#his left arm holding the book...... what is up with the shoulder oh noooo i rlly needed a reference huh

[vanyafresita]

practicing how to draw holm... he is sooooo cute.....

[fear-is-truth]

slow down ── dilf! peter maximoff x f! reader

⟡ NSFW || MINORS DNI 18+

⟡ TAGS: sexual content ・ fem!reader ・dilf!peter ・ unprotected p in v・ english is not my first language so bear with me・not proofread ・word count: 1,831

⟡ SYNOPSIS: domestic life with peter

a/n: i just finished my assignment for criminal law & wrote this fic with the aid of monster energy. kindly ignore the atrocious writing lol

“Hey kiddo! Bedtime!” Peter called down the hallway. He waited, silence.

“You’re not in bed yet! I’m gonna have to tickle ya to sleep if ya don’t get moving!”

Still nothing—except the faint sound of a stifled giggle. Peter’s lips twitched into a smile.

Game on.

He leisurely made his way down the hall, towards the living room, passing Luna’s bedroom door without sparing a glance.

“Huh, that’s weird,” he wondered out loud, playing it up.

“Where’s my kid? I swear I had one, like, five minutes ago.”

Peter exaggerated his search, peeking behind the curtains and glancing under the furniture. More giggles, and he nearly broke character with his own grin. He then made a big show of scratching his head in faux puzzlement.

“Nope, no kid here. Oh well,” he sighed dramatically. “Hmm, could’ve sworn I heard something. Maybe it’s a mouse. Or a cookie thief…”

At that, Luna couldn’t hold it in any longer. She popped out from behind the armchair.

“Noooo! Daddy, I’m here!” she squealed, bursting into laughter. Peter spun around, feigning surprise. “There you are! Thought I’d have to call the FBI or somethin’!”

Squealing with delight, the five-year-old bolted down the hallway as fast as her little legs could carry her. Peter was on her in an instant, zooming past you with a playful wink before scooping her up into his arms, spinning her through the air.

“You’re getting too fast for me, kiddo,” he grunted, as he carried her towards her bedroom, the little girl squirming in his grasp and laughing hysterically.

You leaned against the doorway, amused by the back-and-forth that had become so routine.

“Peter, you’re supposed to be calming her down, not winding her up.”

“I’m working on it,” he called back, depositing his daughter onto her bed and tucking the blanket around her.

“Fine, but when she’s bouncing off the walls at midnight, you’re the one getting up with her.”

Peter shot you a smirk, showing that he knew exactly what he was doing. He reached down and ruffled Luna’s hair, earning another giggle from her,

“Alright, peanut. Let’s make a deal. One more story—only one—Deal?”

Luna’s eyes lit up, and she bounced in her bed. “Deal!”

“Peter,” you reminded him, stepping into the room with a raised eyebrow, “you said ‘one more story’ three stories ago. She’s going to be up all night at this rate.”

Your husband grinned innocently.

“C’mon, what’s one more story? Just gotta make sure she’s really tired.”

He turned toward the bookshelf, fingers dancing over the colorful spines.

“Which one are we reading tonight? Something super long, I bet.”

She giggled, pointing at a well-worn book. “That one, Daddy!”

He picked it up, settling onto the edge of the bed as Luna snuggled under the blankets. “Alright, one loooong story, but then it’s off to dreamland. Yeah?”

•••

After Luna was sound asleep in her bed, and you’ve done your playful striptease, it was time for you to free Peter from his jeans. In the process of removing his belt, your fingers accidentally brushed the strain in his crotch.

“Mghmm… careful there babe.”

He inhaled sharply, and you indulged in the temptation, gently rubbing him through the denim with your left hand while unbuckling his belt and pulling down the zipper with your right.

His body pressed against yours, and you felt the soft push as the back of your legs met the edge of the mattress. With a smirk, Peter wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you effortlessly. You let out a delighted squeal, soft giggles filling the space between kisses as your fingers clung to his shoulders for support. Instinctively, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you to the bed, feeling the heat of his cock press against your abdomen.

“Please, Peter. I want you, so bad.”

And that was all your husband needed to hear. He laid you gently on the mattress before crawling forward, positioning himself to settle between your legs. Breathlessly, you gripped his shoulders and lifted your hips slightly, moving in sync with him as he lined himself up. Peter began to slowly ease himself into you, groaning into your shoulder, warm puffs of his breath tickling your skin.

He paused for a moment for you to adjust, before pushing further until he was fully sheathed inside you. The delicious stretch of your pussy was nothing short of glorious.

“Oh god… Nghmm — Peter,”

You whined, tightening your grip and leaving crescent-shaped marks on his skin as he started moving. He slowed down mid-thrust to mumble against your cheek,

“Love you too baby,”

Peter rested his chin on your shoulder, placing hot kisses along the column of your throat as he moved, He shifted his hips to find a better angle, and you gasped when you felt his tip nudge against your cervix. Your spine arched and your heels dug into his back as he thrust into with such force that your body slid a few inches towards the headboard, the sheets creasing around you.

“A-ahhh— fuck–”

A strained moan tumbled from his lips when he sheathed himself to the hilt. You can tell by the vein popping on Peter’s neck that he wanted to lower his head, but he was fighting every instinct to keep his eyes focused on you, chocolate irises fixated as you both begin to ascend towards the precipice.

The sight of him, biting his lips and brows furrowed in such concentration made the hot coil in your belly tighten. Supporting his weight on one elbow, Peter slipped his other hand down between your legs, and his fingers—those magical fingers started working your clit almost frantically.

“Please— ohmygod, Peter,”

you babbled, clenching your quivering thighs and throwing your head back when he bottomed out once again. His tip was pressed snugly against your cervix, and you swore you could feel him poke into your stomach, but that did nothing but stir your body into overdrive. You heels dug into his backside, anchoring him as the familiar warmth of his come spurted into your womb. Instinctively, the walls of your pussy clamped tightly around his cock, milking him dry.

“C’mon, baby,” Peter mumbled as he leaned down to give you a quick peck on the mouth, “wan’ you to cum for me, yeah? Cum all over my cock.”

The few seconds between you seemed to stretch into eternity before the coil finally snapped, waves of intense, white-hot pleasure alight your bloodstream as your pussy convulsed around his cock. You placed your palms to either side of his face, his eyes trying desperately to find a part of you to focus on.

•••

Moonlight streamed in through the window, bathing a silvery glow over your bedroom as you lay tangled up in each other, legs intertwined beneath the sheets. Peter smirked lazily as he traced a finger along your arm.

“Y’know, I think ‘m finally starting to get the hang of this whole ‘normal life’ thing. Not as fast-paced as I’m used to, but it’s not so bad,”

You laughed softly, nestling your head against his bare chest, feeling the steady rise and fall of his breathing.

“You? Normal life? That’s a stretch.”

“Hey, I can be normal,” he defended with a grin, though the glint in his eyes said he didn’t really mind being anything but. “I did the dishes tonight. That counts, right?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled, letting your hand rest on his chest, feeling the warmth of his skin. “You stuffed them into the dishwasher in like a nanosecond. Doesn’t really count when you’re cheating with super speed.”

Peter chuckled, the sound rumbling deep in his chest. “Alright, alright. But I still nailed bedtime. Got Luna to bed without any major disasters—except maybe that story where I gave the dragon a Brooklyn accent. She seemed into it.”

“She loved it,” you agreed, smiling at the memory of their earlier antics.

“You’re good with her, Peter. You’re her hero.”

“Yeah, well, she’s pretty awesome,” he shifted slightly, turning to look down at you, his silver hair tousled against the pillow.

“She’s got you to thank for that.”

You met his gaze, fingers idly tracing patterns on his chest.

“Pretty sure she gets most of that from you. The attitude, the energy. The ‘never staying still for more than a second’ thing.”

He smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Gotta keep things interesting, right?”

You let out a soft hum of agreement, your lips brushing against his collarbone as you spoke. “Interesting is one way to put it.”

There was a beat of comfortable silence between you, and Peter’s arm wrapped more firmly around your waist, pulling you closer until there was no space between your bodies, just the warmth of his skin against yours. He broke the silence with a quieter, more thoughtful tone. “You ever think about how we got here?”

“Where? In bed?”

“No, seriously,” Peter said, fingers brushing through your hair absentmindedly. “Like, the whole thing. You, me, Luna. I used to think I’d never have something like this. Y’know, slow life, family stuff. Thought I’d always be the guy on the outside, just speedin’ through life.”

You shifted slightly to look up at him, your chin resting on his chest. “What changed?”

He shrugged, his smile softening. “You. You changed everything. Made me realise I didn’t have to run away from it all the time. That maybe I could actually slow down long enough to be a part of something.”

