her face, and opts to just stare. The woman is clearly uncomfortable and pushes his face away.

She probably isn't the right choice

He looks around, sizing up the other prisoners. He doesn't pay too much attention to the men. The majority of them seem to be about his age, and none of them look particularly tough where he would truly worry about them being a threat. So he sets his sights on the women. Most look about his age as well. There is a skinny blonde he thinks might make a good choice.

Should be easy to overpower

A redhead catches his eye. The look on her face says she may be a challenge. They lock eyes and he can see anger and disgust in her gaze.

Not worth the trouble

Next to her is another little bird you. He can't get a clear view of your face since you are rubbing it into the seatbelt that's strapped over your shoulder.

Crazy isn't good. Might be unpredictable. Would probably be loud. A screamer. The crazy ones always scream.

He resigns himself to his original decision. The skinny blonde would be the woman he sets his sights on.

His attention is drawn back to the redhead and the crazy one, you. The redhead has her knuckles pressed up against your temple, and you're nuzzling.

She wants to be touched. Needs it.

A willing participant would surely make this easier. Less likely to be caught. Since the rules stated, no physical relationships between inmates are allowed. Maybe he wrote off the crazy girl too fast.

He settled into life on the ship pretty quickly. He functioned better in a world with routines. A set place to go and set a list of things to do. The box was convenient, too. His favorite place to be on the ship.

He watched the other prisoners relentlessly. Figuring out their personalities and quirks was paramount. If he knew how they worked he would know exactly how to deal with them.

The red head named Boyse kept you glued to her side. He overheard her call you Kitty. The nickname suited you. You were constantly rubbing your head on Boyse's shoulder purring as you did so. He couldn't stop staring.

He watched you all the time. In the cafeteria was his favorite. You would scoot up impossibly close to Boyse, who would rub your cheek while continuing to eat. You would nuzzle and purr. A small smile on your face. Eyes sparkling.

It was driving him crazy.

You had attempted to be touched by every inmate here. Except him. This irritated him to no end. They all avoided you or pushed you away. So why did you avoid him?

He would touch you.

He would touch you and never stop. He would run his hands along your whole body and back up again.

This had to be Boyse's doing.

Fucking cockblock.

He waited for an opening.

A situation in which he could get close enough to you to entice you into touching him. Then he would have you.

This opportunity finally presented itself in the form of assignments. You were assigned laundry duty with him. Just the two of you in the laundry room. Everyone else will be busy with their own assignments. Including Boyse.

A pleased grumble crept it's way up his throat, and his fingers tingled.

He went to collect the laundry. He moved swiftly so he could get to the laundry room first.

Setting a little trap for a little kitty

He takes the laundry he had so far collected and heads to the laundry room and drops the pile by the machine.

Not here yet

He ponders whether he should hide in the room and wait for your arrival or sneak back in once you have already entered. He decides to collect more laundry and sneak back in.

It's easier to trap a cat if you get them cornered

Ettore goes back and collects the last few remaining scraps of dirtied laundry he can find before skulking back to the laundry room.

He comes up to the doorway as quietly as he can. You're bent over loading clothes into the washer. From where you are standing, there is the washer in front of you and a folding table to your left. That leaves your right and behind you open. The pile of clothes he had left behind is to your right.

She could step over that pile easily enough

He decides to come up slightly to the right but still behind you. His long arms could reach out and grab you if you decided to take off in either of those directions.

He comes up quietly and drops the clothes onto the pile that already litters the floor.

"That should be all of em, I collected you can load em yeah?"

You dont reply, not that he expected you to. You nod lightly and continue loading the machine.

You are bent over at the waist. Eyes on the laundry or the machine, he isn't sure. All he knows is your eyes are not on him. He takes this as an opportunity to move in closer to you. He is right up behind you now, his body heating up with anticipation.

It's at this moment you stand up straight and look him directly in the eyes. He looks back at you, his hands tingling, ready to reach out and grab you before you can make your escape . Much to his surprise, you move towards him and not away.

Suddenly, you make contact. You're rubbing your face against his upper arm. He immediately tenses. Surprised that you initiated contact. That doesn't happen to him often.

You continue nuzzling, making that little purring noise as you do. The tense feeling starts to leave his body and is replaced by a different sensation. A sensation of thrill and excitement. He slides his hand over the back of your neck and pauses for a second. You don't pull away or try to push him off. You just keep nuzzling. He slides his hand up into your hair and starts to lightly drag his nails across your scalp.

He sighs as he feels goosebumps travel up his back and over his shoulders. He grips your hair tight and pulls your body completely flush against his and much to his surprise you let him. There is no resistance at all. He pushes his nose into the hair at the top of your head and takes a deep breath in. You smell of the same soap he uses. The soap everyone on this ship is forced to use he muses. He let out a shakey breath and chuckles.

"Oh kitty. You are in trouble"

And I am in paradise

A/N: thanks to anyone who reads! Will be starting part 3 soon. Only working on two active series at the moment. Having a lot of fun writing it too!

Part 3

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[jungle-angel]

From A Father To His Son (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: Despite everything he had been through, Rhett comes to a realization that his family would do anything for you, him and Amy

Warnings: Perry slander, shouting, cursing, mentions of abuse, custody battle, Perry being a total shithead etc. etc. 

Tagging: @sebsxphia @nobody7102​

It was a gloomy, rainy evening, one of those evenings where not a single person would have ever thought it best to go anywhere or do anything. Rain pelted the windows while thunder had begun to roll over Wabang, the chill in the air giving you and Rhett a glimpse of the chilly autumn that would soon be coming. 

Rhett sat at the kitchen table with a mug full of steaming hot cinnamon and vanilla coffee, made just a little lighter by the splash of milk that had come from the gallon jug in the fridge. It had been a long day and an even tougher one. Amy was only a week and a half old, the tiny little baby needing round-the-clock care, but the thought of Perry trying to get at her was always on his mind. Always it lingered like a bad smell, annoying and irritating, gnawing at his bones and his mind ceaselessly. 

The day that you had brought Amy home had been three days after Rebecca had left, not wanting a single thing to do with the family or her daughter. You and Rhett had both felt horrible and yet, you were both at ease knowing that Amy would be better off with the both of you. 

But he also thought back to the days when he and Perry had been children. Rhett had often been left to his own devices while Perry remained under the watchful eyes of his mother and father. Rhett had always wondered why, why they hadn’t paid as much attention to him as they had done for Perry. It was enough to drive him crazy.....utterly, fucking crazy. 

The kitchen door creaked open and in walked Royal who hung his hat on the rack near the microwave. “Hey son,” he said. 

Rhett didn’t respond, bringing the coffee mug to his lips and taking in that warming liquid. “Come back to gimme shit?” Rhett asked him. 

Royal sighed and shook his head. “Listen, Rhett.....” 

“Whaddaya want Dad?” Rhett questioned. “Huh? Still protecting Perry like he’s the prodigal son?” 

Royal snorted a little. “Wouldn’t protect that shithead after what he did.” 

Rhett scrunched his eyebrows together. “Whaddaya mean?” 

Royal seated himself across from Rhett. “Every day I look at that baby upstairs and I think back to you, Rhett,” Royal explained. “The day you entered this world, I held you and made a vow to protect you no matter the cost. When you and (y/n) brought Amy home last weekend, I thought of you.” 

Rhett had never expected to hear that from his father. Growing up, Royal hadn’t been the most affectionate with him.....no, that had fallen on Royal’s father, River Abbott, a salty Vietnam Veteran who had practically taken care of Rhett when Royal and Cecelia couldn’t. To hear it from Royal himself was a complete shock. 

Royal pulled an envelope out of the inside pocket of his coat and slid it over to Rhett, the corner reading the address of the Amelia County Courthouse. “What’s this?” 

“Paperwork for the lawyers,” Royal explained. “Perry signs that and he relinquishes all parental rights to Amy, you and (y/n) get full, legal and binding custody of her until she’s eighteen.” 

Rhett went wide-eyed. “Dad how did you.....?” 

“I’ve known the judge since we were kids,” Royal answered. “Your godfather promised to have Beth intervene if necessary too.” 

Rhett was in shock, complete shock at what Royal had done for him. “Dad you didn’t have to....” 

Royal held up a hand, a sign for Rhett to silence himself. “There’s somethin else too.....I owe you this more than anything.” 

He slid another envelope towards Rhett which was promptly opened. Rhett’s eyes grew even wider than before. “Dad?” 

“It’s the last twenty five thousand you and (y/n) need for the house in Montana,” he explained. “John and I had a good enough auction year that we could pool it together.” 

Rhett ran his hand over his mouth, his eyes beginning to mist over from the tears that were forming. “Dad I.....I dunno what to say,” he croaked.

“Ya’ll don’t have to say anything,” Royal insisted. “You three have been through enough.”

Rhett stood up and soon he and his father both had their arms around each other. “Thank you, Dad.” 

The sound of the porch stairs creaking, suddenly startled them both, but thankfully it was only Cecelia coming in from the barn. “Listen to me,” Royal warned him. “Ya’ll make sure that as soon as dinner’s over that (y/n) goes upstairs and locks herself and the baby in the nursery. I’ve got a feelin he’ll be home later and shit’s gonna hit the fan.” 

Rhett nodded and took the two envelops off the table, heading upstairs to put them away in the little wooden mailbox above his computer desk. He passed through the hall, right by the room that served as Amy’s nursery. Through the slightly ajar door, he saw you standing near Amy’s crib, calmly rocking her in your arms, cooing to her in the soft glow of her little Disney princess lamp that rested on her dresser. Amy looked so delicate and cozy, wrapped in the little Irish knit blanket that you and Cecelia had worked on since before she had been born. 

“Uh huh.....yeah I know.....but your Daddy will take care of that big, mean monster who likes to come around here and snoop,” you told Amy as she cooed sleepily. 

Rhett entered the room, unable to control the smile on his face upon seeing you. “How are my girlies?” he chuckled. 

“Well, one girlie is still having some trouble sleeping,” you answered. “And one has been wanting you all day long.” 

Rhett laughed a little bit, pushing a loose wisp of hair out of his face, drawing you in and kissing Amy’s little head. “Listen darlin,” he said in a low voice. “I’ve gotta tell you something.” 

“What’s up?” 

“Dad told me that after dinner he needs you and Amy to stay upstairs,” Rhett explained. “Don’t come outta here, no matter what you hear, no matter what’s said...lock the door and make sure you’re with Amy.” 

You nodded, not needing to ask any questions. The last time you had witnessed something in the Abbott household involving the huge fight between Perry and Rhett, had been something you wished you hadn’t witnessed. 

************

The kitchen was quieter than it had ever been, the two men dreading what would ensue the minute Perry saw those papers, Royal most of all. He didn’t feel guilty, not at all, but rather a deep sense of tension that left him and Rhett ramped up, the anxiety so noticeable one could have smelled it. 

“He ain’t comin,” Rhett muttered when the digital clock on the stove turned to eight. 

“Just you wait,” Royal said, taking a sip of the coffee in his mug. “He’ll come stompin through any minute.” 

Sure enough, there was the door, creaking open, only to shut again followed by the clunking of heavy boots.....Perry. 

“The fuck is this?” Perry asked when he entered the kitchen and saw the papers on the table. 

“Somethin for you to sign,” Royal informed him. 

Perry snatched the papers off the table, his eyes glazing over them quickly. The silent tension in the room had grown worse, Perry’s jaw clenching and his eyes burning before he slammed the papers to the table. 

“Hell no!” he declared loudly.

“You’re gonna sign those fuckin papers whether you like it or not,” Royal snarled. 

“That’s my daughter......MY daughter!” 

“She’s my daughter too,” Rhett said icily. 

“Fuck you!” Perry shouted. “She ain’t your flesh and blood! Your fuckin wife didn’t birth her!” 

Rhett and Perry lunged right for each other but Royal was quick enough to grab Perry by the shirtcollar and slammed him right onto the kitchen table, the coffee mugs spilling their contents and clattering to the floor. 

“Now you listen to me you shit-for-brains goat turd,” Royal sneered. “You go anywhere and I mean ANYWHERE, near that baby and I’ll fuckin bury you. You so much as TOUCH my grandbaby and I’ll have ya’ll shipped off to the backwoods in another country and see how ya’ll deal with it then.” 

“I’m your fuckin son, Dad,” Perry blurted out. 

“Not anymore,” Royal spat. “I gave ya every chance I could Perry. Enough’s enough. Ya’ll got two weeks to pack your shit and get the fuck outta my house. If ya aren’t out by then, I’m callin Joy to evict your sorry ass.” 

“M’sorry Dad,” Perry blurted out again. “M’sorry.” 

“Don’t you fucking say you’re sorry to us!” Rhett shouted. “You don’t know what either of us has given up to protect your sorry ass or to protect Amy from you! YOU’RE THE REASON AMY DOESN’T HAVE A FUCKING MOM!!!” 

Oh did that one shut Perry right up. He couldn’t even form words, much less a coherent sentence. 

“Go get the phone,” Royal told Rhett. “I want Rip, Kayce and Wes all in here as witnesses to make sure those papers get signed.” 

“Oh it would be my utmost pleasure Dad,” Rhett agreed, still coming down from the highs of his anger. 

*****************

Up in the nursery, you sat in the creaky old rocker that had been in the family for generations, gently rocking the tiny baby in your arms as she remained attached to your nipple. It wasn’t easy being on the medicine that stimulated the flow of milk, but Cecelia’s old home remedies had been an immense help as well. Besides, you and Rhett hadn’t been comfortable at all with the idea of Amy being completely bottle fed all the time. 

You tried not to think about the awful shouting and clattering downstairs in the kitchen, right below your feet, hoping it wouldn’t wake Amy. A wakeful little coo escaped Amy’s throat as she suckled away, filling her little belly full of milk to put her to sleep. 

“Slow down princess,” you chuckled, feeling her tug just slightly. “You must be hungrier than I thought.” 

You cringed a little bit when you heard a loud curse coming up through the floorboards, letting out the deep breath you held in. Thank God the door was locked. If anybody had broken in, you wouldn’t have been able to hide properly. 

You quietly sang to Amy, hoping that it would put you both at ease. You had always loved playing “Edelweiss” on the guitar or the little hand harp you had gotten as a wedding gift, the words so happy and full of love, reminding you of your first spring with Rhett and the story he told of his Oma Heidi and her journey to America. 

No sooner had you finished than a soft knock at the door signaled Rhett’s arrival. You carefully stood up and unlocked the door to let him in, a look of victory on his face. 

“Did you do it?” you asked. 

“Papers are signed,” Rhett answered, grinning when your face lit up. 

“She’s ours?!” you suddenly blurted out. “She’s really ours?” 

“She is sweetheart,” Rhett told you, kneeling beside the rocker and kissing the top of Amy’s head. “She’s all ours.” 

You were so full of joy that your eyes began to well up, even as Rhett pressed a sweet kiss to your lips. It would still be a bit of a long road, but at long last, Amy was rightfully yours.....and always would be. 

[bcolfanfic]

everytime i listen to picture me better by weyes blood i can't help but think of young vets buck and bucky. my heart hurt everytime i think of those boys. you've written them so perfectly. <3

what are some songs you associate with either of them?

heyy sorry it took me so long to get to this (and everything else in my box)- it’s finals szn at my law school and my brain is gonna be at like- total capacity till next thursday at 5pm central time. buttttt. i am big music as a story mood setter person so lotsss of thoughts. gonna focus on young vets au here, but i can make another similar post for show canon if ppl like this? im biggg into oldies music so that would actually be fun to me!

disclaimer: re: the young vets au the “veterans” part of the story takes place starting in august 2021 after the us pulled out of afghanistan. If you see a song and think “but wait that didn't come out until this year so they couldn't listen to that in 2022/2023” simply work with me here and don’t think that <3 LOL.

bucky

biggg zach bryan person and i think in general really likes that specific niche of “new age” country music. gets *irritated* by the hardcore conservative military country music lmfao, those vets that go hard in the sand for songs like courtesy of the red white and blue? not his people. that song gives him hives. also a big fleetwood mac guy, just scratches an itch on his brain. likes florence + the machine too.

east side of sorrow - zach bryan

i lost friends in the august heat / at night it was God I'd always meet / i said, "Lord, won't you bring me home? / i've got women in the west i wanna hold

oklahoma smokeshow - zach bryan

there's so much whiskey in his coke it'll make her nose bend / but she swears that his love is a damn God send / she's known God since she was a child

el dorado - zach bryan

you used to say you'd settle down / but that kind girl from school in town /she was gone before you got back home

to El Dorado, hell if I know if you're still alive /there's a note in the glovebox in your drive / El Dorado, hell if they know the difference in a hero / and a man i wish was still by my side

burn, burn, burn - zach bryan

i wanna be a child climbin' trees somewhere / breathin' in the fresh outside air / before I knew this life was unkind

you should probably leave - chris stapleton

sun on your skin, 6 am /and i been watchin' you sleep / and honey, i'm so afraid you're gonna wake up and say / that you should probably leave

me against the mountain - ian munsick

it’s me against the mountain / most days the mountain wins / but i’ll meet you tonight my love or i’ll meet my end / either way an angel’s waitin when i fought this fight

painkillers - rainbow kitten surprise

living just comes with a bit of heartache / heartache comes with a bit of young faith / faith stays young till your heart get broken / hope grows up to become someday / i never hurt no one and no one will ever hurt me / i believe i believe i believe i believe

motorcycle - colter wall

well, i figure i'll buy me a motorcycle / wrap her pretty little frame around a telephone pole / ride her off a mountain like old arlo

physco - jack kittel

don't hand me johnny's pup, mama / 'cause i might squeeze him too tight / i'm having crazy dreams again, mama

go your own way - fleetwood mac

if i could / baby, i’d give you my world / open up / everything's waiting for you

third eye - florence + the machine

i'm the same / i'm the same / i'm trying to change

astrovan - mt. joy

he said son you're famous in heaven / maybe you're famous in heaven / maybe there is no heaven / maybe we're all along together now / but i don't wanna see those tears again / you know Jesus drives an astrovan

gold dust woman - fleetwood mac

take your silver spoon, dig your grave / heartless challenge / pick your path and i'll pray

all these things that i’ve done - the killers

i got soul / but i'm not a solider

between me and you - brandon flowers

the first time that i saw your face / time stood still / i found my place / now i'm watching it tear out of my arm

gale

listens to zach bryan for bucky but his country music niche is more on the tyler childers side of things. likes older music too bc it’s what his mom would play around the house and he finds it comforting. i think he likes pop music more than bucky does lol, bucky ribs him a lil about some of it but he finds it endearing. the taste they share the most i think is the fleetwood mac and the killers/brandon flowers stuff.

follow you to virgie - tyler childers

back when all us boys were tryin' / to make sense of all these string / i can see her in the corner / singing along to all our crazy dreams

coal - tyler childers

so sometimes, i imagine that I'm getting pretty close to hell / and in my darkest hour, i cry out to the Lord / he says, "keep on a-mining, boy, 'cause that's why you were born

nose on the grindstone - tyler childers

well daddy, i've been tryin', i just can't catch a break / there's too much in this world that i can't seem to shake / but i remember your words, lord, they bring me the chills / keep your nose on the grindstone and out of the pills

folsom prison blues - johnny cash

i bet there's rich folks eatin' from a fancy dinning car /they're prob'ly drinkin' coffee and smoking big cigars / well i know i had it comin' i know i can't be free / but those people keep a movin' and that's what tortures me

old rugged cross - alan jackson (i’ve made a woowoo post about this before/bucky being gale’s cross to carry but. in my mind he listens to this on the drive home when bucky’s in the hospital. has to pull over to cry a lil. sweet boy.)

to the old rugged cross i will ever be true / it's shame and reproach gladly bear

where we’ll never grow old - johnny cash

when our work here is done / and our life's crown is won / and out troubles and trials are o'er / all our sorrows will end / and our voices will blend / with the loved ones who've gone on before

(sittin on’) the dock of the bay - otis redding

sittin' here resting my bones / and this loneliness won't leave me alone / it's two thousand miles i roamed / just to make this dock my home

wouldn’t it be nice - the beach boys

oh we could be married / and then we'd be happy / woudn't it be nice?

the chain - fleetwood mac

listen to the wind blow, down comes the night / running in the shadows / damn your love / damn your lies

romeo and juliet - the killers

i can't do the talk like the talk on the TV / and i can't do a love song like the way it's meant to be / i can't do everything but i'd do anything for you / i can't do anything except be in love with you

xo - beyonce

in the darkest night hour (in the darkest night hour) / i'll search through the crowd (i'll search through the crowd) / your face is all that i see / i'll give you everything

if i ain't got you - alicia keys

said nothing in this whole wide world don't mean a thing / if i ain't got you with me, baby

sweet escape - gwen stefani

come on let's bounce / counting on you to turn me around / instead of clowning around / let's look for some common ground

come on over baby - christina aguilera

now baby don't be shy / you better cross the line / i'm gonna love you right / all i want is you

the clock was tickin’ - brandon flowers

jackie flips the pages and she dreams little dreams / a cottage in the country built with real wood beams / there's a baby in the bedroom, he's starting to scream / she holds him though he probably won't remember it

[aquariius-rising]

Winter Break (Shikamaru x Reader)

part two to my unintentional series about how Shikamaru and his fear of commitment!

part one | masterlist

Winter break was a welcome solace after an intense semester. Decompression was not only welcome, but required, and you welcomed the opportunity to spend self-care time with your friends at the local spa to keep your mind off of… recent events. 

Your friends were eager to learn more about the guy who not only got you out of your dorm, but inspired you to express PDA. Sadly for you, the line of communication has been nonexistent since your holiday began. That, coupled with the uncertainty evident in your conversation sent you into a miniature spiral. 

Your angst was palpable, much to the irritation of your parents, who threatened to send you to work with distant family if you didn’t stop sulking around the house. 

Steam swirled around you, blurring the line between the water's surface and the faces of the two women across the stone barrier separating the women's section. 

"Seriously, (Y/N)?" chimed Shikamaru, her voice muffled by the heat. "He hasn’t texted you at all?"

You slumped against the scorching rock, feeling especially histrionic. "It's been a week. I have no idea how he feels, or what to say and it’s driving me crazy," you lamented.  

"Our sweet (Y/N) is learning that men are the worst,” Ino interjected, her voice laced with a knowing smirk. " I told you, guys like him just want to get you in bed,"

Your cheeks flushed hotter than the onsen water.  “But we never –" You considered going home with him that night, but he never asked. It was all so silly, so beneath you, really. Having a crush in adulthood may be one of the most embarrassing experiences in the world. 

Ino leaned closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. "He wants you to chase after him, (Y/N). Maybe he wants to keep you waiting so that when he sees you again, it’ll be easy to get you naked."

Your jaw dropped, the image of your body flush against his stuck in your mind. You splashed the blonde, ignoring her shrieking laughter. "That's gross, Ino, he’s not like that!"

Sakura giggled. "To be fair, you never gave him the time of day all semester, had a moment two days before leaving, and now you're expecting him to break the ice now? Has he every been forward with you?"

You groaned, burying your head in your hands. "So what am I supposed to do? Text him first? That just makes me look desperate, right?"

Sakura shrugged,  "Maybe he's just as confused as you are."

You hoped so. Shikamaru never shared much about his personal life when you spent time with him. 

With a pout, you sank lower in the water, ignoring the giggles of your two friends. 

Although not one to wear his emotions so obviously, Shikamaru was also affected by your absence. There was an edge to all his conversations, one that his family couldn’t understand. 

It was all too troublesome to explain, and his mother would never leave him alone if she knew his bad mood was because he was missing a girl.  Although his mind drifted off to the feeling of your lips against his often, he couldn’t will himself to text you.

When his group of friends texted him to meet at Kiba’s house, he begrudgingly agreed. Kiba’s mother was always out of town, leaving the large home open for the group to convene for the first time since classes ended. 

The men gathered in the Inuzuka’s living room with plenty of alcohol and snacks (provided by Naurto and Choji). At least with the distraction of his friends, he’d have some sort of peace.

“Earth to Shikamaru!” Naruto’s loud voice pierced his train of thought. He shot the blonde a withering stare. 

“What,” he snapped, annoyed. The others looked at each other, quiet. Shikamaru glanced between them, suspicious. Naruto scratched the back of his neck, his smile widening. 

“This is… sort of an intervention,” he admitted, sheepish. Shikamaru rolled his eyes. 

‘So much for peace’ he thought bitterly. 

"You barely even talked to her, Shikamaru," Kiba piped up, his voice laced with amusement.

Shikamaru scowled, a faint blush creeping up his neck. "Shut up, Kiba. It’s not like that."

Naruto plopped beside him. "But it kinda was. Remember that look you gave her when that Sasuke dude showed up?" Shikamaru flushed, caught. 

"She's pretty cool, though," Choji mumbled, still mostly focused on the video game he was playing with Kiba. “And you aren’t avoiding her like you avoid most girls,”

Shikamaru shot Choji a glare. "I don't avoid girls."

"Except for (Y/N)," Naruto snickered. 

Shikamaru felt his cheeks burn even hotter. The memory of your grateful smile flashed in his mind, the way you'd nuzzled the collar and inhaled his scent. 

So troublesome. 

"Maybe you should just text her," Kiba suggested, pausing the game. "See how things go."

Shikamaru scoffed. "Text her? With what? A study question?"

He pulled out his phone, staring at the blank message screen. What if you didn't respond? Or worse, weren’t actually interested?

Heaving a sigh, Shikamaru shoved his phone back in his pocket. "I'm not texting her," he mumbled, grabbing a handful of chips more forcefully than intended. Kiba let out a laugh as he restarted the game, and Choji rolled his eyes at his brilliant, yet stupid best friend.

The steam from the onsen clung to your skin as you shuffled out, wrapped in a fluffy white robe that smelled faintly of lavender. Ino and Sakura, already dry and sipping on neon green juice that looked suspiciously like pond scum, beckoned you over to a plush lounge chair.

"So, (Y/N)," Sakura chirped. "We think we have a solution for your boy problem,"

"Really?" you asked, apprehension clinging to your voice. "What were you thinking?"

Ino smirked. "You should post something on instagram! Make it subtle and sexy…and pointed." 

Before you could protest, Ino was already expertly twisting the robe sash around your waist, cinching it in a way that accentuates your figure. Sakura fluffed the top of the robe, creating a subtle v-neck that showed your delicate collarbone. She then reached for your hair, weaving a few strands loose to frame your face in a cascade of soft waves. 

"Alright, strike a pose!" Ino commanded, propping your phone against a potted plant and fiddling with the camera app.

You shifted self-consciously. "I don't know, guys. This feels..."

"Strategic," Sakura finished with a sly smile. You settled on a natural pose, leaning back on the lounge chair, holding your warm mug of tea. 

"Is this too obvious?" you fretted, biting your lip.

"Not at all," Ino assured you. “You look so good, if he doesn’t reach out, one of his friends sure will,” You gaped at her self assurance. 

"Alright, post it!" Ino declared after checking her handiwork and handing your phone back to you. You looked at the photo once more, crafted a caption, and hit post. Sakura let out an uncharacteristically mischievous cackle. You couldn't help but laugh with them, a nervous bubble of anticipation blooming in your stomach.

Kiba's living room was a chaotic mess of limbs and pizza boxes. The air buzzed with the muffled sounds of Naruto's snickers and the sounds of video games.

Shikamaru was grateful for his friends’ short attention spans. It was easy to guide the conversation from you to another subject, especially with the help of cheap beer. 

Suddenly, Kiba's phone buzzed, the obnoxious ringtone slicing through the otherwise ambient sounds. He glanced at the screen, and let out a low whistle. “Hey, Shikamaru, check this out,” he said, tossing his phone to you. 

The picture was simple enough – you, lounging back on a plush chair, a mug held in your hands. But it was your body that grabbed his (and everyone else’s) attention. The cinched robe, the way the sunlight caught your collarbone – you looked incredible.

Naruto was the first to speak (of course). "Whoa, (Y/N) looks even hotter than when we met her!" he exclaimed, his eyes practically popping out of his head. Choji, momentarily distracted from his video game, mumbled a barely audible, "does she?" Shikamaru continued to gawk, his heart rate speeding up.

"Alright, guys," Kiba nudged Shikamaru with his elbow, "Doesn't that scream 'slide into her DMs'?"

Shikamaru scoffed, trying to mask the sudden warmth creeping up his neck. "She probably didn’t post to get a DM from some random dude who barely talks to her."

"But you do talk to her!" Naruto chimed in, pointing an accusatory finger to Shikamaru. "And you two kinda made out the other night, remember?"

Shikamaru groaned, burying his face in his hand. "We never made out, Naruto, and besides, that was before winter break started. Things are different now."

"Different how?" Kiba pressed. "If I didn’t know better, it looks like she's sending you a little message."

Shikamaru pulled out his phone, his movements sluggish. "Fine," he grumbled, "but don't expect me to write some sappy love poem."

A chorus of cheers erupted around him. "Just say hi, idiot!" Kiba snickered.

With a resigned sigh, Shikamaru typed out a simple message: "Hey (Y/N). Hope you're having a good break." His thumbs hovered over the screen for a moment before hitting send. He tossed his phone on the table, willing himself (and failing) to ignore the screen.

When your screen lit up to signal a new message, you nearly choked on your smoothie. You could hardly believe it - a message from none other than Shikamaru Nara.

Your breath caught in your throat as you clicked on the message. 

“Hey (Y/N). Hope you're having a good break." 

You grinned despite yourself as you typed your response. "Hey Shikamaru! The break's been good, just relaxing and catching up with friends. You?"

You hit send, butterflies fluttering in your stomach. Maybe Shikamaru wasn't as oblivious as you thought. 

Shikamaru mirrored your nervous excitement as his phone buzzed with your reply. A small smile played on his lips as he typed out his next message.

Meanwhile, unbeknownst to both of you, Kiba and Ino were smirking triumphantly. Their messages flew back and forth – a silent agreement to ensure their friends wouldn't be alone for New Year's Eve. 

A plan was forming, one that promised a night of awkward flirting, forced proximity, and maybe, just maybe, a spark that would ignite something neither of you could have predicted. The stage was set for a New Year's Eve unlike any other, and the only ones who knew what was coming were your ever-scheming friends.

[dcgfight]

Now Shuichi could usually handle a bratty Iako. But it felt like today, she was especially being a menace, to the point where even he was starting to lose his patience. "...Iako..." A visible twitch in his smile. "If you don't behave, I'm-"

But she must have given him some snarky remark or continued being an even bigger brat, because that's when he decided: he's going to get his little payback. "... Don't say I didn't warn you." Before she can ponder what he meant by that, she will suddenly find herself being yanked down to the couch, specifically being laid across his lap.

A hand glides up her thighs, and to her shorts: ghosting right over her butt. "Y-You... driving me crazy so much like this. You really find it fun, don't you?" Yet despite his firm tone, there was no actual irritation in it. Rather... almost deep, husky like. "I tried to be nice, but I think it's time you get punished. You little brat-"

And with a raise of his hand, he brings it down, and gives one firm smack to her butt. A shaky exhale leaving him from the loud sound it left. Secretly gauging how Iako will react to that.... (HOWDY! 😁)

Despite what most people may think, Iako wasn't an idiot. In fact, she was quite observant and hyperaware of every action she and every other person would take. She knew what she was doing was getting on his nerves and yeah, she could've stopped! But there was also that itch in the back of her brain that wanted to see where this would lead, how far she could go. Sure, maybe she was a little scared that that meant he'd actually get mad... but fuck it, she'd be honest. She wanted a fight. She really wanted a fight.