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned up to kiss him softly, the gesture full of the affection you felt for him. He kissed you back with the same tenderness, his hand cupping your face gently as he deepened it, the kiss slow and sweet like molasses. When you finally pulled back, Peter’s thumb brushed across your cheek, eyes locked on yours in that concentrated, yet familiar way. “I don’t say it enough, but I’m lucky to have you. You and Luna. You guys are my world.”

You smiled, warmth spreading through you at the sincerity. “We’re lucky to have you too, Peter. Even if you’re still kind of a goof.”

He grinned, silver hair falling into his eyes as he tilted his head. “Gotta keep you guys on your toes somehow.”

You laughed softly, settling back against his chest, letting the steady rhythm of his heartbeat lull you into a peaceful quiet. His arms wrapped around you protectively, his thumb continuing to brush absentmindedly against your skin. For a while, neither of you spoke, just content to be together. But as you felt your eyes growing heavier, Peter’s voice broke the silence one last time, soft and almost sleepy. “Hey, babe,” he mumbled, pressing a lazy kiss to your temple.

“Thanks for making me slow down.”

You smiled against his chest, “Thanks for sticking around.”

He chuckled, his grip tightening around you. “Wouldn’t be anywhere else.”

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[siriannatan]

Intervention - Grian Xisuma

I just realised how long it has been since I wrote any Hermitcraft piece… Anyways. Here's one :}

Xisuma was minding his business. Looking over his plans for his pyramid and what to do about being the Minister of Idiots. He had to remember to meet up with Stress about that. He also had to reset End Chunks. All normal start of season things. Maybe aside from the 'Minister of Idiots' part.

What also wasn't normal were some of the hermits that settled around the cherry forest mound. Gem in the front with Mumbo and Skizzleman following close behind. "Hello, is there any server issue?" Xisuma asked prepared for some chunk border weirdness or some mobs stuck in caves busting to be needed.

"Grian needs an intervention," Gem announced. "Nothing we do can stop him from fishing. He's going a bit weirder than needed," she explained further.

"I can't ban him from fishing," Xisuma sighed. He heard whispers of Grian's recent obsession with fishing up a mending book.

"We know, but even just getting him to have a nap would be great, I have no idea when I last saw him rest," Skizz sighed, head shaking.

It had to be bad if Grian had to be reminded to sleep. If any hermit who was here for season eight needed such a reminder unless they needed night for something. "I'll see what I can do then," Xisuma nodded. It had to be serious if he was being involved.

So he put aside everything else and took a leisurely walk to Grian's dock. It got some decor since he last saw the place. Nothing like Grian's neighbours were doing though. He was too busy fishing to bother about a proper starter home. With a sigh, he approached the figure perched at the end of the dock. Mumbling menacingly at and about the 'sea'. A rather concerning sight. Xisuma understood why Gem gathered her part to ask for intervention.

He wasn't even trying to be quiet. Most of his suits made it rather hard. But, "Grian?" as he spoke the avian startled so hard he nearly fell into the 'sea'. "Whoa, careful there," Xisuma chuckled nervously as he caught Grian and pulled him up.

"Oh, X... What brings you to my humble dock?" the avian asked squirming in his grasp.

"Some of your neighbours came to me concerned for your well-being, asking for an intervention," Xisuma explained pulling the fishing rod away from Grian. "Meaning I'll be taking you away from fishing until you've properly rested," he decided, keeping Grian in a tight hold even with only one arm as he stashed his fishing rod into a nearby barrel.

"Wha... Noooo. I need to get my mending book," Grian protested, loudly, trashing in Xisuma's hold.

"I'm sorry Grian but as the server admin I have to address the concerns of other hermits and there were several concerns about your well-being raised to me. So I had no choice but to intervene," Xisuma calmly explained as he carried Grian away towards the Neighbourhood. Unbothered by curious looks of passing by hermits. Unlike Grian who gave up on struggling and just hid his face in X's shoulder.

Grian spent whole three days confined to X's base before the admin decided he was well enough to be let out. It was comfy three days of staying in X's bed and resting. And he was a bit sad to leave but left with an invitation to visit when he pleased for more cuddles. To rest better of course. At all not because they enjoy each other's company in that way. If Grian gave X a cheeky kiss before running off back to his base then he did.

[bookshelf-dust]

eddie the grump

eddie munson x gn!reader

word count: 1,063

warnings: swearing, fluffy fluff

a/n: this is the first time i’ve written for eddie!! i’ve been wanting to for a while, and i ended up with this. i hope one of you out there in the void enjoys it. <33

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Oh holy shit. No. Fucking. Way. No way you were putting your book down now. Not after that shit.

Just one more chapter, you thought, flipping to the next page and settling further into the couch. Then I’ll go to bed.

Pulling yourself out of your book for a moment, remembering who’s couch you were on, you lifted your head.

Your eyes landed on your boyfriend, who was sat at the small dining table, supposedly finishing up his next campaign for Hellfire.

But currently, Eddie’s left hand was holding up his head, his right still holding a worn down pencil. His eyes were fluttering, closing for a few seconds every now and then. You could see that he was vehemently fighting sleep, and—spoiler alert—he was losing.

Eddie’s eyes widened and he set his pencil down, moving to rub both hands down his face. He shook his head, bangs swaying with the motion. He was clearly determined to finish this tonight. He sat up straighter, shuffled his papers closer together, started writing again.

Only for the same sequence to occur again. Eddie’s eyes closing on him, his pencil falling limp, his head slipping from his hand and jerking him awake.

After a while, you continued reading, just trying to round out your night, knowing he did this to himself all the time.

Eventually, you shut the book, setting it on the end table beside you. Standing and stretching out your stiff limbs, you glanced at the clock, realizing it was almost two in the morning. And Eddie was completely gone at this point. His arms were crossed on the table, head resting on top of them, face squished against his fingers.

His cheeks were smushed, his lovely little nose along with them. His hair splayed about everywhere, practically covering all of the scribbles on the papers beneath his arms.

You walked over to him, stopping to run your hand up his back. Looking closer, you could see that there was a little figurine under his cheek, one that would most definitely leave an imprint of its sword behind.

Even in this position, he looked so peaceful. He wasn’t worrying, no ensuing wrinkles creasing his forehead, no frown lines around his mouth. He looked so young.

“Eddie…” you started, trying to wake him up and get him in bed. You brought both hands up to his shoulders, rubbing how you knew he liked. “Eddie, baby.” Your hands moved over his arms, up his back again, and he started to stir.

“Uh-uh.” He shook his head, trying to snuggle further into his arms, but the sword poked him in the face and he groaned. Eddie raised his head, picking up the metal elf and setting it away from him.

“Eddie, my love, you need to go to bed. It’s late and you fell asleep.” He pushed to sit up, shaking his head at you.

“No. Gotta fi—” he yawned, “finish this.”

“It’ll be here when you wake up, Ed. Come on.” You wrapped a hand around his forearm, pulling gently. He finally looked up at you, and he was pouting. Full-on, grumping. Furrowed brow, frown, stuck out bottom lip.

“Noooo. I need to finish it.” He yawned again. He could be such a little shit sometimes.

You let go of him. “Edward Munson. Get your ass up. You’re going to bed. Come on.”

Even in his groggy state, he could tell you were serious, and slid around in the chair so his legs were out from under the table. “You’re mean,” he told you, crossing his arms.

“Not mean. You’re bein’ grumpy sleepy Eddie.” He rolled his eyes at you.

“Carry me.”

“What?”

“Carry me to bed.” Was he serious?

“Eddie, I can’t carry you to bed. I might drop you. You’re bigger than me.”

“Am not.” He was. “‘M scrawny. You can do it.” He held his arms out to you.

“Eddie.”

“Pleeeeeeeease? I love you.” He was pouting again. Batting his eyelashes. You couldn’t take those fucking big brown puppy-dog eyes.

“How about a piggyback ride? Would that be okay?” Eddie perked up at the suggestion. It wasn’t like he hadn’t had one before.

Eddie Munson was very affectionate. And sometimes that meant hurling his body at yours, tackling you or throwing his arms around you. Other times jumping on you and hoping you don’t collapse.

“Yeah. That’ll do.”

You turned around so your back was to him, bending slightly at the waist. Behind you, Eddie clumsily pulled himself to stand, gasping when his back cracked, and then leaned over the length of you.

He wrapped his arms around your neck, spreading his legs on either side of you. “C’mon, Munson. Jump on.” He hopped, allowing for you to grab hold of his thighs, and try to hoist him up a little ways.

“Shit!” You laughed, almost dropping him to the floor.

Eddie was indeed quite the gangly boy, but having his entire body on you like this was rather overwhelming.

Eddie’s biceps were around your neck, almost cutting off your air supply, his head resting on top of yours. Your hands held on to his thighs for dear life. “Giddy-up, now darlin.’ Or else I’m going to sleep right here.”

With a roll of your eyes, you began the waddle down the short hallway to his bedroom, boyfriend in tow.

After smacking into his bedroom door, you turned around, heaving him off of you, letting him fall to the bed with an audible “thump.”

Eddie let out a groan.

“See? Knew you could do it. Now come to bed. To bed I said.” He made grabby hands at you. Who were you to deny the grabby hands of one Eddie Munson?

You crossed your arms at him as he lifted the covers and settled underneath them, snuggling up on his pillow. He stared at you, crossing his arms dramatically in mockery of you.

“I’m waiting.” Eddie sat for a moment, contemplating. Then, all at once, he sat up, threw off the blankets, and moved to the side of the bed, propping himself up on his knees in front of you.

He took your hand, bowing, and kissing the back of it. “Thank you for my piggyback ride, M’lady.”

“You’re welcome.” He grinned up at you, eyes filled with sleep, and grabbed you by the waist to pull you back into bed with him.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[anonymouspuzzler]

it's a Beffica and Cromdo post !!! they would hate that I compiled them together <3

as always thanks to @incorrectbugsnaxquotes for the plentiful inspiration!!

(alt text/image IDs under the cut!)

[Image 1 ID: A single-panel comic of Cromdo and Beffica recreating a Sonic the Hedgehog coloring book meme. Cromdo, seen from slightly behind and holding a cup, says "OH GRUMP THIS JUICE IS BANGIN' YO", while Beffica, leaning on a counter and looking smug, replies, "ITS PAINT SQUEEB".]

[Image 2 ID: A three-panel comic of Beffica and Cromdo. In the first, Cromdo is looking grumpy with his arms folded and one hand gesticulating, saying, "Why don't you go start a ruiners club? Oh, wait-- you'd probably just ruin it." Beffica, not looking up from filing her claws, responds, "Well then I'd be doing a good job 'cause it's a ruiner's club." The second panel is a beat as Cromdo visibly registers what she's saying, and in the third, he throws his hands up and screams, "YOU RUINED MY ANALOGY!!" while Beffica smirks smugly at the camera.]

[Image 3 ID: A three-panel comic of Beffica and Cromdo. In the first, Beffica is glaring petulantly with her arms crossed, saying, "I am not out of control! I am a law abiding citizen." In the second, Cromdo is glaring back, gesturing with one pointer finger and saying, "Really? Name one law." to which Beffica, hands on her hips, replies, "Don't kill people." In the last, Cromdo, looking defeated, drags his hand down his face and says, "That's on me. I set the bar too low." while Beffica looks smug.]

[Image 4 ID: Three doodles of Cromdo. In the first, he is walking with a wide stance while swinging his fist in the air, shouting, "EYYY I'M WALKIN HEAH". In the second, he is lying on the ground flailing his arms while being gently kneaded by large realistic hands, shouting "NOOOO I DON'T WANNA BE BREAD NOOOOOOOOO". In the third, his exhausted face and tie have been drawn on a loaf of bread, with text reading, "being bread is fine actually. i don't care anymore."]

[Image 5 ID: Two doodles of Cromdo. The first is a drawing of him from the neck up, looking annoyed and saying, "how dare you presume I'm straight". In the second, he has a smug grin as he walks in extremely high heels, posing with one foot in front of the other and sparkles all around him.]

[Image 6 ID: A drawing of Beffica wearing a button-up shirt under a vest, with the collar popped up and the first few buttons undone, and a loose tie hanging around her shoulders. She is leaning back on her right elbow, gesturing and holding a bottle with her left, legs crossed, and grinning smugly with one eyebrow raised.]

[Image 7 ID: A single-panel comic of Beffica, standing with a to-go coffee cup in one hand and looking smug, speaking into the Journalist's offered microphone and saying, "Wouldn't you like to know, weather grump."]

[Image 8 ID: A single-panel comic of Beffica and the Journalist. Beffica has a shoulder bag on her right side which she is stuffing something into with one hand, looking over her shoulder and gesticulating with her left hand, which is holding a shampoo bottle that blocks the Journalist's face from view. She is grinning smugly and saying, "Shoplifting is a victimless crime. Like punching someone in the dark."]

[Image 9 ID: A three-panel comic of Beffica and the Journalist. In the first, Beffca is looking thoughtful with a finger under her chin and holding up a Polaroid photo in her other hand, which blocks the Journalist's face from view as they lean in a doorway in the background and say, "Beffica, can you keep a secret?" The second panel cuts to Beffica whirling around with a delighted grin, saying, "OMG". In the third, she grins smugly, gesturing dismissively with her right hand and saying, "Not really, but go."]

[iambilliejeanok]

♥️Feel better♥️

Itachi Uchiha takes care of his sick s/o who unfortunately caught a really bad cold during their mission together. Fortunately for her though, Itachi is there to take care of his baby until they get back home and Kisame is more than happy to attend to his close partners need too. (*proceeds to cry in loneliness *)

Warnings: 18+ shit man I had to come back up here and change the entire fluff message because I got horny and now it’s no longer just fluff. I tried my best sorry. There is still a toooon of fluffy lovey dovey content, Kissing, nsfw and dirty smut and slight ddlg That’s all🙂

@sleeepy-zeepy here’s one for us and our undying love for Kisame and @mangekyoitachi there’s enough Itachi for all of us to bus a nut for☺️☺️

Rain poured outside of the hotel you slept in. The hard pitter pattering on the window made you feel very uncomfortable, which was unusual because the rain usually eases your nerves, helping you fall asleep faster. Tonight however, you wouldn’t stop squirming in bed, your body feeling a little cold as you snuggled further into your lover. “Go to sleep baby”, Itachi sleepily mumbled, kissing your forehead and wrapping his arms around you to pull you closer to him. Itachi already turned the heat up in your little hotel room and he made sure to get extra blankets for you tonight, but you still shivered beside him. He lazily pulled your shirt off, your pants coming off too as you tossed under the covers, making the job a little more trickier for him. Smiling, he placed a little peck on your cheek, whispering in your ear to ease you,

“Hey y/n, just lay still, I’ll take care of the rest”, he said, attempting to pull your pant off of your clammy skin.

“Noooo!”, you whined, kicking and shoving him away with your eyes closed, the intense tingly sensation flowing through your body making you feel very agitated.

“We have to get these off of you”, he said, almost forcefully holding you still so he could get this over and done with. Itachi just knew you were coming down with a fever the moment you stepped into the hotel. The pouring rain outside having drenched you, himself as well as Kisame, but they felt fine and you were a little uncomfortable.

After washing you down in a nice hot shower he finally managed to get you in bed, and now he had to take your pajama’s off so you didn’t heat up in the night. He also thought that having your skin pressed against his would help with your shivering and constant tossing.

When he held you tight, that seemed to do the trick, the heat of his body on yours feeling amazing and the skin on skin contact fired up your blood so it traveled through your body in waves of heat. Breathing out into his chest, you had first felt the warmth spreading across both of your feet, the pleasurable heat traveling upwards until you body lay still and you began to drift in and out of a much needed sleep. Eventually you’d fallen asleep, staying tucked right under Itachi’s hold until the bright morning sun shone through the misted window, the heat from the room plus the cold outside having steamed up the window well enough that the sun didn’t feel so harsh penetrating the room you two were cuddled up in.

“Is sleepy head finally awake?”, you heard the soothing deep voice above you ask. With a quick whine you buried your face into his neck, finding a better position while trying to get the covers on top of you, whining a little louder when you failed. Chuckling, Itachi helped cover you up, the vibrations of his chest soothing you back into a deep sleep while his arms wrapped around you under the covers. “There you go”, he whispered, deeply inhaling the natural scent of your skin before slightly dozing off again. You were just so exhausted, the extra sleep you snuck in confirming Itachi’s thoughts that you were definitely getting sick. He didn’t mind sleeping in with you this morning, knowing that some cozy cuddles would help get you through this much quicker and easier. He had already told Kisame that they probably wouldn’t be leaving their room today, seeing that you were a little grumpy when they walked in the hotel last night.

Kisame had woken up in the early hours of the morning, when you and Itachi were still fast asleep, getting a good workout in before he took a shower and sat in his bed to read a book, assuming that there would be a knock on his door if ever you two were ready to go back out.

Itachi couldn’t bring himself to sleep anymore, straining his neck to look over at the time. It read 12:45pm. When was the last time he slept in until noon? Carefully, he unwrapped your warm and sticky self off of him, gently brining the covers back over you before he sat up on the bed, the feel of soft cotton on his bare feet very refreshing as he stretched and yawned. A shower and probably ordering some breakfast would wake you up. Maybe you’d have to skip a shower this morning and just have breakfast.