Iako just didn't think that meant her wildest and most... consistent fantasies would come true in this next moment, Shuichi grabbing hold of the hand she'd been raising to knock off his hat and yanking her down to his lap.

Suffice to say, she froze upon landing -- momentarily confused by the positioning -- but the second he started speaking, a tone that sent excited chills down her spine, she was squirming and slapping his knee. "Yeah, so what? What are you gonna do-" The use of the word 'punished' did make her hesitate however and the hot pang she felt at being called a brat was only amplified tenfold at the smack that followed.

Ohh fuck. Oh fuck. The first swat did not hurt, but the sound alone had her jumping, a moan born out of pure bliss and complete surprise forcing its way from her mouth before she could clamp her jaw shut.

Now, here's the world's worst kept secret. Iako liked pain. She actively sought out punishment... but she never would've thought that Shuichi was capable of doling it out. It's why she never asked outright, she didn't want to make him uncomfortable. So it was a dream she'd been content to let play out in her head. Until now. And the look she sent him over her shoulder barely hid that pleasant surprise as she stopped fidgeting altogether.

There were two ways this could go. She chose the second one.

"... You hit like a pussy," She barked, feeling excitement bloom in her chest and a tremor of relief leave her body at the idea of finally, finally getting what she deserved. Therapy could come later.

[sadbitterman]

The Third Wheel. Part 1

Part 1 Part 2 - Coming soon

Summary: It's hard when someone else comes between best friends. Even worse when that someone else is a girl.

Pairing: f!MC (Bitterness Blackwood) x Ominis Gaunt

Word Count: 1,8k

Note: Re-posting my fanfiction after some corrections. English is not my first language, so it's hard to get EVERYTHING right. But I want to share it with you anyway. Hope you like it. Enjoy reading.

It’s the start of a new school year. All Hogwarts students as usual group together, wander around tangled corridors and talk about something of their own. It seems like nothing has changed. Most of them are still happily living their best school life within these walls. But not everyone.

Last year, things took a turn for the worst for two best friends, Sebastian Sallow and Ominis Gaunt. Sebastian's betrayal and his obsession with dark magic had alienated them. And this gifted new girl, which immediately captured all the attention, became a wedge between them. In their company, Ominis felt like a third wheel. As soon as a better ally appeared, his dear friend spent less time with him and got into more and more trouble.

Of course, all Gaunt has is a loud name of hatred family. He turned out to be weak, useless. It hurt him that even she, who barely knew him, understood his feelings better than his childhood friend, the closest person in the world. He felt terrible, even though it all ended relatively well. After all, Sebastian hasn't been expelled after all he's done. This little secret, which only three of them knew, choked him badly.

While Ominis strolled across the hall, deep in his own thoughts, two students rushed past and pushed him from the way insolently. Before he could say a word, his wand glinted. Broke down at the most inconvenient moment. A whole maze of steps and ornate corridors waited ahead. Without the sonar, the world plunged back into pitch black.

“Damn it, not now!” His voice echoed through the great hall.

The boy stood to the side of the staircase foot and desperately shook his wand until it was no longer responding at all. He looked very embarrassed and annoyed. The way back wouldn't be a pleasant walk without his helper. He would have to walk mostly by feel, as the local corridors were too wide and tricky to navigate the sound smoothly. And the ladders? A wave of despair over his own helplessness hit him again.

“Need a hand? Your wand—”

“Broken, I know.” Irritated, Gaunt interrupted the phrase. Only a moment afterward, he realized who had called out to him. “Don't patronize me. I don't need your pity. I can take care of myself.”

“Oh, I didn't doubt that one bit, and never wanted to pity you.” The new girl whom he mentioned a few minutes ago in his mind softly touched his shoulder. As soon as she heard a familiar voice, she immediately went downstairs to find out what had happened. Bitter joked gently. “I just can’t leave a friend in trouble. I’m a Hufflepuff, remember?”

He was silent for a while, frowning. Afterward, he exhaled and grudgingly agreed.

“Uh, alright, you won. These stairs will drive me crazy before I find my way back to the living room.”

“Or they will drive your neck off.” She joked again, in her own caring and simple-minded way. As always. “Let’s go. Take my hand.”

Her palm touched his arm. Soft. Warm. Small. She squeezed the boy's fingers, not expecting the same in return, but suddenly felt it become mutual. Ominis hesitated, looking with his glassy gaze to nowhere. Obviously, the situation was awkward on his part.

“Not a word of this to anyone. Get it?”

“I promise I won't say a word, Ominis.”

“Even Sebastian.”

“Especially Sebastian.”

The couple moved slowly up the stairs. A tense atmosphere hung between them. Gaunt walked with his head down in silence.

"Is something wrong?" The girl said and looked at his frowning face. “Feels like you still don't like me very much.”

“What? No. I just�� I hate when people see me like that.”

“Blind?” She said the dumbest thing she got first on her mind, continuing to lead the way.

“Almost got it. Weak”.

If he only could see, he would definitely roll his eyes. But this silly remark made him chill out a bit. He couldn't contain a quiet chuckle. With her there was no reason to be always aware. She always said what was on her mind and she treated people the way she really thought of them. It made him feel at ease. No hypocrisy, or subterfuge, or secrets. His face relaxed.

“Come on, all of us need help sometimes. That doesn't make you weak. If you don't want to owe me, you can help me with my History of Magic report. I fell asleep during class again.”

Faintly visible smile shone on Gaunt’s lips. He nodded, silently continuing to follow the girl down the long corridors. Only their lonely footsteps could be heard around. Bitterness Blackwood. She came out of nowhere. She changed everything he was used to. At first he believed it was just anger and jealousy because his best friend found someone else, but what if he actually… The heart thumped faster.

“Ominis?” Girl said quietly and suddenly stopped. She palpably squeezed icy fingers in her palm and pulled the boy out of his thoughts. He turned his head at a loss, trying to figure out what was going on. There was a mute question on his face. “I wanted to talk to you.”

Bitter turned to him, looking up at his pale face. She seemed a little blushing. Everything was written all over her face, but of course he couldn't see it.

“Yes?”

“It's nothing serious, really. I just wanted to tell that I like—”

“Sebastian, right?”

His face changed again. Heavy feelings came flooding in again. There was a sadness in him he tried for a long time to contain. Gaunt’s fingers loosened, trying to slip out. “I know you became very close. As soon as you showed up—”

“What? No!” Bitter exclaimed out and instantly flushed. Shaking her head, she grabbed the boy's palm with both hands again, pulling closer. He only raised his glassy gaze in her direction in surprise. “It's not what it looks like. I don’t want to take your best friend away. Sure, he’s a nice guy, but not really my type. Actually, there’s… someone else.”

“Someone else..?” Ominis repeated in confusion.

“Yes. I like…” She took a pause, as she still wasn’t sure if it was worth saying. She mustered her courage, filled her lungs with air and spoke three unexpected words. “I like you.”

There was a ringing silence in the air. The boy was taken aback. His pale cheeks flushed slowly. His breath caught. He didn't know what to say to that, except:

“...are you kidding?”

"I wouldn't joke about that, you dork!" She hit him lightly on the shoulder, all red in the face.

“Wait, I… I don’t know what to say, I thought you and Sebastian—”

"Oh, no-no-no-no." She shook her head even harder than before. "I know our first meeting wasn't the most pleasant, of course, but... With the time we spent together, I saw your other side. I realized what kind of person you really are. And I liked you very much, Ominis Gaunt."

The last sentence kicked him in the gut again. His breathing became labored, frequent. He could hear a heart wildly pounding in his ears. At first he was silent. Then, with a sigh of relief, he finally spoke. Suddenly the tight boundaries that were weighing heavily on him disappeared.

“You're the first person to tell me these things so openly. Usually people, let alone girls, avoid me. Probably because I can't trust anyone and I'm always looking for a catch.”

"It doesn't frighten me." She said and smiled tenderly. They sat down on a bench in the dark, empty corridor, still holding hands.

"Why me?" Ominis turned his face away embarrassedly, running the pad of his thumb over her soft hand. He felt guilty about his best friend. It was as if he was trying to change her mind. In his heart he wanted to say: run away from me, I'm not the man you need, you're making a mistake. "Sebastian told me that you couldn't get out of his head. He definitely has a crush on you."

“I know. It's obvious. He lost his sister and now he’s trying hard to find someone who’ll fill the void in the chest she left. But I don't think that I'm good girlfriend material for him, especially in this situation.”

“Why do you think so? You two have been through so much—”

“And you were there too. All the time.” She said and stroked him lightly on the cheek. “He’s a nice guy despite all his mistakes, but I couldn’t fall in love with someone who treats their own childhood friend like that. When he’s obsessed with something, nothing matters. He doesn't care if he hurts his best friends, as long as it gets what he wants. You are different. Your hands are cold and your heart is warm. You were always there for him, no matter how screwed up he was. Many Hufflepuffs would envy your loyalty. And what about him… It'll be fine as long as I'm his obsession, but what if he's interested in something new?”

Her words were full of determination. Nothing could change her mind. It was clear now. The boy nodded, leaning with his back to the wall. He understood perfectly what Blackwood was talking about. A bitter smile appeared on his lips.

“You know, at first I was so angry when you appeared. I thought you had come to make things worse, to add to his problems. But then... you helped him, even though you didn't agree with his point of view like I did. You were there too, on my side. In the end, it turned out we had a lot more in common than I thought. And when Sebastian confessed he was in love with you, I suddenly felt even more bitter. I think I'm beginning to understand why.”

The boy closed his eyes, and at the same moment felt a kiss on his lips. Immediately he was thrown into a fever. She moved closer, running slim fingers through the soft blond hair. Everything about her was maddening. The pleasant smell, warm of her lips, the intimacy of her body, hot breathing.

Everything fell into place and seemed so right and clear. The heavy weight he carried with him every day was lifted from his soul. He was no longer tormented by thoughts of weakness. Here he could be himself, and that was what he needed for a long time.

It was getting dark outside. None of the students crossed the halls of Hogwarts any more - everyone hid in their living rooms. Only Sebastian Sallow wandered in search of his friend, who was still not back. Turning in another corridor, a familiar voice came to him. His heart clenched.

“I like you too.”

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Best  Of Us

Prologue:Story Introduction 

Summary: Being an Omega is hard, it could be so lonely. The hardships that you would sometimes feel seemed to much, always expected of things you could never fully reach. Always seen as a piece of meat to some, seen as weak and stupid. So you worked your ass off to finally work your dream job. And the world all changed when you met one of the bosses. And couldn't help but end up falling.

Paring: Rap Line X Fem!Chubby OmegaReader

Warning: A/O/B!VERS, mentions of sexual harassment, heats, ruts, knotting, breeding, angst, possessive behavior, more warnings will be added as needed.

An: Trying something diffrent with intrducing this story to you guys! This story over all, is going to be a diffrent experinces as it goes along for you guys.  I can’t wait for this story to progress, and can’t wait for you guys to read.

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Being an Omega was hard, being a female Omega born from an Alpha base family was harder. Though you were lucky, your family loved you. Your father an Alpha and mother a Beta, they both had no clue how to go about raising an Omega. When you presented at 16, you were a surprise to them, your mother trying to stick close to you during your heat though she  had no way to help you. But they tried. They did anything and everything that they could do to help you.

Your father during these five days, had dragged himself to Omega classes for non omegas,  to learn about your sub-gender. He had taken fucking classes, to learn how to help you adapt to your new senses. Things he had no clue about. When you came out of your heat haze, and was greeted with protein and fat filled food you had felt comfort. Especially when your father has wrapped you in a blanket that smells like him and your mother. Soothing your omega more. When you learned of your father taking classes you had cried, which had surprised the shit out of both him and your mother since you had barely cried over anything.

From that day on, your life changed.

You lost friends, and grew distant from certain family members that gave you the creeps your parents even followed your omega intuition which you learned later in life that not many families do. Your father grew more protective, your mother filled with more worry, doting over you making sure you were eating the right amount of everything. You figure changing drastically, hips wide, breast had grown full and your thighs and stomach had thickened up. Though you felt gross, your parents reassured that you were beautiful, and that your subgender was just making sure you were healthy.

Over the years, you had grown accustomed to the eyes that would linger on your curved frame, friends leaving in fear of their partners wanting you instead of them. The only friends you had were other omegas, who knew what you felt. It was nice knowing who really had your back, who was really your ride or die in this world. You honestly were now just waiting for the right mate, or pack, to come in and love you. Choose you.

You went to school but it was close enough to your home that you could still live with your family. Hence why you probably hadn’t found anyone even remotely interested in you, though you know it wasn’t necessary they didn’t find you attractive or didn’t crave the omega scent that twisted with your own. Your scent didn’t drive the crazy. Didn't make their Alpha scratch to claim you.  

So you waited.

As you waited, you worked your ass off to prove that your subgender status did not define how smart, and determined you were. It was a struggle when you were applying to colleges after high school. They weren't the typical schools that omegas go to, the ones that taught omegas how to build a home or to teach them for educational purposes. No they were for music and business, odd looks and even professors judging you as you walked into a Beta and Alpha filled class had your head spinning at their pheromones. Yet you pushed through it, you proved yourself in class after class. Lecture after lecture. Wanting to show that you knew what you were doing, that music was a true love of yours.

You had always loved music, your mother having been a music teacher for some extra cash in the house. So the soft sounds of piano keys or the strum of a guitar, the sting of a violin was always heard and played throughout your home. It had made you curious, your head peeking into the spare room watching child after child play. Till one day your mother called you in. The feeling of the cold piano keys against your fingers as you slide onto the piano stool, your finger pressing the smoot keys as a simple melody you heard your mother student play echo out making your mothers face light up. From that day on, when your parents couldn’t find you, they made the house silent to hear the simple yet sharp keys play, slowly growing more and more bold as you aged. Smile bright on their faces.

You still remember that day. It was like any other, your father was driving you to campus the two of you talking lightly about the movie you had gone and watched with your friends you had made in school. A loud and crazy pair of Omegas, Lisa and Bambam. You were laughing about the moment Bmabam had dropped the popcorn onto an attractive Alpha when it happened. The jerk of the car, blaring of a horn and the bright lights of the other car. You remember the pain in your neck, the feeling of something dripping from your head as you opened your eyes to see your fathers head slaked to the side, the last memory you have of him. You remember calling out for him, arm stretching out to him but wincing and dropping in pain, so much pain you had blacked out. When you woke up, you were met with a dim light and the beep of a heart motter, your mother practically on the bed with you clutching to your fathers jackets. Her face was sunken in, under her eyes were blue yet the edges were red with an irritated look, when she felt you shift she had bolted up and looked at you with wide eyes, filling with relief. When the words pasted her lips after a few questions with your doctors, her hand smoothing down your hair as you shook your head. Your father had died on impact.

The piano sound stopped playing, the sharp keys that you had learned with your soft voice had stopped the day your father passed away.

You switched major to just business, music fading from you as you worked but your work ethic never deflated.I n fact your ethic seemed more driven, you pushed yourself harder and pushed yourself to limits you never thought you would reach. It worried your mother from time to time, walking into your room, your fathers blanket wrapped around your shoulders, body bent over crossed legs passed out. She had even seen you work on a paper during your heat, in between waves of pain. You worked your way past every obstacle that was in front of you, jumping through hoops and dodging everything thrown at you. You reached your senior year without a hitch after your fathers passing, your mother was proud even more so when you had fallen into an internship at one of the most reptile companies  in the world. Min&Jung

They were two of the most powerful men, and Alphas in the world. They had worked from the absolute bottom and had built one of the biggest electrical manufacturing companies. Have an Apple product? A smart t.v? They were the reason it was functioning. Your teacher had helped you get the interview, she loved how persistent you were and how you always pushed yourself further and further. And somehow after your first interview, you had another, then the final one with their personal assistant. Out of thrifty other students they chose you. Min Yoongi and Jung Hoseok had chosen you.

Little did you know that their choice alone would change your life forever.