Slowly, your eyes fluttered open, the bright sun almost blinding you before you quickly covered yourself with the blanket. A big yawn followed by a stretch helped you wake up a little, the bed very warm and so was the room, your foot sticking out the side of the covers to test the temperature. Your throat hurt so much that even yawning was uncomfortable and you just knew that you were sick. The thought of the ongoing mission you’d have to take on today made you whine, the aches in your body bringing tears to your eyes. You could not possibly continue with your mission in this wet and cold weather. The yucky feeling washing over you enough to make you feel nauseas.

Your body automatically jumped out of the bed, making a beeline for the bathroom just in time for you to heave all the contents of your stomach out, which was mostly green tea and rice from the night before.

You couldn’t hear the door open and then shut as you still heaved over the toilet, fighting for a breath of air as your body continued to heave air over the toilet. A slightly cold hand ran down your back, another one flat against your forehead as your body finally allowed you to breathe again. “Not feeling too good today love?”, Itachi stated, wiping the wetness on your mouth with some tissues before flushing everything away. “Come here”, he said, easily scooping you in his arms to carry you to bed. “You’re very warm baby”, he said, your half naked body heating his clothed one up as he held you against him. Snuggling into his shirt, you appreciated the coolness his clothes brought against your skin from being outside the warm room.

A knock sounded at the door, Itachi quickly placing you under the covers to go and answer it. It was probably Kisame. His very close and trusted partner. “Kisame”, Itachi greeted, leaving the door open for him to enter while Itachi walked away to turn down the heat. “It’s way too hot in here Itachi”, the shark man groaned, closing the door behind him. “So she’s sick?” he asked, seeing you tossing a little under the heavy blankets. “Very”, Itachi replied, “I don’t think we should head out until she’s better. It’s just not going to work out until she’s in her right mind again”.

“I figured”, shark man replied, walking over to stand beside your bed. “Hey”, he awkwardly greeted. Noticing the bare skin of your shoulders be thought it be best he left now. At least until you were dressed. As he turned around to leave your warm hand caught his colder one, the coolness never fading away as your clammy hand remained in his large cold one. “Kisame, hey”, you whispered, your breasts now fully exposed from reaching out for his hand. Kisame felt his cheeks warm up at the lovely sight, quickly turning his head away in respect of yours and Itachi’s privacy.

“Uhm…y/n”, Kisame cleared his throat, looking over at Itachi for help, but his friend was too busy working on breakfast in the kitchen. “What’s wrong Kisa?”, came your raspy voice. “Well, your…uhm, your breasts”, Kisame answered, trying to look at everything but the voluptuous mounds on your chest, rubbing the back of his neck with his free hand while the index and middle finger of his other hand were held by your loose and warm grip. “Oh sorry”, you said, letting go of his hand to snuggle further under the blankets. With a friendly huff he took a step back, turning around to walk toward the kitchen and talk to his friend, breathing in deep to ease the nerves you just spiked up.

“Kisame!”, your voice cracking at the end, a little cough escaping at your attempt to raise your voice. Shark man immediately turned on his heels, looking over at you in surprise. He was well aware of how needy and clingy you were, that was your natural personality and he kind of liked that about you. Sometimes your hugs and cheek kisses made him feel a little bit better, having you around was wholesome. He was glad you were with Itachi. The two of you were friends he never thought he’d be able to have. People that he was worried he could actually trust.

“Yes y/n…you okay?”, he asked, fully turning to face you, drowning in the comfort of your bed. Sharp white teeth peaked through his mouth when he saw your hand come out the blankets in search for his. Taking a few steps closer, he finally held your warm hand, his large one completely engulfing your own. The coolness you felt radiate from him was kind of nice and he could say the same about the warmth from your hand.

“You’re very warm y/n”, he said, running his thumb over your wrist, you wondered if he was even aware of what he was doing, smiling up at him when you responded, “Its freezing out there”. A light chuckle left his lips, “Y/n it’s ninety degrees in here , you can’t possibly still be co-”, he began to say, but his words were cut off when you casually sat up in the bed, stretching with your arm out wide before dropping it to the covers. He stood frozen in place, your hand still holding on to his. “Itachi!”, Kisame called, very loud, unable to handle the sight of your bare chest before him, your nipples a little perky from the slight change in temperature between the covers and the air around you.

“Kisame?”, Itachi responded, leaning against the door frame, “What?”, he asked, completely unphased by his half naked girlfriend holding onto his most trusted friend’s hand. Kisame looked a little confused, cocking his head in your direction while maintaining eye contact with him. A bead of sweat fell down the side of his forehead and it was not because the room was warm. “Can you get her a fucking shirt?” , Kisame finally spat out, unable to control the growing erection in his pants. “Sure”, was all Itachi said, grabbing one of his shirts from a bag pack and tossing it over at Kisame. “I have to make sure the soup doesn’t burn”, he said, hurrying to the kitchen, Kisames eyes widening in disbelief as he watched his friend disappear into the other room.

Swallowing he looked over at you and you looked right back at him, letting go of his hand to put both your arms up, your actions further exposing the shape and swell of your breasts. “What?”, Kisame asked, having long given up on not staring at your breasts, your dark and pretty brown areolae sweetly surrounding your brown nipples. Maybe they taste just as good as they loo- “Kisa?”, you called, distracting him from his heated thoughts as his eyes shot right back to yours. “Oh sorry uh, what’s up?”, he stuttered, fighting for his life trying not to stare again. “I’m ready for the shirt”, you said, lifting your arms up again. “Oh…o-okay”, he said a little confused. “Here”, he handed the shirt to you. “Please put it on for me?”, you sweetly asked, looking right into his eyes. How could he possibly say no to you. There was something so gentle about you that made him feel like he was crazy for not thinking of putting it on for you himself and for just a young second he almost understood the relationship between you and Itachi. Why you were so affectionate towards one another. It felt nice to be needed, even if it was in the smallest ways, like putting your shirt on for you.

“There”, he said, standing back so you could pull it down and fix it to your liking. “Thank you”, you yawned, lifting your arms up and making grabby hands. His eyebrows furrowed again, what’s this supposed to mean? “Pick her up”, Itachi said, bringing the breakfast into the room and placing it on the little wooden table not too far from the window. Kisame spun on his feet to look over at Itachi. This was weird. How was Itachi okay with any of this? This was his significant other. His lover. Partner. Literally his world and he was just letting him join it? “Uh, Itachi?”, he asked, now very confused. “I just saw your woman naked and now you want me to pick her up?”, he bluntly stated, unable to hold back the confusion any longer. “I don’t feel comfortable doing that”. Itachi sighed out loud enough, walking towards his friend. “Kisame, I thought we were partners?” Itachi asked.

“Yes we are”, shark man responded.

“And so is Y/N?”, Itachi asked again.

“Yes of course”.

“Then I want you to love and take care of her like you do for me. We’re all partners here and we should all take care of each other and trust one another. It also makes me quite happy that Y/N trusts you enough to ask for your care. That’s not something she takes lightly with just anyone….she’s sick and she needs both of us for a speedy recovery”,Itachi said, turning on his heels and walking away to go get another tray of food.

“Like she’s my girlfriend too?”, Kisame asked, a short huff leaving his mouth, finding the situation so ridiculous that he couldn’t help but be amused, but Itachi’s next words completely threw him off guard.

“Yes. You’re more than welcome to have her as your lover. She has more than enough love to give the both of us”.

“Wha-”

“Kisaaa, pick me up”, you whined, running out of patience as you waited for the two men to finish conversing.

“Go ahead, and come eat breakfast. She’s also really soft…unless you do-”, Itachi said but was cut off by the loud squeal that came of your mouth.

Kisame quickly placed both his large hands under your armpits and lifted you off the bed, your legs immediately wrapping around his bulky waist and your arms wrapping around his neck, a small satisfied smile on your lips as you nuzzled your face into his neck.

Itachi was totally right. You were extremely soft. Your breasts squishing against the muscular expanse of his chest, the warmth radiating from your body covering him like a blanket. The thighs that wrapped tightly around him and the way you snuggled into him made him feel tingly inside. Warm. You actually wanted him?

Obviously this wasn’t the first time Kisame had been with another woman, but it was surely the first time he’d experience affection on this level. The way you hugged him and clung to him like you’d normally do to Itachi made him feel needed, automatically making him wrap his arms around you and hold you closer to him, inhaling the natural scent of your skin.

“She needs to eat”, Itachi said from across the room, sitting down on the cushion closest to the wall. Kisame felt so relaxed as you held onto him, finally understanding why you and Itachi babied one another so much. He felt like he was melting, enjoying this so much that Itachi’s voice nearly startled him.