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[burnedbyshoto]

sleeping beauty

— You struggle to find a time to have sex with your beloved Aizawa. Unfortunately or fortunately, the only time you can fuck him is when he’s deep asleep.

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pairing: aizawa shouta x yandere fem!reader

warnings: 18+, smut, pwp, yandere!reader, non-con somnophilia, hairy aizawa rights, recording

word count: 4,201

a/n: mark ur calendar, im getting my nipples pierced nov 8. you bet ur ass imma write a bunch of nipple pierced readers from there on out. pray that my family never finds out about my nipples tho LMAO if they do,,, it;ll be ripped out of my boobies without a seconds hesitation

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Aizawa was always busy.

Over the past ten years of knowing him, the two of you had been close. You were a good friend to him, someone he wouldn’t absolutely avoid at all costs when you walked through the hallways of UA, someone he wouldn’t mind rambling to him about their long day. Of course, you knew that you weren’t his closest friend, and to a certain degree, that upset you.

You had met Aizawa when you had first been a high school student; at the time, you were merely fifteen years old. He was twenty, only five years older than you, but he took your breath away from the first team-up. He had been tall, dark, and brooding, and your little coming out of an emo phase heart stood no chance. But, due to the age discrepancy, he was never anything more than a team member. Still, you held on.

You graduated from high school, made your impact as a sidekick, graduated to a Pro Hero, and offered a job at UA by the time you were twenty! So, for the past five years, you and Aizawa had been actual co-workers, and better yet, friends.

Aizawa indeed was one of a kind.

He still held the key to your emo school girl fantasy daydream, but you also discovered new sides and angles of him. You learned he was incredibly kind, thoughtful, and looked out for everyone, even if his gruff and sometimes rude mannerisms spoke otherwise. Although he tried to avoid any type of nonsensical drama like the plague, he was always caught up in it, which often amused you.

There was so much about Aizawa that you loved, so much that you adored and looked up to that it was no surprise that you figured your feelings of respect and admiration became love. 

True, deep love.

As a third-year teacher at UA, you found that your interactions with Aizawa were quite limited. Not only because he was always being placed with a first-year class and said class moving on without him — something that only happened because he kept expelling the damn students — but because he was incredibly close with the first-year teachers.

You loved Present Mic and Midnight and All Might, don’t get it wrong! Your admiration, love, and respect for them were unprecedented, but you hated how much of Aizawa’s time they took.

“Sorry, Mic needs help with lesson plans for my class,” Aizawa apologized for postponing your lunch date, not a date.

“Sorry, Midnight needs help separating the problem children. Apparently, they’re growing an immunity to her quirk,” Aizawa grumbled, shoving his phone into his pocket before leaving your office where you both had been talking and drinking tea.

“Sorry, All Might—”

“It the class, your problem children, I get it,” you force a smile onto your face, trying not to show just how irritated and disappointed you were on how these days were going. Aizawa pauses for a second, his tired, dried out eyes trying to read and uncover the depths of emotions swimming in your eyes before he sighs and runs off. 

But it went without saying that the people you hated most were Class 1-A.

The damn stupid, fucking, ungrateful class had already caused your beloved Aizawa to be hospitalized. The scar under his eye, a numbing reminder that you had nearly lost him, almost had to cry at his coffin with your feelings never once being uttered. They, without a doubt, took up his time the most.

He saw potential in all of them, none of them being failed or expelled by him thus far.

He spent countless hours up in the dead of night tracking each and every one of his student’s potential. Slaving away at his tablets to make sure that they all were feeling safe, heroic, and above all, they were headed to their individual greatness. So, although it would be two more years before you would have the opportunity to teach this class, you already had a vendetta against Midoriya Izuku and Bakugou Katsuki. Those little shits always taking up your precious Aizawa’s time! He had never been this tired prior to them showing up!

But you never tried to think about it when you were with him.

You tried to openly accept your Aizawa’s new, incredibly busy schedule, and the moment the dorms appeared within UA, you found yourself more at ease.

To be frank, since you acknowledged your love for Aizawa at the mere age of twenty, and now at twenty-five, you had never taken on a lover or a one night stand. For years you had not allowed a person to grace you in bed or in their arms. It felt like you were betraying your love, and you would rather die than let that happen. 

But the thing is, you are human, entirely susceptible to waves of uncontrolled horniness and lust.

In the beginning, sex toys worked.

You would press a vibrator to your clit, your toes digging into the mattress as your other hand shoved a silicone dildo into your aching, needy cunt. At first, it worked! You would cum with the thoughts of Aizawa being the dildo buried deep within you. 

But eventually, you would find yourself at the peak of that orgasm, you knew the orgasm was right beyond the bend, just a step more, but you couldn’t get there. For weeks you realized that the vibrator, the dildo, and your fantasy thoughts weren’t enough. So, in your frustration, you began to search up audio plays of his narration at UA Sports Festival. Listening to his voice, ignoring Mics’ voice, to help coax you over that bend.

For a while, you were back to normal. Your highs and juices splattering all over your bed, a symbol of your lust and love for Aizawa as you gasped his name, wishing that the audio was real. But eventually, even the audios weren’t enough.

You craved Aizawa’s warmth, the feeling of his rough stubble against your sensitive skin, the throbbing of his cock buried deep within your womb, undoubtedly kissing your cervix. You wanted him; you needed your beloved.

As if by the grace of God, the moment you could no longer bring yourself to cum through that alone, the dorm system was put into place. And you, a teacher, were required to live on campus too. You tried not to think of Aizawa being a dorm away, tried not to feel the warmth fluttering under your skin when the two of you bid goodnight for the day.

You definitely tried to stay out of his room in the middle of the night.

God, you wish you could say that you stayed out of his room, but that would be a lie.

A big fat fucking lie.

It had started out innocently enough, you will claim.

You would see the exhausted man wave goodnight, grumbling that he needed to sleep now or else he would not wake up on time for homeroom tomorrow morning. You waved goodnight to him, trying to stay engrossed in a conversation you were having with Hound Dog. But an hour after Aizawa had gone to bed, you found yourself rushing away from the common room, explaining you had something to grade as you bid everyone goodnight.

Without a doubt, you ended up in Aizawa’s room that night.

In the darkness of the night, you watched the moonlight barely breach the thickness of his curtains to fall onto his face. You felt so warm as you stared at his slumbered face, your cheeks flushed as you watched his parted, chapped lips. You felt so light watching his chest rise and fall in a hypnotizing rhythm, reminding you that he is real, so very, very real. A part of you aching, knowing that he was entirely real and yet not yours. But still, you admired the way he looked so young, so intense, so ethereal as he dreamed.

You loved him.

Eventually, when you decided to leave, you pressed a kiss to his lips, smiling at the way his lips were exactly as you had imagined:

Supple, warm, and tasting of his mint toothpaste.

But the nightly visits didn’t stop there.

Most nights, you found yourself in his room, laying by his side, merely watching as he slept. No orgasm in the world felt quite as fulfilling as the quiet that came with just watching the over-exhausted Aizawa sleep. 

But this is not a story of simple love, no, not at all.

Eventually, you began to grow bold. Your fingers sinking into your wet cunt, playing with your sensitive clit as you watched him sleep. You bit your lip to keep yourself from moaning as a rasped breath expelled from his mouth. You nuzzled into the warmth of his body heat through at you and only prayed he would one day acknowledge and return your affections.

To be quite honest, you’re not sure when you began to suck him off too.

Maybe it was the first time his cock grew long and hard in the middle of the night, his mind undoubtedly having a wet dream. So, as his beloved, you only thought it was appropriate to give his body what he wanted. With the skills and intentions that could only arise from being a gifted Pro Hero, you pulled the blankets from his body and pushed his cock through the slit in his boxers, and took him all in your mouth.

His cock was absolutely mouthwatering too.

So big, so thick, so incredibly veiny that you nearly lost all control the first time you saw it in all its glory. He was better than any dildo you owned, his scent alone driving you crazy. And so, as you should, you began to fuck him, completely addicted to his aroma, taste, and touch.

After the first night, you continued to blow him. Continued to suck him off as Aizawa let out sleepy moans, grunts that were strained, his body shifting unknowingly as you continued to go up and down his length, continuing to relieve him of his stress. 

But you were human.

A human with needs and desires, and eventually, his cum coating your throat and filling your stomach wasn’t enough anymore. Which is where we find ourselves now, unashamedly fucking Aizawa each and every night, your cunt swallowing him whole, without a single shred of doubt of what was wrong with this.

There wasn’t anything wrong with this, and you knew that even if he was asleep the entire time you fucked him, it was for the better.

“Wow, Eraser!” Mic yelled from your side as you sat on the couch next to your beloved best friend. “You look like you’re glowing!”

Looking up from your phone, attempting to portray yourself as curious and unknowing, you found your gaze falling onto Aizawa, who had returned from an early evening training session with his class. As a matter of fact, Aizawa’s face was glowing; he looked incredibly much more relaxed, much more than he has been since the beginning of this semester.

“What do you mean?” Aizawa asked, evidently unimpressed as a lone eyebrow raised.

You watched on quietly, lips pressing to your cup as you took a drink of your tea as he sank onto a seat in front of you. 

“Wait, don’t tell me, listeners!” Mic gasped dramatically, his hands pressing to his cheeks as he stood up. His expression of shock and disbelief curling and becoming one of knowing and understanding. “Does our grouchy, one and only, Aizawa Shouta, a.k.a. Eraserhead, have a special someone?!”

“Mic—” Aizawa snapped, his eyebrows furrowing.

“There definitely has been an after-sex glow that Eraser has had for the past few weeks. He did say that he’s been feeling more… ahem, relaxed,” Midnight gasped, seemingly appearing from nowhere, incredibly interested in the rumor of Aizawa having sex. 

“Just because I’ve been feeling less tense doesn’t mean that I’m having sex.”

You giggled into your cup as the three of them began arguing, Mic and Midnights naturally loud noise quickly drowning out Aizawa’s fruitless attempts to shut down any sexscapades they were coming up with. 

“Y/h/n, what do you think?!” Mic yelled, his hand pointed at you as if holding a microphone as Aizawa had him pressed and tangled within his capturing weapon. “Is Shouta-chan having sex?!”

Yes, your mind begs to say, but your mouth curls into a teasing smile, eyes locking onto Aizawa’s annoyed golden ones. 

“I don’t think there’s anyone on this earth that Aizawa currently wants to fuck six feet into the mattress when he’s so busy,” you chide, your smile never entirely disappearing. At the same time, you take a long slow drink from your cup while everyone else (Mic only, really) continued to scream.

But you stayed there for the rest of the evening, working in silence with the rest of the group as next week’s lessons were laid out. Through a persistent, entirely stubborn will, Mic managed to get Aizawa to admit that he hasn’t had sex since the time he lost his virginity, to which Mic admitted to having had sex via orgies only. Midnight proudly announcing that she had a side piece at her disposal. 

So as you checked through your lesson plans for the ethics book your students would be reading next week, you shouldn’t have been surprised to see their expectant gazes on you.

“I had sex last night,” you admit, unable to lie under their amused gazes.

“WITH WHO?! ARE YOU SNEAKING SOMEONE ON CAMPUS?!”

For the rest of the night, you smiled brightly, laughing with the rest of them all as talks and stories revolving around sex filled the air. It lasted until past midnight, and with a heavy sigh, Aizawa excused himself first. You waved goodnight, and soon Midnight left, followed by Mic.

You stayed on the couch, your own attention focused heavily on the time and not what you were supposed to be doing. It didn’t take much before the time faded from 00:00 to 01:45, and with a brush of your skirt, you headed precisely where you wanted and needed to be.

The walk to his second-floor room filled you with lust. Your body, like some Pavlovian dog, trained and knowing that you were about to fuck the love of your life while he slept. He was so beautiful while he slept, a true sleeping beauty. You especially thought he was stunning when he bit his lower lip, stifling a moan despite his heavy slumber.

Without so much as a second thought, you apparated into his room, your feet cushioned by the soft carpet of his room. And with a smile that was dripping with your love, you stared at Aizawa’s sleeping form. He was already deep in sleep, his body positioned on his back as if he knew what you were doing, accepting the inevitable actions you would take tonight as you did every night. He just looked so calm, so beautiful, so youthful when asleep. The scar under his eye almost invisible 

But unlike most nights where he slept in a soft cotton long-sleeved shirt and sweats, you froze at the sight of the tight black t-shirt on his sleeping form, the shorts that were riding just the slightest bit too low on his sturdy, muscled hips. Your bit your fist, a bubbling heat of lust, and a whine tickling the back of your throat as you take in his sleeping form.

He was doing this on purpose.

Teasing you with this outfit on his sleeping body.

You huffed, inexplicably turned on as the small puffs of air past his lips seemed to thunder around the room.

You were wet already, so very wet.

“You’re so mean, Shouta-kun,” you whimper softly, your voice silent and unheard by his sleeping form. You walk closer to the bed, lips pulled into a pout as you sit on the soft mattress.  “Dressing up like that, I know you did that to tease me!”

Aizawa doesn’t respond because, of course, he’s asleep. But you smile regardless, imagining a million and three things he would say in response, each leading to what you wanted to do so desperately.

“I hope you know you were lying when you said you haven’t had sex since you were twenty,” you sigh, your fingers expertly removing his shorts and boxers from around his waist, using your quirk to make them reappear to the side of him. “We have sex practically every night; you’re so horny, my angel.”

You watch with a curling smile as his cock immediately begins to stiffen against your warm breaths, his face scrunching in his slight discomfort as his cock grows and grows. His cock is undeniably one of your favorite parts of his body. It’s pale in color, paler than the rest of his body, but as it extended to the swollen thickness of his head, it grew darker, the flushed brown pinkness of his head making you salivate at the memory of the first time you ever saw it. His cock, unlike the rest of his scarred body, was unharmed, unmarred by the horrors of the job the two of you held. The thick, beautiful smoothness of his skin, making your eyes flutter in unadulterated lust, his cock a symbol of your pure, unmarked love for him. You hum, hand grasping his length and lazily stroking him as your head tilts, reading his sleeping features for any sign of him enjoying this as much as you do.

“Aww, Shouta-kun, I wish you knew I fuck you. I bet you would turn bright red, knowing that I ride you every night. Maybe you’d use that weapon of yours to teach me a lesson or two,” you mumble, your hand gripping his cock harder as you stroke him.

A small glistening drop appears at the slit of his dick, and you shiver in excitement; he was already leaking pre-cum. 

“Look at you, already ready to have my cunt wrapped around that big cock of yours,” you mewl, absolutely ready to mount him, prepared to have his sleeping form cum deep within you. You stand up, removing your shorts and panties, and climbing onto the bed.

With the balance of a pro, you get yourself hovering over him, your already wet cunt shivering with the expectance of having him deep within you. Your hand on his cock never once stopping as you tease yourself against his swollen head, your voice a pathetic whimper as your slick mixes with his clear pre-cum.

“S-See how embarrassing you are!” you huff, rutting his length between his folds, lubing him up for the initial entrance because, by god, it still hurt. “Making my pussy so wet! I’m practically dripping all over you!”

There’s only a soft breath from his lips, but you grin as if he was speaking to you.

“You want me too, huh?” you giggle, and without further adieu, you sink against him.

His cock entering your tight cunt was still as mind-numbing as the first time. His cock easily buries into the small, thin wall of your cervix, and you tremble as his length stretches and pulls at your throbbing core. You can feel every curve in his cock, every vein, every gentle throb.

“Glad t-to know you find me… nnghh… find me i-irresistible,” you pant, face flushed with your desire to adjust quickly around him.

The conversation from tonight had made you entirely weak in the knees and hot at your core, knowing that you were the only one to really have claimed Aizawa, the only one who would ever know how his sleeping body craved you as much as you desired him.

You give a tentative swirl of your hips, your eyes trained on Aizawa’s relaxed ones, testing to see how tired and sleepy he was. There was no reaction, no movement outside of the typical grunt at the back of his throat. It was a noise he always made when you first moved with him, a noise that quickly seared in the back of your memory forever.