“Here eat”, Itachi said, bringing up the renge with hot soup to his mouth to blow before bringing it to your mouth. “Baby”, Itachi nudged you, smiling because you were falling asleep as you snuggled into his arm. “Huh?”, you said, your eyes barely open, trying to get yourself together and failing because of how awful you felt. “Come here”, Itachi mused, pulling you to sit in the little space between his legs so he could feed you better.

Kisame smiled at the two of you, his heart warming at the love Itachi was showing you, wondering if he could ever give that or receive that with you while he ate his food too.

After breakfast Itachi cleaned up, giving Kisame a chance to take care of you too. This was the perfect opportunity for the two of you to bond better…on a more emotional sense.

Kisame scooped you up from Itachi’s arms and placed you back in bed, your throat feeling much better from the soup you ate. You probably wouldn’t stay sick for more than two days with how well Itachi took care of you.

As Kisame was about to turn away after tucking you in, he felt your fingers close on his index and middle finger again, making him turn around to look at you. “Stay”, you sleepily said, weakly pulling him closer to you. As much as Kisame like the idea of cuddling with you, it was definitely going to take some time for him to get used to this.

Pulling the covers down, he crawled in to lay beside you, surprised at how quickly you managed to wrap yourself around him, almost laying on him like he was the damn bed. The minute you got comfortable you passed out, your steady breaths on his neck telling him that. With a sigh he pulled the blankets over you, relaxing into the soft mattress as his hands gently ran over your back.

This was nice he thought, his hand accidentally grazing your ass while he caressed you. He didn’t mean to, it’s just that because he was such a giant, you were quite small to him and your waist sat a little further above his waist, making it quite easy for him accidentally bump into your ass when he forgot that you weren’t covering his entire abdomen. Great. There goes the erection again.

He tried to calm himself down, opting to simply wrap one hand around you and place the other under his head, slowly dozing off, lulled by your slumber.

Kisame woke up with a light jolt, totally having let his guard down and succumbed to a slumber he didn’t even remember he enjoyed as much as this. How long was he asleep for? He could smell your scent all over him, realizing that his head was wrapped by your arm , your hand running through his hair while the other lightly scratched his back. If you were trying to kill him he would’ve of considered himself dead a very long time ago because your touch just made him so weak. That’s probably why he slept for so long. “I think he’s awake”, he heard you say, lifting his head up to look at you, his cheeks heating up at the realization that his face was buried right between your breasts. “Oh I’m sorry”, he said, quickly jerking back. “It’s okay”, you chuckled, “Someone was a little more tired than I was”, you chuckled again, your usual character coming back a little. That soup and some rest must of done the trick he thought to himself. “Kisame, glad you could catch up on rest”, Itachi said, right behind you, his hand reaching under the shirt he let you wear and slowly traveling up. He did that so casually, shuffling closer to you and pushing his knee between your thigh, the long and sweet kisses he placed on your neck making Kisame feel rather uncomfortable. Why was Itachi doing this right in front of him.

A feint sigh left your lips at the small roll of Itachi hips against your ass, his hand obviously cupping your breast under the shirt you wore, a tug of your nipple making you softly moan. Itachi continued to kiss your neck, softly sucking as he went along, getting closer and closer to your lips.

Kisame wanted to leave. He would’ve left long time ago if it hadn’t been for the way you held eye contact with him while Itachi fondled you, your hand lightly running along his beefy arm, while the other now intertwined with Itachi’s, gently gripping his arm when Itachi pinched your nipple harder.

Kisame was already rock hard, his erection forming an obvious tent in his pants. What the hell were you doing to him? Fuck y/n.

As Kisame contemplated his next move, Itachi’s hand slipped out from your shirt and reached out for Kisame’s. The shark man swallowed, a little nervous of where this was going. He had to admit to himself that the two of you made him feel very shy. You were just so beautiful, so soft and you smelled so good. He’d never been with a woman this intimately and the fact that his friend was inviting him into the world he was living in made him blush.

“You’re more than welcome to back out at any point”, Itachi said, breaking his mouth away from your skin to speak, leading his hand to your lower tummy. “Do you want to see her breasts?”, Itachi asked, Kisame almost choking on his spit, upset with himself for being so awkward. He’s made a mess of plenty of woman in his lifetime, quite easily, bringing them to a whiny ball of tears each time. He was natural at pleasing women, he actually craved for it sometimes. He craved to feel nails clawing his back and the clear liquid coating his face. He craved the way it smelled and the way it tasted, the sounds they made. He desired all of it but here and now he was worried that he wouldn’t be enough for you. What if he couldn’t please you how you wanted? Even if he asked…you were so gentle in everything you did and he was worried he would be too rough for you. Maybe a little aggressive. The last thing he wanted was to scare you off.

“Kisame it’s okay. Princess, be a good girl and get on your knees so our friend can help you out of your shirt”, Itachi spoke, noticing the hesitance in his friends eyes.

“Yes daddy”, you replied, already in sub space, getting to your knees with both men helping you, also now on their knees. Itachi behind you and Kisame in front of you.

Daddy? Kisame wondered, his dick twitching at how you easily obeyed your lover, the word coming out of your mouth in such a seductive manner, never breaking eye contact with Kisame.

Lifting up your hands, Kisame lifted up your shirt too, gulping at the wonderful sight of your breasts once again, before looking back up at your beautiful face. Itachi’s hands traced down your sides, gently cupping each mound and squeezing them, making Kisame swallow some more.

“My Princess is quite sensitive”, Itachi spoke, lightly pinching your nipple, Kisame witnessing the way your lips parted and your back arched a little, Itachi pulling you a little closer to him, he’s knees on either side of you as he dove in to kiss your neck, pulling out more soft whines and whimpers, Kisame nearly panting at how your body reacted, squirming in Itachi’s hold as he sucked and bit at your skin, leaving a trail of red marks behind. The sounds you made would even bring a man like him to his knees, your back arching and your hands clawing at Itachi’s hands as he got rougher, kneading your breasts and pinching your nipples, causing you to whine out in frustration, your hips grinding the air for relief, your eyes barely managing to stay opened as you kept contact with Kisame.

“Would you like to try?”, Itachi asked, looking at Kisame with a hopeful look, watching him desperately nod.

Itachi smiled, “ Princess”, he called, “Yes daddy?”, you answered,

“Do you want Kisame to touch you too?”.

“Yes daddy”, you moaned, enjoying the way he still pinch and pulled at your sensitive nips.

A loud smack sounded, followed by a sharp gasp, Itachi having slapped your breast quite hard. “Whatever happened to your manners sweetie?”, he asked, lightly smacking the same breast again, Kisame deeply appreciating the way it bounced at the impact. Your hips jerked forward in hot want.

“I’m sorry daddy”, you apologized, your voice a little whiny. Such a good girl, Kisame thought, his heart beating like drum at how easily Itachi handled you, excited with how well you reacted. Was he allowed to spank you too? Was he allowed to punish you? To deny you? Make you beg and cry? No. It was all too soon he thought. He would definitely scare you away. Little does he know…

“Try that again”, Itachi spoke, his voice deeper than usual.

“Kisaaa”, you called, the way you said his name convincing enough, that it already sounded like you were begging. “Please will you touch me too”, you asked, and that was enough for him.

A soft sigh left your lips when his cool hands made contact with your hot skin, gently kneading them before squeezing, his eyes only breaking away from yours to watch how your breasts filled his palms, loving the weight of them in his hands.

“Don’t be afraid to play with her. She’s a very good girl”, Itachi spoke, taking your mouth into his in a searing hot kiss, tracing his tongue along your lips, pulling it back into his mouth when you tried to latch onto it, making you whine out in frustration. Kisame decided to test the waters, pinching your nipples between his thick fingers. Lightly jolting at the sudden pain you moaned, the smell of your arousal now clouding Kisames head, bringing out the inner shark in him. He didn’t want to be rough with you, but he didn’t know how else to be. He figured he’d just embrace who he really was like you always told him to, hungrily latching onto your nipple, immediately sucking and nipping, his sharp teeth introducing a sensation totally different from Itachi’s. It was way more intense and stung much more too, the pain drenching your black, cotton undies with your want. Itachi swallowed all your moans, holding your hips down toward him so you’d stop squirming and Kisame could enjoy himself in peace.

“Baby, does that feel good?”, Itachi asked, only centimeters away from your lips, your eyes lazily looking into his red ones.

“Yes, so good”, you breathed, your seductive voice forcing a low growl from Kisame, causing your hips to jerk forward too, Itachi immediately slamming them back to him.