Shifting your weight to be more comfortable on your knees, your hot hands fall onto his tight chest, and with a sigh of pure relief, you begin to fuck him.

Your straddling aided the deep penetration, allowing for the gentle kiss of the tip of his leaking cock to your thin cervix wall. You clenched tightly around him, unable to keep yourself from doing so as you rode him, the feeling of his throbbing member within you absolutely breathing taking as you placed your claim on him again, again, and again.

Aizawa was fully sheathed within you, and your fingers twisted and pulled at the tight fabric of his shirt, raising it up so that you could admire his taut, tense abdomen, mewling at the way he’s happy trail was thick and bushy. You wondered how he would react to your fingers threading through his body hair, if he would love it; if he would hate it. 

“I want you to know how much I love you, how much I would give everything to you!” you whimper, your head fighting the instinct to throw itself back as you begin to drop onto his still cock faster and faster. “I wish you knew that you fuck me so good, Shouta-kun; I need you to know that! But you won’t even look at me! You won’t spare me a single second of your busy day, so that’s why I have to fuck you at night!”

Tears of both pleasure and hurt well into your eyes; you sniffle as you fuck him faster, dropping onto his awaiting cock with more significant, more aggressive slaps. The sounds echo throughout the room, the musky, sweet smell of your sexes is the only thing keeping you sane — that and the grunting noises that Aizawa keeps emitting, it makes your toes curl and belly flutter in a funny way.

“I bet you’ll fuck me so good once I get you to love me! You’ll never stop fucking me, you’ll never want to leave me because only I know how to fuck you correctly!” you snap, anger and lust licking through your tone, making your eyebrows furrow and your walls to clench even tighter around him. The building tension in your stomach is like a fire, and you can feel your high coming. “But you fuck me so good, baby, so good and you’re not even awake!”

And for the first time, you watch in electrifying pleasure as a low, husky, raspy moan leaves his throat as you fucked him. The sound alone was something downright pornographic to you, and the whine that spills from your mouth is nearly inaudible with the pitch it vibrates at. So without so much as a second thought, a bubbling smile spreads on your face, and you continue on, energy and excitement doubled in your joy.

Your hips roll, rise, and fall against his with growing force and speed. The small creaks of the mattress completely ignored by you as the throbbing and twitching of his cock buried deep within you keeps you pushing for more. The heat and pressure in your belly grow exponentially, festering and burning until you can feel yourself at the tipping point until you can’t do anything but focus on Aizawa and only Aizawa, or else you would scream his name in your euphoria.

The veins on his cock and the overall girth of his length send your mind spinning, not at all helping your predicament, and in a last-ditch effort to keep yourself from crying so loudly you would wake up even the dead, you lean forward. Your sweaty body leaning down to his parted chapped lips as you kiss him to keep yourself silent as your orgasm crashes through you in a blissful wave. Your body spasms almost uncontrollably, the nerves and firing axons through your body uncontrollable as you lay there, allowing for Aizawa to cum before you leave. You shudder at the feeling of his cum emptying out within you, his cock immediately softening as you lay there on top of him. His heart racing with his orgasm, and you sigh contentedly.

“God, I love you so much, Aizawa Shouta; I’ll make you mine one day,” you swear, your nose nuzzling his stubbled cheek.

You lay there for some time, enjoying the way he feels in you, content with the pooling cum from your still spasming cunt. But eventually, you pull away. You pull on your panties and shorts quickly, not wanting a single drop more of his cum to seep out of you. Unable to help yourself, you lick the leftover cum on his cock clean with your tongue before wiping him down with a towel to prevent the smell from clinging.

Your eyes study Aizawa’s face just before you leave, and your smile.

He really does look less tired after orgasming.

But the entire time you were there — the whole night you fucked him and spoke to him — you missed the red blinking light of the camera recording in the corner of the room.

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Nalu Yakuza Au *cover art by @jmoart214 💜

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The tit for tat game was well known to both of their top confidants and lieutenants because it had been going on ever since Natsu and Lucy broke up. Plus, it was hard to get around such knowledge considering most of them came from the same neighborhoods. These intrigues ebbed and flowed like waves. Months could pass by without any interactions between the two, at other times they’d go back and forth continuously until one of them finally gave up, and on the odd occasion ended in a huge fight that led to another round of ignoring each other. Up until now, it had been kind of amusing to watch them torture each other because it was better than a drama shows on television. But that didn’t mean Natsu, and Lucy’s friends didn’t worry about one or both being truly hurt one day because of it.

“It’s fine,” Natsu rolled his eyes as Gray chastised him after the soapland incident. The two men were at Natsu’s home after work hours and supposed to be relaxing. But clearly his friend didn’t want to drop the subject. “What’s the big deal?”

“Dude, you let yourself be blindfolded in a public space! Have you forgotten what kind of business we’re in? What if it had been an assassin instead?”

“Oh, that’s just ridiculous. We’re talking about Lucy’s company, and I trust their security measures because she has just as much to lose if a hit took place there.”

“Still, you should be more careful, at least take a bodyguard with you…”

Natsu’s eyebrow twitched in irritation. “And what, so they can watch the show? We got any voyeurs on the payroll? Cause I can’t think of anyone here who’d wanna see another guy getting his balls fondled!”

Gray ran a hand down his face. “So not the mental image I wanted. You’re missing the point.” He sighed. “Natsu you are the head of this clan, and your safety is my top priority.”

“I get it, I get it,” Natsu drawled.

“And frankly,” Gray continued, “you’ve become distracted by her lately.”

“Tch! No, I haven’t!”

“Yeah, you are. You think I haven’t noticed? I know you drive by her place sometimes. I know you’ve followed her to that coffee shop she likes to frequent. But ever since her employee was robbed, things have escalated again.”

“You’re imagining things and apparently spying on me. I’m just keeping an eye on the competition.”

“Watching over you is my job! That’s not spying.” Gray crossed his arms. “And oh, it’s no doubt that you’re keeping an eye on her. That’s why you went to Katsunuma’s party and to soapland too. The problem is you’re getting sloppy and sloppy gets people killed.”

Natsu groaned. “Are you done yet? We’re supposed to be enjoying the baseball game, not psychoanalyzing my life.”

“Almost.” Gray placed a hand on his friends’ knee and leaned in. “Natsu, you’ve been chasing that tail since high school, just lock her down and convince her to work together already.”

Natsu snorted a laugh. “Gray we all grew up together, so what in all these years makes you think that’s a possibility? You know damn well Lucy’s not a woman you can control without her consent.” Natsu knew that, and frankly he loved that part of her. In fact, it made him even more fired up whenever he thought about it, just like a treasure you don’t just find but must win at the end of a game. “I’ll find a way, some day.”

“Well until that day arrives, could you promise me you’ll be more cautious?”

“Fine, fine,” Natsu waved his hand. “I’ll back off of Lucy for now.”

“Good.” Gray relaxed back onto his recliner thinking the drama was over.

“However, there is a new guy I want surveillance placed on.”

“Who?”

“The bartender from the party.”

Gray groaned. “Seriously? Why? He’s just a bartender!”

“I don’t trust him.”

“Was he spiking the drinks or something? Dealing drugs at the party?”

“Maybe.”

Gray huffed. “You really gonna try that? Do I look like an idiot? This is just straight jealousy talking.”

“I don’t care! I want someone to dig up what they can on the guy!”

“No, what you wanna know is if he fucked Lucy that night!”

Natsu jumped up with his fists clenched. “Fuck you!”

“Fuck you too!” Gray stood up and matched his boss’s energy. “Unless you give me a damn good reason to check into him, I’m not wasting my guy’s time! You might be the boss, but don’t you fucking forget who you’re talking to! I’m not some punk off the streets!”

Realizing he was taking things too far, Natsu sat back down. “Sorry.”

Gray sighed and plopped back down too. “I only joined because you asked me to and you’re my best friend, then I helped you build this new empire, so I’m just as invested in protecting it as you are. But Natsu, personal emotions have led to the downfall of many in this business, and as a friend, I’ll check you any time I think you’re going to far.”

“You’re right…” Natsu sighed too. “She just gets me so worked up.”

“Don’t I know it,” Gray laughed, but stopped when Natsu glared at him. “Sorry, it slipped out.”

“But I swear, there’s something suspicious about him. When he saw me, I thought he just reacted because he thought I was Lucy’s boyfriend or something, but the more I think about it, he might have recognized me.”

“Well, that wouldn’t necessarily be suspicious either.”

“True. But the look in his eyes just made me wonder.”

“Alright…” Gray groaned, “if it’ll make you feel better, I’ll have someone do some digging. So, you said he has orange hair and glasses, and the name on his tag was Loke?”

“Yeah.”

“That’s an unusual name, shouldn’t be too hard to check on.”

Over the course of a couple of weeks, Gray sent out feelers for any information on this Loke guy. Katsunuma junior gave them their first small lead that the bartender had worked the party through a local food catering company. That catering company was a legitimate business who had both full-time staff as well as independent contractors brought in per event as needed. Loke had been one of the latter. From there Gray obtained a last name, de Lioncourt.

According to his sources at the local precinct, Loke de Lioncourt had no rap sheet, no prior dealings with police, and for all they knew was an average citizen. The man’s Line blog profile listed him as a 28-year-old, Japanese/French American, model and bartender, and it was filled with pictures from events, parties, as well as many gorgeous women— none of which contained Lucy. But as Gray trolled through the man’s feed, he did come across one person he recognized and passed the information along to Natsu.

“Wow, she’s in a bunch of photos,” Natsu mumbled as he scrolled through the blog.

“Well, considering Cana’s reputation are you surprised. Parties and alcohol are the two things that woman lives for.” Gray laughed. “Now see, this makes sense to me. Lucy and him, not so much.”

“Tch… still pisses me off he even tried.”

“Lucy’s a free woman, she can go out with whoever she wants to.”

“We’ll see about that,” Natsu mumbled low.

“What was that?” Gray asked with a raised brow.

“Nothing.”

“Better be nothing, cause this is a dead end. He’s just a flirty bartender. It’s how they make tips.”

“Yeah, yeah, fine.” Natsu sat back in his chair. “So, back to business. What this I heard about some missing stock?”

“Oh, right. One of the warehouse clerks noticed a shortage, but when I checked with Yura, he said the books were fine. I had him show it to me, and it appears the numbers were just inverted by accident. So, instead of 185 kilos, it’s supposed to be 158 kilos.”

“Did you talk to the clerk again? Does he have any history of messing up like this?”

“Nah, he’s one of our better clerks.”

“Just keep an eye on it.”

“Sure thing, boss. By the way, have you seen Gajeel today?” Gray questioned. “I haven’t seen him.”

“He called me this morning said he wasn’t feeling well, thinks he ate something bad for dinner last night.”

“Tch, seriously? Thought he had an iron stomach?”

Natsu shrugged. “Must’a been some bad sushi or something. We ain’t got much happening today, so it’s fine. Anything else? I got some stuff I need to finish.”

Gray tapped his chin. “Just a reminder you have an appointment with our tech guy dropping by later this week to go over some upgrades on the system.”

“Like I’m supposed to know anything about that stuff, it’s what I pay him for.”

“You still gotta approve it,” Gray shrugged and took his leave.

Once the man was completely out of the office, Natsu opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a nondescript box he’d hidden inside. He grinned to himself. It was time to make another special delivery. Even though he’d told Gray he was backing off the whole Lucy and Loke subject, there was no way he was gonna let it slide. Natsu didn’t care if the man seemed legit, and he wasn’t the first nor would probably be the last that he’d eventually scared away. And besides, being a Yakuza boss had a lot of down times too, easily filled with having a little fun.

Today’s little care package was being sent to Lucy by a courier service and Natsu just had to drop it off to the delivery company. Just a normal company like Kuroneko Yamato so it wouldn’t rouse too many suspicions. It was turning into a fun game for him just coming up with ideas of what he could do to rile Lucy up or irritate this Loke guy. Natsu chuckled to himself. So far, his favorite prank was a box of small sized condoms and a bottle of enhancement pills that he’d had delivered to Loke while on the job at another party. He’d even snuck in to watch it delivered, gaining a good laugh when the man took a peek in the box and frowned at its contents.

It was childish, but Natsu didn’t care. Every day for two weeks now, something new was sent to Loke. Random gifts like children’s candy to a toy gun, a big bottle of lubricant wrapped in a bow, a week’s worth of meals sent for lunch one day, even an empty box with rocks inside it just to drive the man crazy wondering who in the world was sending them. Lucy too wasn’t immune to his pranks, though hers had a different feel to them. Flowers with no note attached. Tickets to a canceled show he made up. A supposed dinner invite from Loke that wasn’t real— okay that was to test her, but she didn’t fall for it. And today’s little care package fit right into his prank scheme.

Natsu dropped off the package at a Kuroneko Yamato office with the address instructions already filled out and paid the company’s employee extra to keep their mouths shut. ‘She’s gonna kill me one day,’ he laughed to himself as he rode back to his office. ‘If it’s suffocation by her boobs it wouldn’t be a bad way to go!’

“Anymore stops sir?” The driver asked Natsu.

“Nope. Back to the office.”

He looked at his watch. The package should be arriving at Lucy’s office within the hour. Give or take another to open it, and by 4pm he would be receiving another phone call. Maybe he won’t answer it. Oh, that would piss her off even more! ‘Well, if she’d just take the hint...’

The afternoon was supposed to be mellow at headquarters that day. No shipments, and no appointments. But when Natsu got back, another general in the organization named Jellal Fernandez came to his office to inform him of a problem. One of the new local restaurants in their territory was refusing to cooperate and he wanted to know how Natsu wanted it handled. They were right in the middle of discussing it, when Natsu’s office door flew open with a loud bang!

In stomped Lucy who immediately threw a box at his head, causing Natsu to duck and Jellal to pull his gun.

“Don’t!” Natsu screamed at his general and motioned for him to stand down, to which the man complied. “Do you have a death wish Lucy!”

“Get. Out.” She snapped at the general. “Get out! This is between me and your boss!”

Jellal looked to Natsu, who nodded his head to scram. “I got this, don’t worry.” The man holstered his gun and left, but Natsu could see he’d stayed right outside of the now closed door.

“I take it you didn’t like the gift,” Natsu pretended to stay calm.

“Gee, me throwing it at you give you that impression? I know it’s you sending all these damn deliveries to me and Loke. That needs to stop now!”

He crossed his arms and scoffed. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Play dumb all you want. Just stop! Why are you even doing this?!”

“Take a guess,” he sneered back.

“I could’ve sworn we were adults now, but apparently I’m the only one who grew up. Stay out of my love life Natsu!”

“So, you admit you’re sleeping with the guy!”

“That’s none of your damn business! I can fuck whoever I want!”

“Not as long as I’m alive,” Natsu growled back.

Lucy crossed her arms. “That could be arranged.”

“Is that a threat?!”

“Yes! If you don’t stay out of my love life!”

“A woman shouldn’t be sleepi—”

“Don’t you finish that sentence!” Lucy grabbed a stapler that was within reach and chucked it at Natsu’s head. “Stop trying to control me!”

“Are you crazy?!”

At that moment, Gray barged into the room. He’d heard the screaming from the other side of the office, and when he got close enough to see Jellal standing outside the door, he became alarmed. Why would a general leave Natsu vulnerable! The man told him their boss told him to leave, but as the sounds inside escalated, Gray couldn’t wait anymore.

“Stop it!!” Gray got between them. “What are you two doing! Lucy you shouldn’t be here!”

“Then tell your damn boss to leave me the fuck alone!” Lucy spat back. “Ask him how he’s been harassing Loke and me!”

Gray turned to his boss with a groan. “Natsu, we talked about this!”

“Tell Gray what you been doing!” Lucy pressed. “Show him the stupid packages you send!”

“What packages?” Gray looked to Lucy, then repeated the question as he stared at his boss. “What packages?”