He found your lips again, finally allowing you to suck on his tongue, your teeth accidentally grazing it as you tried to take the delicious pain Kisame inflicted on your breasts.

When Itachi noticed you were parting from him his hand came up to bury itself in your hair, now tongue fucking your pretty mouth, enjoying the way you sucked on it.

Kisame was far gone in the taste of your skin, your back perfectly arching for him and your nipples now extremely sensitive from having undergone his constant attention to each one. You yearned for more, the fire inside of you only burning Kisame, your squirming slightly nerving him. But you weren’t able to voice your need for more since your tongue was now Itachi’s treat and Kisame didn’t halt from his attack on your nipples, your soft moaning only music to their ears.

Tracing a straight line down to your heat, pressing his long index finger against your clothes folds, adding light pressure spot you needed it the most.

Itachi broke the kiss, oh how you loved kissing him. Sometimes all you wanted to do was kiss him. And the two of you would kiss for hours, tasting each other’s mouths and feeling each other’s bodies.

“Please!”, you whined, trying to grind you hips against Kisame’s finger but Itachi stopped you, making you whine louder.

He needed you to come hard. At least three times so you could sleep the night away. And he wouldn’t be mean tonight because you weren’t feeling well and with an additional man pleasuring you, he really didn’t not want to overwhelm you.

“Here baby, let me help you”, came Kisame’s voice, your nipples finally getting a break from his delicious torture. Something about Kisame calling you baby made your heart sour. “Okay Kisa”, you moaned, letting him slide your panties off of you, adjusting yourself so you could help him get rid of them.

Once they were off, your legs lay on either side of him, draped over his thighs, Itachi having placed a pillow under your lower back to get you to cum faster. The easier you came the more often you came and the more often you came the better rest you got. Well that was just one of his plans for tonight.

Kisame immediately understood the assignment, waiting for Itachi to help you into a more relaxed position before they could start lovingly breaking you.

You lay on your back, on top of Itachi, who fondled your breasts and enjoyed your mouth, your thighs on either of Kisame’s, your soaking heat bare and ready for Kisame to enjoy.

Kisame smiled at your squirming, placing a hand on your hip to keep you in place.

“Don’t worry sweet thing” Kisame said, his free hand rubbing your thigh. “I’m going to take good care of you, but I need you to be patient okay”, he added, placing both his hands under each of your thighs, lifting them up onto his broad shoulders. “I want to take my time, so I can savor you”, his warm breath now on your inner thighs. “So just relax and let me taste you. I promise you’ll come as soon as I’m satisfied”, he finished, his mouth now centimeters from your core, the smell so heavenly. It was your smell and he was obsessed.

Whimpering you couldn’t help but buck forward, desperate for the ache in your core to be relieved. “Ahhhhhh”, you moaned out in surprise and pleasure at the feel of something very warm and roughly textured drag between your folds. Kisame slowly dragged his tongue up and down your folds, the rough texture adding a new sensation that made your back arch. You felt him spread your lips wide open, already whimpering in delight at how he would pull your little clit in his mouth and suck on it until you came all over his face, but to your disappointment he continued to slowly drag his tongue up and down, only passing over your clitoris with slightly added pressure before dragging it back down and sinking it in your heat. “Ahhhhhh! Fuck!”, you cried out. You certainly did not want to cum like this. You did not want to cum like this.

Itachi kisses you once again, exploring your mouth, biting your lip and caressing you, while Kisame’s wonderful tongue worked you terribly closer to your orgasm, his rough tongue dragging up to your clitoris and back down to fuck your tight hole. Clearly he wasn’t joking about savoring you and you did not like that one bit.

Itachi could sense that you were about to cum, your moans turning into desperate whimpers as you struggled to kiss him back. You wanted to push him away from you so you could concentrate on not cumming, but he kept on pushing your hands back down. Out of frustration you ran hands through Kisame’s hair, gripping it so you could angle your hips so he’d finally focus on your clit, but he was very strong and you were sick and on the verge of an orgasm so it didn’t really work out.

Itachi finally broke the kiss, his eyebrows furrowing, analyzing your current frustration. You were going to cum so there was no reason for you to be this whiny.

“Princess, just relax and let Kisame take of care of you. Stop fighting him” , he softly spoke into your ear, but his words only flew out the other as you grip the sheets as hard as you can, shitting your eyes tight to try and not cum.

Kisame could sense your resistance. “What’s the matter y/n? I told you to be patient” he said, stopping all his motions to look up at you. Tears filled your eyes, your body still squirming as both men simply watched you, patiently waiting for you to respond.

“Well?”, Itachi said, placing soft kisses all over your face. “Answer him”.

You absolutely did not know what to say because nothing that you could’ve possibly said right now would make sense as to why you were fussing so much.

Kisame’s stare was so cold, and you just knew he wouldn’t give in to any begging, so you redirected your attention towards Itachi, who looked at you a little more lovingly.

“I want him to suck on my clit”, you said, embarrassed to be asking for such. Kisame heard you, interested in what Itachi’s response would be.

“Ask him to do that”, he simply said, running his thumb along your swollen lip.

Sighing in defeat you looked down at the man between your legs.

“Kisame…”, you said, feeling a little nervous with having someone you weren’t emotionally connected with pleasuring you.

“Yes, talk to me”, he said, his hand lightly rubbing the thigh that sat on his shoulder.

“Please…uhm, can you suck on my clit a little more?”, you finally asked, biting your lip at the devilish look he gave you.

“I’m still savoring you. You taste very sweet and I’d like to enjoy you for as long as I can before you start kicking and screaming at me”, he said, pushing your other thigh off of his shoulder and closer to your chest.

He smiled at your whining. “If you keep on whining I won’t let you cum…you’d like to cum won’t you?”, he asked.

“Yes pleaaasee”, you whined, a tear falling down your cheek.

“Okay then will you sit still and let me eat you out?”

“Yes Kisa”, you said, taking in a deep breath.

Itachi cupped your cheek, his dick painfully hard at the sight of Kisame between your legs, making you squirm like this.

“Good girl”, he said, coming down to softly kiss you, Kisame spreading your lips apart once again.

This time he started lazily circling your throbbing clit with his tongue, enjoying the way you arched your back, unable to buck your hips up with the new position.

When he felt you getting too excited he stopped, opting to tongue fuck you, the strong muscle stretching you out enough to make you cum, the minute he sensed you getting closer he stopped again.

Itachi swallowed your loud whine, running this thumb along your cheek.

Kisame remembered that you weren’t feeling well and if you were any other woman he wouldn’t care, he’d still break you like this, edging you to tears, but because it was you, he felt a little sympathetic, finally latching onto your clit and roughly sucking.

Your back arched off the bed, Itachi still holding you down and forcing his tongue into your mouth, hushing the harsh screams you let out as you suddenly came, the liquid that built up inside of you squirting out, Kisame happily lapping it all up, overstimulating you while at it.

The restrictions the two men had on your body drove you to tears, the pleasure exploding inside of you from having no where to go but through you. You were forced to take the pleasure, shaking like a leaf by the time your squirting subsided.

Itachi broke the kiss, admiring your beautiful orgasmic face trying to breath through the overstimulation. “Okay okay, I’ve got you, just breathe”, he whispered into your ear before looking down at Kisame who was still softly sucking on your nub, careful not to bring his rough tendencies out.

“Go ahead, she can handle another one”, he said, Kisame nodding in approval, rubbing your sensitive bundle of nerves with his middle finger before slowly sinking it into you, the thickness of his single finger stretching you out so well.

“Oh f-fuck!”, you cried out, your words barely forming at the pressure Kisame placed on your gspot, revealing his sharp teeth in a satisfied smile, before roughly fingering you, your poor cunt immediately gushing more, spraying all over Kisame’s beefy arm.

“Ahhh there you go. Yes good girl”, he growled, latching on to your clit again to roughly suck on it, while Itachi held you still, almost smiling at how you struggled, enjoying the pleasure your teammate gave you.

After you’d cum for the fourth time Kisame decided you needed a little break, spreading both your thighs apart and licking the juice that spilled onto your thighs, his sharp teeth leaving little bruises behind as he nipped and sucked, your body shivering and your soft moans filling the room as you slowly calmed.

Itachi cradled your up half in his arms, hushing you with kisses, cuddles and praises, gently wiping your tears away.

“You’re such a good girl, you look so beautiful with Kisame between your legs”, he whispered, wiping the sweat on your forehead off with his hands before planting a kiss there.

“Would you like another one princess?”, Itachi genuinely asked, his heart melting at the shaky “no thanks” you let out. Even through your orgasm you still remembered your manners.

As much as their dicks painfully throbbed in their pants there would be no pleasure for them tonight, yours being the priority.

“I’ll go get a towel”.