“Tch,” Natsu crossed his arms, “it’s not even that bad.”

Lucy stomped over to where the box fell and picked it up, pulling the contents out. “Bullshit!” She snapped as she held up a very racy, red nightie with flame prints, a pair of fluffy handcuffs, and a large dildo. “See this shit?!” Lucy shook the floppy latex toy at Gray before chucking it to the ground again. “He includes messages too,” then handed the man a folded piece of paper.

Gray read it aloud, “to make up for what playboy lacks. Had it custom made to my size wink wink. Ugh, seriously man,” he tossed the letter.

Natsu shrugged. “I was just having fun.”

“This is the yakuza, not a daycare!” Gray snaps. “I’m not here to babysit the boss so he stops harassing the competition! There’s more important business to worry about!”

“That’s right listen to Gray,” Lucy sneered.

Gray turned to her. “Oh, you ain’t innocent either, so don’t even try it. You both do things to purposely rile the other up and get mad when there’s consequences. Stop it!” He looked back and forth between the two. “Just stop it already!”

Natsu and Lucy looked away from the man with scowls on their faces. Neither wanted to admit he was right.

“Jellal,” Gray called out. When the man entered, he instructed him to escort Lucy out of there. “Next time, just call me instead. It’s best you two just stay away from each other. Got it?!”

“Yeah,” Lucy grumped.

“Got it?!” Gray questioned his boss.

“Yeah,” Natsu mumbled.

“Fucking like high school,” Gray ran a hand down his face in irritation. “You two need therapy.”

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Worth It

~Notes: Oof, I know I have so many prompts in my inbox and I appreciate them so much! But I wanted to write something after dinner in dedication and a gift to the lovely Remus-John-Lupin!!!!!!!<3<3<3 I love you RJ and I appreciate you and your friendship so fucking much, so this is just a strange little gift from me to you in thanks for how kind you’ve always been to me since I joined this crazy fandom, ILY and you’re my favorite slag!!!!

.-

Sirius silently reminds himself that he in fact likes Lily, he thinks she’s a total knock out and is happy that his brother is finally getting to date the girl of his dreams. He likes her damn it,! And one does not commit battery to folks that they like.

Assured that his pure irritation won’t bleed through his words, Sirius tries again in his most charming of inflections. “All I want is his number.”

“No,” she repeats, casually steadfast while poking at her salad— Not even bothering to flick her gaze up at an increasingly irate Sirius.

“Why are you being so fucking difficult!”

“Why are you still bitching about this,” she counters, finally giving him her undivided attention, even if it’s her glaring at him like she’d like to skewer Sirius on a stick.

“Hey guys, let’s chill.” James tries to mediate, laughing awkwardly between the pair of them, hand raised in concession and glasses going a bit skewed.

They promptly ignore him.

“I like him. What is so difficult to understand Evans? Aren’t you like supposed to be some brainiac or some shit?”

“It’s been like two months Black,” she says pointedly, grip on her fork tightening while her mouth curls unpleasantly. “That’s way past your ordinary infatuations, so why the hell do you still even care.”

Sirius bares his teeth, pinning her with a glower that once made an old school yard bully of Regulus’s actually piss his pants. So of course Lily doesn’t even flinch. “He’s cute.”

“You’re a dog.”

“You’re being a total ass.”

“And you’re a bastard.”

“But you love me though.”

“Just barely.”

“So you’ll give me Remus’s number?”

“Dream on.” she says with a lofty sniff and haughty flip of the hair, discarding her barely eaten lunch before swaggering over to where a group of her friends from the STEM club are sat, including Alice Flores and Dorcas Meadowes. 

“Guess you’re back to square one Pads.” James says, unhelpful as fuck, so Sirius only flips him off before snatching back his calculus homework from a pitiful looking Peter.

“Fuck this.”

.-

Sirius thinks of himself as a reasonable sort of guy.

He isn’t one for holding grudges or obsessing over perceived slights. He’s brilliant whether he’s playing linebacker on the field or taking a exam in class.

For fuck’s sake, Sirius  can be plumped down in any and all social situations without warning, and can have the room eating out the palm of his hand within the first five minutes.

In layman’s terms, he’s decent and driven and downright charismatic. Mix this all together, and well Sirius thinks he’s a pretty fantastic fucking package— if he does say so himself. He can have his pick of the lot, truly. Especially when walking down the halls flocked by his best friend turned second brother on one end and little Petey, who’s a great hype man, on the other. So its only poetic justice that the one person who’s been able to swallow up all his attention is the one person who doesn’t even give him a second glance most days.

And that’s fucking ridiculous.

This is ridiculous! He is fucking ridiculous! No, record scratch. Remus fucking Lupin is the most ridiculous part of this all!

Remus lupin with his delightfully disheveled hair the color of gold and his crooked grin that’s everything darling in the world, and his big doe eyes that sometimes flare with green specs when he’s especially passionate in class or when he’s chatting with Lily in the halls. Remus lupin who’s only just moved here to Murray Hill from a small town in southern Illinois and who toppled Sirius’s world upside-down while he was at it. 

The first time they met was completely on accident.

It was the week before classes began, and Sirius had only just come back from his family trip to their villa in Rome, and he was only meant to meet James at the coffee shop that Lily was working at now. They were suppose to head to the city and go out drinking to celebrate the start of their senior year.  Sirius was suppose to find a nice, college aged girl to fuck because he’s given up on the boring lot that infests Hogwarts these days. It was suppose to be easy and fun and he was suppose to stay stringless and unattached as ever.

But that didn’t happen.

Instead, Sirius walked into the Howling Moon  and was met by the sight of the most lovely, most gorgeous boy he’s ever met. Hand to God, it felt like one of those slow motion moments in a Romantic Comedy when the disgruntled, wayward lead first sets their eyes on that love interest— the one to out shine all others, the one  who turns everything inside out and makes it all glitter gold.

“Hey there,” Remus had grinned like the fucking sun, slipping the pen from his ear and hand poised over the cups lining the counter. “What can I get ya?”

“Oh, erm— Yeah. Just a caramel macchiato, iced.”Sirius’s ordinarily smooth baritone almost fucking cracked while ordering, and Remus’s beautiful eyes had glittered.

“Would’ve taken you for a dark roast sort of guy.” He said, and Sirius swears that it was playful and flirtatious and a little mischievous too. 

Sirius was in love.

“I’ve been known to partake in sweets, you know, if they catch my eye,” he replied, eyes lingering meaningfully up and down Remus’s slighter frame.

“What a come on,” Remus had laughed, head thrown back to show off his long neck and Sirius was so fucking gobsmacked at how it quite literally sounded like all the most splendid instruments woven together.

He had ducked his head, so unordinary bashful but so beyond pleased. “What can I say beautiful, you bring it out of me.”

“”Cute.” Remus had chuckled, cheeks going a fetching red and scribbling down the order. “Definitely one of the more interesting one liners I’ve gotten today.”

Sirius ignored the flare of jealousy over that, considering that he hasn’t gotten to even kiss him yet, and he should probably take this slow if he doesn’t want to screw it up. “Has anyone of those bastards mentioned how your eyes put the brownies on sale to shame?”

“No one as hot as you if I’m being honest,” Remus retorted, ringing him up and sinking his teeth into his plump bottom lip. And fuck, Sirius knew he was in trouble from then on.

They had talked for over half an hour about nothing at all in that tiny bistro while Remus was busy exchanging the coffee pots for a fresh batch and rearranging the baked goods, and it was amazing.

 Sirius has always been someone who couldn’t sit still, who had to be fluttering all over the place to feel like he was actually headed somewhere, like he was getting something finished. But for the first time in too long, just sitting there, still and silent and besotted while Remus chatted about his hometown and moving half way across the country and his eccentric mother— Well Sirius felt completely balanced, completely calm. He felt like just as long as Remus was their chatting with him and smiling in that beguiling way of his, that Sirius could actually breathe without pressure. Like he knew what it meant to have a center.

So of course, right when he decided that he was going to snatch him up— to ask him out on a date before anyone else from their shitty class filled with degenerates and dick heads could— Lily of all people  had swaggered in, and gave him a caustic sort of glower that plainly said, keep the fuck away.

Ordinarily Sirius would’ve completely ignored her warning, would’ve unashamedly and excitedly chased after the cutest fucking boy he’s ever laid his eyes on with an absurd sort of zeal. But he under estimated just how much sway Lily was able to cater with Remus in the few weeks they worked with one another before he had met him. So instead of starting off the year with a brand new, insanely pretty boyfriend wrapped around one arm, Sirius has just spent the past nine weeks pining like a fucking love sick loser. Like he was starring in some cheesy John Hughes movie from the damn 80s!

And this will not do, this is not all right, not okay at all.

Sirius needs to figure out a way to get close to Remus, and outside of Lily’s overbearing claws. Something that only Remus likes, that Sirius can partake in to prove himself worthy.

As he promenades down the hall towards his free period, Sirius creates a mental check list of the things he knows Remus enjoys.

Remus enjoys poetry, and Sirius knows that he’s part of the school’s award winning Forensics team. But they meet during the football practices so Sirius couldn’t even try to impress him in that arena until the spring. He also knows that Remus likes history, that he’s going to end up majoring in classics in University, but Sirius really doubts his ability to memorize the Iliad in the matter of a few hours— He’s good, but not that good.

“Jesus fuck is this hard,” he mutters nastily to himself, tugging at the ends of his dark hair before ramming straight into a display outside the southern wing of their preparatory school’s building.

He winces, not so much for the throbbing in his toes, but because of Marlene’s snappish attitude when he makes it so that the table shakes.

“Keep your head out your ass Black,” she scolds before going back to filing her nails. And Sirius is about to snipe right back at her— That is until he catches on the bright poster adorned with small rainbows and the words, GSA FOOD DRIVE spelt out in large lettering.

And oh!

“Eureka!”

“Pardon?” Marlene asks, nose wrinkled indelicately as she eyes him like he’s about to puke on her brand new Doc Martens again like last weekend. Holy shit, she should really get over it by now.

But Sirius is smart enough and tactful enough not to mention his thoughts on the matter, only smiles down at her with pure elation. “Marls, what if I said I had a brilliant idea to help our lovely GSA.”

“I’d accuse you to only doing it to try and get in Lupin’s pants since he’s our new VP.”

Sirius grapples for his chest, feigning indignant. “You pain me my old friend.”

Marlene snorts. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

“That’s neither here nor there.”

“So are your chances with Lupin.”

“You’re a sick fuck McKinnon.”

“What do you want from me you gnat.”

“Let me help with the fundraiser.”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll tell Lily to get Meadowes to notice you?”

Marlene glares at him now. “We’ve been fucking for like a month you prick.”

“Oh— Erm, then for some of that good old Bi unity?”

Marlene suddenly looks so very shrewd and Sirius hates how every fucking woman in his life could eat him whole for breakfast. “Absolutely not.”

“Fine, what the fuck do you want.”

“You cover Fabian’s costs for the goods  when we go to that rave for 2KBABY in January.”

“Eh, didn’t you guys use to fuck?”

“Yes. But I don’t see the connection?”

“He won’t even give you a discount on the good shit?”

“Oh he does,” she leers, blue eyes glinting wickedly in the hallway light. “But I’d rather see you pay full price for’m.”

Sirius glares down at her, and repeats himself.  “You. Are. A. Sick. Fuck.”

Marlene just lies back in her seat and returns to manicuring her nails. “Well if cheekbones isn’t worth the bother?”

“Fine,” Sirius all but growls out. “But we do this my way.”

“Scout’s honor handsome,” she absolutely beams, and Sirius reminds himself that this is all for Remus and that’s worth it at the end of the day.

.-

It’s a week later, right before Thanksgiving break hits, and Sirius is sat in front of the cafeteria, smirking at the line of mostly pink faced girls and a few others amongst their midst, who have all queued up in front of him. A dollar in each of their hands, though he does see that a few have fives and even tens or more, and he doesn’t know how to subtly tell them that all he’s promising is a quick peck of his lips, and absolutely no other groping— including of his legendary ass or admittedly perfect abs.

“You’re just really enjoying yourself, aren’t you.” James hisses besides him after the latest girl— a blonde sophomore who’s decked out in Lulu Lemon for their only non uniform day of the week— scurries off. “Just a ego trip.”

“Jealous Jamie darling?” Sirius boasts, tipping back on his chair while Marlene collects the cash from the next five in line so that they can clammer closer towards him.

“I can’t believe all of them want to kiss you,” Peter marvels, round eyes completely in aw. 

“I can’t believe you think this is how to get Remus’s attention,” Lily interjects huffily, lips set in a moody pout while perched on James’s lap to Sirius’s left.

“I bet you would’ve been in line if you weren’t dating Jamie here.” Sirius counters, smug as all get out, and laughing when all Lily deigns as a adequate response is her middle finger.

Sirius is on cloud nine. He can’t believe he didn’t think of this sooner! Remus loves all this shit, from the club to the charity. This is perfect! This basically guarantees that he’ll finally get a good smooch on him. And once their lips finally  touch, Remus will surely feel the swarm of butterflies in his gut just like in those Harleyquin romance novels his cousin Narcissa would always read with a dreamy look on her face during their various Family vacations.

“You’re not gonna get him this way.”

“He’s not gonna know what hit’m Evans,” Sirius retorts, completely self assured.

.-

One should never bet against Lily Marie Evans.

Sirius knows this now. But he still hates it with the passion of a thousand burning suns.

By the end of the lunch hour, Sirius’s earned over sixty bucks to the GSA’s fundraiser fund, and absolutely zero potential boyfriends who look like golden angels and make Sirius’s knees weak.

“I told you,” Lily says in that sing-song sort of voice that is so not appreciated right now. “Remus is not the type to kiss you in front of a huge crowd and after like a bunch of others. That’s not his style.”

Sirius is moody as all get out, and he’s irritated that he’s just wasted five dozen perfectly fine kisses on folks who aren’t Remus, so he doesn’t bother to hide his irritation when he gripes back at her, “Then tell me what the fuck is his style.”

Miraculously, that actually proved enough to get Lily to slow down her stroll, and cock her head curiously at him. “You actually care.”

“What the fuck have I been trying to tell you Evans!” He nearly shouts.

“I just thought— You know. That it was a game.”

Sirius’s face goes stoney, and he juts his chin away from her. “It’s not always a fucking game, all right. It’s not a game with him— I like him. I like Remus.”

“Oh,” Lily says very quietly, her face pulled in a thousand different directions before settling on something akin to solemn. “You should go to the music room for your free period today.”

Sirius quirks a brow at her, frowning while he asks, “Why?”

“Just trust me S,” she says, reaching over her hand to squeeze his forearm.

Sirius watches her walk off, hand in hand with James, and he feels a strange twisting to his heart when he imagines a very similar image— only with him and Remus and punctuated by plenty of kisses to the cheek, and jawline and lips too.

.-

The music room is towards the back of the school, in a separate building along with the theatre and main auditorium.

The early autumnal chill lashes against Sirius’s face while he makes the track to the room, continuously chanting to himself that he actually trusts Lily and this is gonna be worth it if there’s a merciful God up there.

Once Sirius clammers in doors, he rubs his cold hands together, and shakes out his hair. 

The first thing he hears is the soft strumming of a guitar, and finds himself in front of the music room after following its melodic toon. 

Through the window he can spot the form of Remus bent over the instrument, his thick curls getting in his eyes and his steady hands plucking a few chords as he sits cross legged atop the piano.

Sirius feels his heart lodging in his throat at the sight of him, so beautiful and perfect and warm looking in that scarlet sweater. And he knows in his bones that this is some sort of unspoken blessing that Lily’s given him, so with a deep breath, Sirius opens the door and strolls in.

Remus starts slightly, going flushed once his eyes catch on Sirius’s own.

“Oh Sirius,” he greets, the corners of his mouth tipping into a smile that doesn’t ring true. “You pulled away from the haram?”

“That’s a bit much? Calling them a haram,” Sirius says cooly, hitching up besides him and swinging his long legs. “I just did it to help you.”

“Oh— Yeah,” Remus nods. “The GSA appreciates all the help we can get.”  His words are quiet, and he’s rinsing a hand through his curls, so Sirius can tell that he’s a bit nervous. And it’s impossibly cute, but also not on. He doubts that he’ll ever get his kiss if Remus won’t even look at him in the eyes.

Gingerly, Sirius sets the pad of his pointer finger beneath Remus’s chin, lifting his gaze upwards. “Not the GSA— Though I appreciate the club’s work and your part in that.”

“Oh,” Remus says again, lips pursed and his throat pulsing when he swallows down. “Then—“

“I did it for you Remus,” Sirius repeats heatedly. “I did it because I’ve been mad for you since ever meeting you in August, and I can’t get your fucking face or name or lips or ass out of my head. And I thought that if maybe I pulled a dumb stunt like that, you would actually kiss me along with the lot of those idiots who can’t even hold a candle to you.”

“M—My ass?” Remus questions, voice going pitchy and face bright with emotion. 

Sirius laughs, booming and bombastic. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen Remus Lupin and it’s really obscene.”

Remus shoulder checks him, looking down and then back up through his lashes at Sirius and it’s a sight Sirius wish he can keep with him for the rest of his days.

“So you thought I’d want our first kiss to happen after you’ve just made out with half the school?” 

Sirius grimaces, bending down so that their lips are only inches apart. “Listen, I can be a complete dumb ass on occasion.”

“Don’t forget arrogant.”

“Okay, fair.”

“And brash too.”

“Right.”

“Also you tend—“

Sirius places a soft hand over Remus’s supple lips, glaring teasingly at the other boy, who’s grinning like the cat who’s caught the canary, his eyes teeming with laughter. 

Remus Lupin is going to be the death of  him, Sirius knows it.

“Listen Lupin, I’d like a shred of self respect here, so I can actually muster up the courage to ask you out on a proper date already.”

Remus perks at that, so Sirius moves his grasp.

 “You wanna ask me out?”

“Depends…. You wanna continue that little rant until I’m blue balled and  gutless.”

“Hmm,” Remus inches closer, setting his hand over Sirius’s on the piano. “Nah, I think I’d rather do this.”

He leans forwards and Sirius barely has enough time to gather his bearings when he feels Remus’s mouth over his own and it’s literally every starlit promise and sugar burnt secret and sunlit afternoon all rolled into one. And Sirius feels his heart thud an uneven staccato when he grabs for either end of Remus’s waistline and plunges his tongue into his own and he lets himself get lost in the overwhelming feeling of it all.

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BASIC INSTINCT (Part 1 - A Spencer Reid Series)

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5

Summary: (Y/N) has recently joined the bau through non conventional and rather privileged means. Couple that with a dark and troubled past, all she really wants is a fresh start. What she didn’t predict getting in her way of that, was one Special Agent Dr Spencer Reid. She thinks it’s hopeless and he’ll hate her forever. That is, until she sees Dr Reid on a rather...unusual place.

A/n: I kinda can’t believe this is my first Spencer Reid/Criminal minds fic. I’ve been obsessed for so long but I never got the courage to post anything. Well, we’ll see how this one goes. I really do hope all of you enjoy this, since I’m planning to make it multi chapters and I’m too in love to abandon it! Forgive me for not giving y’all the smut right away but good things come to those who are patient! And also huge thanks to @imagining-in-the-margins for being such a wonderful human and helping me beta this first one. Shout out to all the lovely people in the discord for encouraging me enough to write this. And also for my sweet liv, bc if she didn’t like this I would def not have posted.

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Word count: 2320

Rating: R-no actual hard smut. For now.

Content warning: 12+ years age gap, description of bdsm scenes and play, swear words, brief fingering

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Since the first day I stepped in the bau, I knew Dr.Spencer Reid would not like me one bit.

Call it a gut feeling, a hunch, or maybe my justified pessimism.

 I knew the moment my dad told me, fresh out of the academy and not even slightly experienced at 24 years old, that I ‘mysteriously’ got a generous offer for a job with one of the best teams the FBI had to offer, that I wasn’t going to be liked by a lot of people. Because it wasn’t a mystery how I got the position. It was actually really plain and simple, and could be boiled down to one word:

Nepotism

I didn’t ask for it; I didn’t want it (no matter how much I actually wanted the position, but by my earning it on my own merits), but I completely understood something like this was likely to happen. I knew it the moment I moved back home and decided that the only thing worthwhile I really wanted to do was join the FBI. My dad was a good guy who was just trying to help me, his intentions were just a little misguided. It happens.

What doesn’t ‘just’ happen is that my dad is the deputy director of the FBI. His helping me was ‘making calls’ and ‘pulling strings’, which instantly gives my peers every reason to doubt every achievement I have.

But I was completely ready for it.  

What I wasn’t ready for is for everyone on the team to be normal and so welcoming to me, like I was any other agent. It was everything I wanted.

Well, everyone did that except him. I couldn’t figure it out why, but from the first minute he turned those eyes towards me, looking me up and down but never quite reaching my eyes, I could feel the scrutiny under the stare. Almost like he was saying “Really? This is it?”.

But with a blink it was gone, and he turned away from me and put his attention to the book in his hand so fast I almost thought I imagined the whole thing.

But I knew, I knew I saw it. And I knew that even if I didn’t want it, my body and brain would spend days trying to make him acknowledge me again, to look me up and down again, to try and prove to him what I’ve been trying to prove to everyone:

I deserved to be there. I could earn it by myself. I just need the chance to do it.

And so, my journey to try to not only be useful but a valuable agent, someone he would have to notice began.

 And it was shit.

Everyone was so willing not only to teach me, but to listen to my input.

Luke always had my back, both of us being the newbies in the team. JJ and Tara were always open to listening to theories, doubts and rambling, besides being totally badass inspirations. Penelope always had a eager and friendly attitude that could comfort me immediately, and she welcomed me with open arms. Emily and Rossi were patient, while also pushing me to be so much better, and being the best mentors they could be.

None of them even seemed to have even a passing thought of giving me special treatment or harsher judgment. It was almost perfect.

If it wasn’t for Special Fucking Agent Doctor Reid. He wouldn’t even be an asshole towards me, oh no, It was much, much worse. He ignored me.

He was almost happy to pretend I didn’t even exist. Of course there were situations that he couldn’t avoid socializing, as minimal as it was, but it was like he was talking to a wall. He looked at me like he was surprised that I was even there. He wouldn’t acknowledge me unless he was made to. He wouldn’t even correct me when I was wrong. At this point I was sure that I could be screaming bloody murder at him and he wouldn’t take his eyes off whatever he was doing.

It was the most frustrating and irritating thing that has ever happened to me. It made my blood boil over. It made me cry with sorrow.

And I couldn’t even figure out why. I didn’t know what it was that made me crazy because Spencer Reid wouldn’t look my way.

So I did what every angry and frustrated normal young adult does.

I went to a sex dungeon to drink my mixed feelings away and watch BDSM scenes. Duh.

Even though I wasn’t going there to play, and I thought I would never be able to play again, it was still a safe place for me. A place where I could see people that once knew the real me and provided a place free of any judgement. People who didn’t know who I was outside of those walls, who thought of me as just another person in that safe and different little world.

It also helped that watching, as much as it wasn’t my preference before, was the only thing that could properly get me off these days. And after everything, I thought I still deserved the ability to enjoy some parts of it.

And so, after saying my goodbyes to Pen, JJ amd Emily, and finding flimsy excuses not to join them at the bar for Friday drinks, I hopped the elevator, wondering how long would it take me to get properly dressed and drive across town, and if I was going to be able to call more of my old friends.

But all my happy thoughts of getting to immerse myself on a world I still loved were immediately clouded when a hand stopped the elevator and went in with me. His hand.

Great, just the perfect ending to an shitty day. A awkward elevator ride with Spencer Reid. And as always, he didn’t bother to acknowledge me, even though it was just the two of us riding down.

I was trying so hard to be in a good mood; to ignore the shitty end to a shittier case and go somewhere where I could try to be happy. But I just had to be met with his silence, his awkwardness, his existence in general. I didn’t want to feel like that today. So before I could stop myself, I did something stupid

 “So, what are your plans for the weekend, Doctor?”

Stupid. Stupid, stupid. Like he would voluntarily participate in small talk with me, something he already didn’t like, with someone he didn’t even bother to not like.

 “I think I’m going to go to a party with a friend today.”

Now that took me by surprise. No short replies? No one syllable answers? He actually told me something out of his own free will? He engaged in small talk?!

 “O-oh? I didn’t know you were one for partying... like, at all. Which friend are you going with? Do I know him?”

Talk to me. Keep engaging in small talk, please.

 “You don’t really know me well enough to judge if I am one for partying or not, now, do you? And you definitely wouldn’t know her. I don’t only hang out with people on our team, contrary to popular belief.”

Well that was extremely uncalled for. And rude. I thought that it was the first time he ever referred to me as part of the team, but that was an small detail to analyze later.

 “No need to be defensive or rude, I was just asking.”

 “Well, don’t.”

He was back to having that stupid blank expression on his face, back to not dignifying me with a proper answer, and that just wouldn’t do, would it?

I had a response. I had an excellent, spectacular comeback to use, but before I could actually defend myself in any way, the elevator dinged open. He couldn’t get out fast enough.

It was infuriating. So I did the only reasonable thing:

I followed him to his car to give him a piece of my mind.

Because of those immensely long legs, he almost got there quick enough to drive away and avoid me, but I would not let my stubby short legs get in the way.

I got my hand in before he could close his door, much like he did with the elevator. He still refused to look up at me but, the cheer disbelief and confusion on his face was enough of a response. Can’t ignore me now, asshole.

“You know, the only reason I don’t know anything about you, is because you pretend like I don’t exist. So don’t be needlessly rude to me. It’s better to keep not saying anything at all.”

And there it was. It was just tip of the iceberg, but at least I acknowledged it. I could actually feel a smirk forming on my face.

“Remove your hand please.”

And he finally looked up at me. All the disbelief and annoyance on his face were gone, replaced by that utterly bored and blank stare.

I actually wanted to scream. How was this the same guy that couldn’t stop talking and rambling enthusiastically about any and everything to anyone, the same person who had a perfect smile and warmth on his eyes for everyone else. How.

It was too frustrating. So I stepped back, removing my hand from his car door and walking towards my own car. It was better to just let it end already so I can wallow in my humiliation over this failed attempt at confrontation.

It almost put me in a bad enough mood that I didn’t want to go to the ‘club,’ but I had already promised Amara, who was not only one of my best friends but also happened to be dating that particular BDSM dungeon’s Mistress. There was no getting out even if I wanted to.

 And I didn’t really want to.

 ****

 A hour and dress change later, I was ready to go. This was absolutely nothing like the old outfits I used to wear for this events, but then again, I wasn’t the same girl. Not entirely.

So I opted for a silky black dress with a cowl neck and the best heels I had. It was sexy enough for a night of normal clubbing, but rather tame for a night at a dungeon. It was exactly what I wanted. It was less likely in that type of dungeon for anybody to approach or proposition me if I didn’t look experienced and in my element.

Even if I secretly was.

So I got ready, took my time to properly breathe, and left everything that wasn’t this night or positive thoughts behind the locked door of the apartment. I could come back to them later.

Right now, I was going to be happy and have fun.

 *****

I was not having fun anymore. It was unfortunate, and I felt like somehow that this had to be the bad mood I was in from a particular encounter earlier. I just couldn’t find anything that excited me the way I wanted it to. I had made the rounds with Amara, and she had showed me all of the new rooms and new toys before every space got occupied with busy couples and groups.

It was beyond fun exploring before the spaces were being actually used, and imagining what each person would get out of those rooms. It was a pleasant and happy feeling.

But soon enough the dungeon got filled with more and more people, and each room was occupied and used. Most were open for all that wanted to watch, but each scene I passed failed to get my attention. It was especially more daunting and lonely when Amara left to put on a show with her girlfriend in the main room.

And as pretty and wonderful as they looked, I just didn’t feel like watching a couple as in love as Amara and Celeste performing tonight. It was just... a little too much for me. After everything, most loving was.

No, what I was looking for was not that. I was looking for the thing I used to crave. The thing that used to keep me going at all times of the day.

I was looking for fucking. Not couples making love, not couples having sex, not pet play, not elaborate scenes or people using toys so strange and complicated I couldn’t make out what was what.

I was looking for someone completely fucking dominating their partner.

It shouldn’t be impossible to find. Not on a Friday night, and not in a club this good.

And I did. I finally found it.

The dom had his back to the audience and the door with the little window I was watching through. He was turned toward his sub standing on the side while she spread her legs on the bed, her hands tied up to the headboard, showing her pussy to the audience along the wall. It was the perfect scene for me. In fact, too perfect.

She even looked a little like me, in fact. Same build, similar hair. It got me even more excited to watch this through. I took a deep breath and finally opened the door. Stepping in, I leaned against the door, having a direct view to the bed.

And god did I want to watch.

The dom still had his back to us,but I wasn’t watching him. Rather, I watched the girl’s cunt and how he was fingering it, not saying anything for her or us yet.

He has really nice hands.

Really, really nice. In fact I don’t think I’ve seen such nice hands since –

Not the time!

The girls face looked rather blissful, and I imagined three of those pretty and long fingers should be doing just the trick for her.

But then she did something that displeased him.

She moaned. Loudly.

The sound was immediately followed by a sharp slap in her face.

Fuck, that made me wet.

But before I could even entertain the idea of getting my hands inside my panties, the dom spoke.

He spoke in a voice I almost never heard directed towards me, but could pick out in any crowd.

He spoke in the voice of the man that made me so mad I almost didn’t come to the club in the first place.

“Are my fingers inside you too much? Cause I’ll fucking stop if you can’t obey and stay quiet.”

 And I froze. I froze and panicked and had to stop myself from screaming by bringing a hand up to my  mouth.

 Because that was Spencer Reid, in a BDSM dungeon, dominating a girl right in front of me.

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triple frontier - the boys/ofc

arguably fem!reader but with 3rd person pronouns not "you" unnamed, nearly featureless original female placeholder

rated e despite having no penetrative sex content warning for being millercest adjacent the millers don't actually have direct sexual contact, you're welcome/apologies depending on your point of view. if millercest really squicks you it may still be to much for you tags: everyone/everyone, but most explicitly - will/ofc, pope/benny/ofc, exhibitionism/voyeurism, shockingly little actual sexual contact, just a little finger banging, someone has blood on their face, a little pining a little jealousy, mostly just why have a love triangle when you could have a threesome fivesome

In the wake of another mission Will just really doesn't want to think about being shot again. Or about another night time drive through a jungle a world away from home. Or all the ways he could have been better, all the little things he's counting. So he distracts himself by saying the first unhinged thing that comes to him.

And it goes a lot better than expected.

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“What if you suck my brother’s cock.”

The nagging pull of annoyance at not being the center of her attention vanishes when her gaze snaps up to his where he’s half turned in the passenger seat. The hot flash of annoyance makes them spark, her brows drawing together. Her mouth opens, closes. Opens again as she tries to figure out what to say to that. She’s squished between Benny and Pope in the back seat of a Jeep that is strictly too small to fit all of them. And she always gets the middle seat. Because she didn’t serve with them until after and they call it paying dues. Which always makes her mutter about a boys club.

“Jesus,” Frankie hisses behind the wheel, another rut on another piece of shit back road they’re flying down making everyone jostle.

“I’m bleeding out, it’s the least you can do,” Will offers with a one armed shrug. Because there’s a bullet hole in the other one.

This beats the hell out of counting bodies. Thinking about the ways they could have been cleaner, faster, better. The ways he could have been better. Her eyes glitter with irritation and her lips pull back in what might be a snarl. Beside her Benny looks distinctly uneasy and that just makes it better.