Kisame stood up and walked towards the bathroom, returning with a warm damp towel, slowly cleaning you up but his touch was not as gentle as Itachi’s, dragging the towel over your sensitive clit like you had no feelings, your hands coming up to block him but he simply held them, quickly wiping you squeaky clean before heading to the bathroom to clean himself up.

“I need you please”, you whispered to Itachi, “inside me”.

“Baby, you need to rest”

“No…please, please I really want you on top of me”, you begged, bring up your hand to cup his cheek, his eyes still slowly spinning, having recorded the entire session, capturing your vulnerable expressions.

How could he possibly say no to you, his good little princess.

“Here baby”, he said, placing you flat on the bed before coming up to stand, stripping right in front of you.

You reached your arms out for him, your hands rubbing his back he hovered above you, brining his fingers to slowly rub your clit, instantly regretting your decision to let these men get off too. You just hated for them to not have a good time too, even though they both were happy with just rubbing it out in the bathroom.

“Please slowly”, you said, wrapping your legs around his torso as he lined himself with your wet entrance.

“Anything for you love”, he said, pushing himself all the way into you with one, unexpected thrust, causing you to scream, the stretch and fullness steadily overwhelming you, making you whimper, your back arching in pleasure.

“Not too hard please daddy”, you begged, Itachi bringing your hands up above your head, pinning them down with one hand while the other held onto your hip for grip. His eyes rolled to the back of his head, your tight pussy squeezing him so deliciously.

“Don’t worry baby, I’ll take it care of you, just relax”, he responded, tugging you a little closer so he could get a better angle. “Ahhh! f-fuuuuck”, you screamed, the first thrust hard enough to crumble you. Now why tf did you suggest this. Now you had to hold out until the end.( gotta see it through my boi)

“Ah babyyy, you feel so good”, he said, thrusting into you again, getting into a steady slow rhythm, making you bury your head into his shoulder and biting.

He filled you so much and you wondered how you always forgot how he felt inside of you the moment he left you, his slow thrusts deep enough to stimulate your A spot (the part at the back of your vjj that people think is the cervix) and you just knew you wouldn’t last long.

His black hair dangled above you, his warm breath all over face as he spoke to you, telling you all the things he admired about you, that he would take care of you until he died, expressing how much he loves you with his heavy deep thrusts that drove you to insanity and with the sweet words from his heart. Words that you could still clearly hear even though your thighs shook and you began whimpering, you could still hear every word he spoke to you, your heart exploding with all the love you have for him, tears running down the sides of your face as you came, the feeling so intense with Itachi still making love to you.

“OoooOh m-my gosh b-b-baby, I c-can’t”, you cried, stuttering “I love you’s” to him as he chased his own orgasm, your orgasm milking him so well that he knew he would cum soon and he wondered if you could cum again.

Picking up the pace he let go of your hands, bringing one to your face while the other started rubbing your nub.

Throwing your head forward you shut your eyes tight, mouth wide open and your hands death gripping the sheets as the pleasure grew overwhelming, another orgasm threatening to crash into you so hard.

“Fuck yes! You’re so close baby, I’m so close. Ah shit! I’m going to cum baby, will you cum with me? God come with me my good little princess! I love you so much”, he moaned, chocking on his words as his thrusts grew sloppier, moaning your name as he unloaded deep inside of you. The feeling of his seed being released inside of you sending you over the edge, your eyes rolling back as your vision clouded.

Opening your eyes the entire room was dark, only the dim light of the moon coming through the window.

Your hand was resting under your chin, your body huddled very close to someone, another man pressing against your back, the feint breathing of the two men reminding you of the night you shared. With a smile on your face you turned over, trying to not wake up the two handsome men pressing on either side of you, bringing Kisame’s hand to wrap his arm around you as you softly called at Itachi.

“Itachi…Itachi, wake up”, you whispered, his head instantly jolting off of the pillow to feel for you in the dark. “Yes love, what’s wrong?”, he sleepily said, wrapping his arm around your back to pull you closer to him, the warmth you shared with the two men absolutely delicious. If you could choose you’d lay here forever, with the two men who made you feel safe and sound, happy, loved and taken care of. You mostly felt overwhelmed with love for the two of them, because even though you weren’t romantically involved with Kisame before this night, he still stood beside you like a true partner in everything.

Your felt a hand silent rub your ass, squeezing it hard enough that you let out a small gasp, wondering what Kisame was up to. “You’re all awake?”, came his deep voice, his hand pushing between your thighs to cut your naked pussy. “Uh! Kisame”, you moaned, “I just got up”.

“And You’re surprisingly wet?”, Kisame teased, placing softer kiss on your shoulder. “Why”, he asked, now running his fingers between your folds, l your juices lubricating each one so he could gently rub your clitoris.

“Oohhhhhh!”, you moaned, His fingers pushing into your tight walls, sinking in deep until he felt that spot that made you cry out in pleasure. He started slowly rubbing it, nothing compared to how rough he was early on, quickly bringing you so close to orgasm, your hand intertwined with Itachi’s , while he softly breathed, aware of what was going on but still tired.

Before you were able to cum Kisame stopped, and before you complained about it you felt his incredible size enter you, the sudden intrusion making you scream. You were so tight but he slowly kept pushing into you, spreading your ass nice a wide for him to go a little deeper.

As soon as you felt him touch your cervix your body couldn’t handle it anymore and Kisame could sense that. He was very cold a sensing these things. His fingers started circling your clit, giving you time to adjust to his size, but you already broke down, a wonderful orgasm crashing into you in intense bursts, your soft screaming having long woken Itachi up, his mouth latching into the nipple that Kisame’ was not tugging on, softly sucking on it, enjoying the softness in his mouth.

Kisame started moving, his slow thrusts very intense, leaving you screaming and whimpering with every thrust until he came hard, deep inside of you, biting your neck during his release.

You were so exhausted, your orgasms so intense having to manage his size but he didn’t pull out of you, lifting your leg up so he could get a better angle.

The new angle was absolutely sinister, making you cry, Itachi whispering sweet nothing’s in your ears to help you through it. He was going so deep, and so hard, his fingers on your clit keeping you on orgasm mode.

Having to take it easy on you and also trying to pleasure himself was a bit of a challenge for him, he need more, he needed to fuck you faster, his hips brutally picking up the pace, intensifying your orgasm and making you squirt, making a mess on everyone and the sheets.

Even after he came for the second time your cries couldn’t subside, your body still squirming as this orgasm lasted much longer.

The only thing Itachi could do was hold you tight, rubbing your back as you quivered on top of him, Kisame gently wiping the two of you clean, placing towels on the wet spots of the bed for you all to lay down on.

In the morning you felt rather refreshed, your congestion having cleared up and your throat completely healed.

Itachi and Kisame were lay on either side of you, lazily stroking you as they woke from their sleep, the sunlight filling the room once again.

You were sound asleep, too cozy to try and wake up. All you wanted to do today was lay in bed with your two partners, their arms wrapped around you like heaven.

[loveelle]

Only as Friends

Alive!Luke Patterson x reader AU

Request from Anon: Can we get maybe a rich/playboy Luke Patterson x reader were he is best friends with Carrie and can basically get any girl he wants and sets his sights on Julie’s equally rich, feisty and incredibly confident BFF who wants nothing to do with him? Even though she finds him incredibly attractive?

A/N: There’s no need for this to be so long. I literally just- *face palms* Let me know what you thought my dear anon because I went totally off script I think?

WC: 7.1K (I literally love long fics, I’m not sorry anymore)

MASTER

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Luke’s eyes traveled down the body of the girl in front of him as he smirked. “So, what are you doing this weekend?” he asked, leaning in slightly and catching the girl’s gaze on his lips before they flickered up and she shrugged.

“I’ve got no plans.” She smiled sweetly and fluttered her lashes.

“Perfect.” Luke brushed a hand over a fallen curl in front of her face as he spoke. “I was thinking maybe we could-“

“Nope!” His words were cut off as Carrie round the corner, grabbing his hand and pulling him away from the girl.

Luke threw a smile and wink at the girl before he faced front and let Carrie lead him down the hall. “I was talking to her.”

“Oh yeah?” Carrie quirked a brow and threw a glance back to the girl who was staring after Luke. “What’s her name?”

Luke thought for a second, his brows pinched together before he wore a confident smirk. “Sarah.”

“Stephanie.” She deadpanned.

“Well… I got the first letter right.” Luke threw his arm over Carrie’s shoulder and he’s already forgotten about the girl.

“Yeah, congrats.” Carrie patted his back and they walked to homeroom. “Seriously though, do you have to flirt with every girl you find in the hall?”