Yeah, this beats the muzzle flashes he sees behind his eyelids when he blinks

“You’re not bleeding out,” Pope says placatingly at the same time Benny says “Holy shit.”

“He got shot,” Frankie says, shrugs when everyone in the back seat looks at him incredulously, “I kinda want to see where the crazy goes.”

“Even if that made any kind of fucking sense,” she says, breaking through the voices of the men around her trying to argue about exactly what kind of crazy Will has, “which it does not. You get shot like weirdly a lot.”

Will shrugs again, uses his good elbow to push against the seat and turn to face the back better. There’s blood on Benny’s neck, a smudge from her thumb where she cupped the back of his neck, bumped their heads together and whispered something Will couldn’t hear. Which is supposed to be fine, after all it’s his blood on Benny’s skin, him that she half dragged, half carried behind cover.

Her gaze searches his face, looking for some sign that this is a joke, that he’s just giving her a hard time. He was, at first. When he was just annoyed that he was in pain, that he’d been shot again, that she wasn’t paying attention to him. But then he’d said it and he doesn’t often say things he doesn’t mean. A little blood loss isn’t enough to push him over that line and as soon as it’s out he means it.

Her throat bobs as she swallows, realization colouring her cheeks a hot flush of pink. She knows he’s not kidding and so far they’re the only two who are totally sure of his sincerity.

“Did you hit your fucking head?” she asks and it manages to be both scathingly dismissive and genuinely worried about him being maybe concussed. She fits with them better than she thinks she does. And Will knows she worries. Because he sees her, more than he probably should.

“C’mon, darlin,” Will’s voice pitches low, like it’s only them. Like the men who are his family aren’t packed in shoulder to shoulder with them. She kicks the back of his seat, Pope’s legs in her way so she can’t get much force, “Show me what a good girl you can be.”

“Hello?” she spreads her arms to encompass the jeep, the jungle, the blood and sweat and cordite stinking up the enclosed space, “I think we blew past good girl a country mile ago, William. What with being Garcia’s little vendetta hit squad and all.”

Beside her Pope opens his mouth to argue. Probably to point out that they pick jobs as a team. Sure most of them are his to begin with but they never go anywhere they don’t agree on. All of them go or none of them go, that’s how this works. How they keep walking out of whatever shit hole they find themselves in. He shuts it before he says anything, turning to scowl out the window.

“You’re right,” Will says, “blowing my brother in the backseat is definitely more bad girl.”

“Punch him in the bullet hole,” Benny suggests and Pope wraps his arms around her shoulders to haul her back when she goes to do just that, her teeth flashing in a snarl.

“What?” Will asks, “He wants you to.”

Benny splutters out a denial, some half true waste of air designed to keep him out of the line of fire. But Benny wants her, Fish and Pope want her. You can’t keep killing people together, keep living on adrenaline and bloodshed without getting all your wires crossed and all your wanting confused. It’s obvious every time Benny spars with her, when he helps her grapple, learn to use her lower center of gravity to deal with bigger, stronger opponents. He walks out of that cage and the smile falls off his face leaving heat and wanting in its wake.

“This is fucking weird. Drop it,” Pope says. His face is solemn, sober, “She doesn’t want to.”

Will knows he’s smirking when he slips his gaze one place over to meet hers. Her pupils are blown wide, dwarfing her iris to a thin ring of colour. His gaze drags down the column of her throat to the heavy rise and fall of her chest, her breasts pressing up against the black sports bra he can see where her henley is unbuttoned.

No, his Henley. It’s a smear of Frankie’s blood that turns the collar from a mission months ago in much better weather. The stain had never come out but it almost blends into the faded blue material, almost invisible except that Will knows to look for it.

Her breath comes deep and heavy and her lips part, tongue darting out to wet the center of her upper lip. Her eyelashes flutter and for a second he thinks she’s going to look away first. Not wanting him to know just how turned on she is by his crass suggestion would probably be a good reason to blink first.

She just swallows hard, tips her chin up in a challenge he isn’t sure either of them really is ready to go forward with.

“I don’t know, Pope,” Will says, slow and lazy, “I think she wants to.”

It’s not the first time they’ve fucked the same girl. Maybe not like this, not in this configuration but it’s that tangled up wanting again. They’ve done this before, or near enough. It’s just never been her. Pope’s adam’s apple bobs when he swallows and he can’t help himself, his gaze flicks off Will and onto her face. She turns to meet his gaze, close enough in the back seat that their noses almost brush. She gives a sharp intake of breath and tries to back up and give Pope room. But Benny’s chest is behind her and there’s no where else for any of them to go.

“That true?” Pope asks, one large hand lifting to hover at her neck, her jaw. He doesn’t touch her although they’ve all been in much closer quarters than this.

She gives a shaky little breath, a soft panting sound that Will’s never heard her make.

It should make Will jealous. That’s what started all this, after all. But she isn’t his, they’re all just sort of each other’s in this fucked up blood soaked little family. And he’s still calling the shots.

“Bet she’s wet as October,” he says, watching the way her head bumps back against Benny’s shoulder, “aren’t you darlin?”

"Are you?” Benny asks, his cheek pressing against hers where she tips her head back against his shoulder. His stubble has to scrape at her jaw. It’s been a long couple days and shaving isn’t high on the priority list. She doesn’t protest, if anything she rubs her cheek against the scruff of it.

Beside him Frankie shifts, Will catching the movement of his head as he tries to look into the back seat in the rear view mirror while simultaneously not wrapping them around a tree. Any accident at the speed they're going would be real fucking bad. That helps to sober Will. There’s a fine line to walk between distraction and self destruction. Especially because it’s never just himself anymore. Not since Pope’s first text.

Which is sort of ironic since it was the first time they’d operated as individuals, not the long arm of the military-industrial complex.

Will’s not so in his head he misses the way Benny’s fingers flash over her belt, the way the soft click of metal echos in Jeep even though it should be barely audible. Frankie swears under his breath and Will reaches out blindly. He bumps his knuckles on the other man’s shoulder, finds a place for his hand to sit where his fingers brush the warm side of his neck.

“We’re minutes from rendezvous,” Frankie says and there is a deep thread of regret in his voice.

“Minutes not seconds?” Pope asks and doesn’t wait for an answer.

The angle is all fucked up but he gets his hand in the front of her jeans, works between the denim and her skin until she makes a bitten off sound in the back of her throat. Her head thumps hard enough against Benny’s shoulder that he grunts. Frankie doesn’t look back at them but his head jerks, his mouth bumps Will’s hand. Will shifts his grip, rubs his thumb against Frankie’s jaw, feels the stubble there like the low burn of need at the base of his cock.

“Wet as the day is long,” Pope's voice is husky, burned out and she whines when he slides his hand away from her body. His long fingers shine slick in the low light and Will presses the heel of his hand against his cock, gives himself a little friction.

“We’re all like extremely fucked in the head,” she hisses, but the edge of her lips quirks in a smile, carves a dimple in her cheek.

Will’s pretty sure Pope lifted his fingers for her to suck them clean, it’s a favourite of his. But Benny beats her to the punch, lips closing over his fingers with an ease that Will certainly didn’t expect. She curses low and rough in her throat, treated to a front row seat of Benny swallowing down Pope's fingers like a pro.

“Fuck, babe,” he says, cuts off with a grunt when she elbows his ribs.

“If you say some dumb shit about how sweet I taste I swear to god,” she mutters and even in the dim light Will can see that she’s blushing. The colour spilling up from the flash of her cleavage exposed by his stolen Henley all the way up her throat and cheeks.

“We’re about to have company,” Frankie warns, his jaw working against Will’s hand. He reaches across the space between them to squeeze Will’s knee before they break apart.

Pope pulls her up off of Benny’s chest, close enough that their foreheads bump, their noses, their jaws as they pant in the same breath. She gives a little shake of her head, dispelling whatever worry she sees in his eyes. Before the tree cover breaks there’s nothing to show for whatever the fuck it was that Will just instigated.

Of course there isn’t because they’re professionals, and they couldn’t do this job if they couldn’t stow their shit when they had to.

They spill out onto the tarmac, buckle on bags, guns, gear. It’s a smooth oiled machine, five people who know each other too well to let a little thing like searing sexual tension get in the way. It’s not until they’ve piled into the ancient little Bonanza that’s supposed to get them one step closer to home that Will lets his gaze track back to her. It’s a damn good thing that this time they’re just transporting themselves because even with light gear the small plane feels crowded.

Her hands are on her weapon, her finger tapping her trigger guard in a pattern that is as familiar as his own heartbeat by now. He’s not even sure that she realizes she does it.

She feels his gaze and lifts her head to meet it, blowing hair out of her face where it’s fallen loose from her braid. When they’re in the air she’ll rebraid it, the silky strands dancing between her fingers in a mesmerizing ritual that means Will can relax.

“We’re not fucking finished here, Ironhead,” she warns, her voice crystal clear through their headsets.

“So you are going to let me watch you blow my brother or…” The laughter that cracks over the line is low and masculine but rather than being uncomfortable she just rolls her eyes and lifts her legs over the bags between them to rest her feet on his lap.

Will wraps his hand around her calf to hold her feet there as they start to taxi.

“Let you?” she asks, stressing the let part. Will’s not one to give up control easily.

“Sure,” Frankie says from the front with Pope, “He’s gonna show you what a good girl he can be.”

This time the laughter is at Will’s expense and she joins in, bumping knuckles with Benny across the aisle. But her eyes are hot, her pupils still blown. When she pulls her headset off Benny makes a low “ooh”. Will mimics her move and leans towards her, both of them curling their fists around their mic for a little added privacy. His arm is curled around her legs to give her extra balance. Even over the rattle of the engine she drops her voice low.

“Sorta thought you’d want me to choke on your dick first,” her tone is so mild, so matter of fact that it’s Will who chokes. Her smirk tells him she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“Darlin, order doesn’t matter. It aint like that.”

For a second Will worries it’s the wrong thing to say, that what she’ll hear is that she doesn’t matter. Or that all that matters is fucking her. He should know her better than that. Her eyes go soft, her smile gentles.

“Yeah. More than a team,” she says, chucks his chin softly “You’re a softie, William Miller.”

“Oh I’ll show you hard, darlin,” he teases, rocking his hips up under her legs over his lap. Her laugh crinkles her eyes at the edges and she lets herself fall back into her seat, pulling her headset on.

Pope asks him how the shoulder is and Frankie gives them their ETA for the next leg of the journey and it’s all normal. It’s all so fucking normal that Will could believe that Pope hadn’t fingered her in the car just minutes ago, that Benny hadn’t licked it off his skin, that Will wasn’t the reason it all fucking started.

Except when she meets his eye she winks at him, catches her lip between her teeth. It's almost coquettish, almost shy and it makes Will think of all kinds of unspeakable things they can try. Yeah they’re not fucking finished by a long shot.

[eggtoasties]

a return

Pairing: Hyuuga Neji/Haruno Sakura

Rating: T

Word Count: 1K

Summary: Expecting fiery blazes or even blue or black flames of the Underworld, he’s met with mint green and a halo of pink around him instead.

AO3

a/n: I love nejisaku and I'll personally fight Kishimoto with my bare hands. Fourth shinobi world, canon divergence, soft loving.

Neji wondered if he were in Hell.

Opening his eyes, he was met with an expanse of black and unable to discern where he was or what direction he was facing. Rising from his lying position, his joints cracked and his muscles strained, constricting against the cold.

"Byakugan," he bit out, willing chakra to his eyes, but he didn't feel the surge of energy to his temple.

Although alone and unarmed, dressed in his usual clothes instead of the jounin uniform he knew he was wearing on the battlefield, he was certain he was the only being on this realm. From the moment he collected his bearings, an inexplicable certainty washed over him.

It must be Hell, he thought. Because if he were in paradise, he would have at the very least expected warmth. At most he would have been reunited with his parents and a crowd of his past clansmen, all greeting him with bare, uncovered foreheads.

But instead, he was alone.

It’ll be okay, he figured. If this was Hell or some purgatory, it was better than being endlessly tortured in fiery pits. Although, he imagined the intention of this particular scape was to drive a person crazy with their own thoughts.

To offset the empty coldness he remembers quiet tea dates in the secluded courtyard on his side of the Hyuuga compound. Knees brushing when tentative fingertips, rough with calluses and riddled with scars, touched over gray porcelain cups filled with fragrant herbal tea while the mild spring breeze scattered petals across their laps. His meticulousness had benefitted him outside battle when carefully crafted rice cakes were complimented with the brightness of a thousand burning suns and for once, he didn’t mind the mess of crumbs they left behind.

He thinks of sweaty spars in the orange of the early rising sun, where purple-blue bruises against his fair skin seemed like kisses and the world felt like just the two of them. The two of them in close range, dancing in and out of reach, teasing the other to make a move while the morning birds bid their greetings before the rest of the village came to life.

Hair brushed so gently, he forgot hands were capable of such softness, bumping shoulders feigned as accidents, the gentlest stitches he had ever received—for the first time since entering this realm, his chest clenches and he feels pinpricks at his eyes.

Heat blooms from the side of his stomach and wraps around his back and he wonders if he's being summoned to the devil.

Expecting fiery blazes or even blue or black flames of the Underworld, he’s met with mint green and a halo of pink around him instead.

In a daze, he lifts a trembling hand with great effort to wipe at the moisture dripping down her chin and down to his face and he whispers, "Angel" as his graduating class hovering around her lets out a collective sigh.

Neji doesn't notice them immediately, too entranced in glistening peridot eyes, framed with grime and dirt, looking at him with a tenderness that hurt.

He hears a quiet sob and turn his head to Hinata at Sakura’s side, clutching on to Akamaru’s fur as Shino and Kiba gently pat and rub her back.

"Hinata-sama," Neji rasps but is interrupted by Kiba’s quiet snicker.

"So this is how you finally come out with your relationship?"

Despite his immediate irritation, all Neji can muster is a blank stare while Shino slaps the back of his teammate’s head.

Amongst Naruto and Ino’s shrieks of indignation at being left in the dark and vehemently stating they knew it all along, Shikamaru and Tenten groan at the theatrics while Lee bursts into tears about young love.

"It was cute," Hinata whispers, brushing loose strands of hair delicately from Neij’s forehead and he flutters his silver eyes closed at the gentle contact.

"It's not like you guys were exactly subtle about it,” Kiba says rubbing his nose, "your scents were always all over each other," he grins wolfishly.

Hinata gently swats at Kiba and everyone laughs, a momentary reprieve from the war.

But in the distance, Madara’s laughter booms and everyone goes rigid, lowering their stances and hovering over weapons.

"Choji, Lee," Sakura commands. "Take Neji to the medical tent in the Southwest quadrant and tell the intake medic he needs to be put in section C."

She places a hand on his cheek, soft but sure and smiles with her lips turned downwards. Naruto, glowing orange with the power of Kurama, places a hand on her shoulder and Neji watches as thin black lines snake down her face and into the high collar of her vest.

Although nearly depleted of chakra, and hardly aware of his own surroundings, Neji feels the overwhelming power surging from the two teammates and finds it difficult to breathe.

Mouth dry, the sides of his lips sting at the sides, and a brilliant heat blooms from the side of his body but he manages to croak out, "Survive," in raspy tones because Neji, if anything, is a realist.

He will not ask her to come back to him so they can fulfill their dreams together or for her to save the world—not that he'd be able to manage that many words at the moment anyways.

As a realist, he grabs her right wrist, where he knows she’s wearing a thin bracelet with a single pearl hanging from the chain and looks up at her, willing his colorless eyes to convey all the emotion he always had trouble articulating.

She smiles, tears having dried away and squeezes his hand before standing. Assessing the battle from the distance, she nods at Naruto. Turning to face Neji one last time as Choji and Lee hoist him with sturdy arms, she cocks her head and he smiles at the fire behind her eyes as he’s taken off the battlefield.

As Neji is quickly maneuvered around debris and bodies, supported on both sides, he feels minute tremors that turn to a violent shaking before hearing the Earth crack with a great roar. He laughs.