“What, like you don’t?” she rolled her eyes, choosing to ignore her best friend and turn to the few members of her band. Luke sneered at her playfully behind her back, earning a few giggles from the girls but he didn’t pay attention to them. His focus had shifted entirely when your laugh rang through his ears, pulling his eyes up to the door where you walked in with Julie Molina on your arm and smiles on your faces. From here, Luke couldn’t tell what your conversation was about, but he could tell that you were beautiful beyond belief and he was struck.

He licked his lip impatiently, watching you drop your bag on a desk not far from him as he shifted in his seat to tap Carrie’s shoulder. “What?” Carrie’s whisper was sharp as she glared incredulously at him and his eyes which were still glued to you.

“Who’s that?” He nodded in your direction.

With a huff, Carrie glanced over and shrugged. “Julie?”

Luke rolled his eyes. “I know who Julie is, Care. I’m talking about the girl next to her.”

Carrie did another look before humming as she understood. “Oh, that’s Y/N. She’s Julie’s best friend. Used to live here, but her dad had to move for work a few years ago and her mom and her moved back, maybe a week ago, because her parents divorced.”

Leave it to Carrie to know all the gossip in others’ lives. “Y/N.” Luke whispered, letting your name roll off his tongue and he decided he liked it.

Carrie narrowed her eyes, watching her best friend before she shook her head. “No, that’s not happening.” It was Luke’s turn to be confused. “You and Y/N. Believe me, Luke, Y/N isn’t going to be one of your hookups.”

He groaned, letting his head fall back and unknowingly catch the attention of you across the room.

“J, who’s that?” you mumbled to your best friend, ripping your eyes from the brown-haired boy who wasn’t wearing sleeves. You got no answer when you saw she already had her nose buried in her songbook. You grabbed her arm and shook her. “Julie!”

“Oh, sorry.” She sighed out and glanced back to where you were looking again. “Luke Patterson.”

You nodded your head and gave him a once-over. You were still learning your way around the school, so you weren’t surprised you missed him, but you were surprised that you missed someone so handsome.

“Is that all you’re going to say?” you raised a brow before something clicked in your brain. “Wait, do you mean Luke ‘I-think-I-am-in-love-with-him’ Patterson?” Julie winced at the mention of her former infatuation with the boy.

“Yes, that would be him.” She grumbled and slowly closed her book. “But that was before that whole playboy act he’s got goin’ on.”

Pulling your eyes off him, you scrunched your face. “Playboy?”

Julie nodded before her face turned stoic. “Please don’t tell me that he just got hotter in your mind.”

“Whaaaat? Noooo.” You rolled your eyes playfully and Julie let out a laugh that you had to match, clinging on to each other. “I’m serious!” your chuckles subsided. “I’m not into the flirt with everyone act.”

“Hello, Ladies.” Your conversation was diverted by the sudden appearance of none other than the boy himself. You were slightly worried he heard you, but you didn’t care.

“What do you want, Luke?” Julie asked and you hid a laugh at how fake her smile was.

At the sound once again, Luke found himself smiling. “Not much, Molina. I just wanted to get to meet your friend here. Y/N, is it?” Your brow raised as you nodded, not doing much to stop your eyes from flickering down his body. Something Luke noticed. “I’m Luke. I’m in a band, maybe you’ve heard of us? Sunset Curve. Maybe I could play for you sometime. I play guitar and I’m the lead singer.”

Oh wow, just to add to his act, he’s in a band? Shocker.

“That’s great.” You told him, watching his smirk deepen before you could hold back a guffaw. “And I really don’t care.”

Luke’s frown was sudden, and Julie couldn’t help but laugh so loud, attracting the attention of most of the class. Your amusement at her actions didn’t go unnoticed by Luke who was scanning your face to see if you were messing with him. He slunk away in defeat when you weren’t paying attention and sunk himself into his chair, his legs going up to rest on the table and his arms crossing in a pout.

“How’d it go?” Carrie asked pointlessly and only received an incoherent mumble from Luke. “That well then? Huh. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe she will fall for your act.” Sarcasm dripped from her voice as Luke nudged her shoulder, getting her to finally give in. “Face it, Luke. Y/N’s not the kind of girl who’s going to throw herself at you. Believe me, I’ve tried. She’s better than that. Besides, her dad has so much money he could probably buy her a boyfriend.”

“More money than me or you?”

“No, of course not.” Carrie huffed out in annoyance before she took a deep breath. It wasn’t often that Luke met someone that made Carrie jealous, the last time it happened was when Julie got back into music after her mother’s death, coming back stronger than ever. “If you want to waste your time trying to win over Y/N, be my guest. But until then, keep your feet off the desk.” She pushed Luke’s feet and they landed with a thud on the floor. His pout deepened and he scooted forward to rest on his elbows, directing his pout your way as you talked to Julie and now Flynn who had joined after he left.

“Hey, Y/N?” Flynn sat at the desk in front of Julie and you as she looked over your shoulders. You hummed, prompting her to continue. “Why is Luke Patterson giving you puppy dog eyes behind you?”

Julie immediately choked in laughter as you push her shoulder, but neither of you turned around to look at him. “It really doesn’t matter.” You said before diverting your attention to pulling out your books.

Once you weren’t looking, Flynn turned to Julie with awaiting eyes. “Luke came over and tried to hit on Y/N and she just blew him off.”

“Oh my god, Julie!” your groan caused the two girls to laugh and you to shake your head. “I don’t- I just didn’t- I’m into those types of guys, okay?” The girls looked at you like you were insane, and you pressed your lips together to hold back your annoyance. “I hate you both.” You grumbled and Julie threw her arm over your shoulder and pulled your slumping frame into her embrace.

“And we love you too.” Flynn mocked your attitude despite the quirk of her lips and Julie squeezed you before letting you go. They started into their conversation as you sat back and listened, only managing your attention away when your phone buzzed. It was your mom telling you she had to stay late at work today, hopefully getting home before you were asleep.

Shoving your phone into your pocket, you bit your lip. “What are you guys doing after school today? Wanna hang out?”

When they both gave you sad looks, you knew their answers already. “I can’t.” Julie spoke first. “After I snuck out yesterday to hang out, my Tia tried to convince my dad to ground me until graduation.”

You grimaced. “Your Tia is scary when she wants to be.”

“Yeah, don’t worry. I managed to walk away with only a few days.”

“Huh, go Mr. Molina.” You shrugged and turned to Flynn. “Flynn? My beautiful, kind, and hopefully free best friend?”

“I can’t go either. I’ve got a math test tomorrow, but thanks for the compliments.” You crossed your arms as you leaned back in your chair.

“Fine, I don’t need you two to have fun. It’s LA, I’ll go and relive our childhood. Alone.” It was Julie and Flynn’s turn to roll their eyes at your dramatic act before the teacher decided to get homeroom started and your conversation broke.

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You’d been walking and shopping for a few hours before you ended at the beach, basking in the feeling of the ocean air on your skin as you juggled the few bags of things you’ve bought. Your hands were starting to get tired as you tried to switch a certain bag between them, but only managing to drop it and knock its contents onto the concrete below you.

“Crap.” You whispered out and tried to pick it up, but with the other bags in your hands, it wasn’t working as well as you hoped.

“Let me help.” You heard as someone kneeled next to you and nicely put the few fallen things back into the bag with you.

You sighed out of relief. “Thank you so much, I didn’t know that would be so hard.” Your sentence was almost cut short when you looked up at saw that your savior was Luke Patterson. He was smiling widely at you as you both stood up and you adjusted your grip quickly before you found a comfy hold.

“It was no problem.” Luke shrugged, not dropping the look off his face. If he wasn’t so attractive, you would’ve looked away by now.

“Right, well thank you again. I’m gonna get going.” You started to turn around and barely walked a few paces before Luke rushed in front of you and kept you from leaving.

“You know, since you’re here, and I’m here, and there’s an ice cream place right over there,” he pointed behind him to where you could see the ice cream shop’s colored sign not far away, “maybe you’d want to stop and get some?”

You bit your tongue, turning away from him momentarily before you couldn’t help the small smile escaping. “Fine.” You said, seeing Luke celebrate quietly. “But only because Ice Cream sounds really good right now.” Luke nodded and before he got another idea in his head, you had an addition. “And only as friends.”

“Only as friends.” He agreed before reaching for reaching you’re a couple of your bags. You gave him a confused look and he sighed. “As much as I would love to watch you struggle with carrying those, let me help?”

You relented, handing him a few bags that were slightly heavier than the others before you walked the way to the shop in silence, well aware of the looks Luke was giving you. You opened the door of the shop, or at least you tried to before Luke beat you to it, holding it open for you to enter. You thanked him before walking inside and dumping your things at the nearest free table.

“What kind would you like?” Luke asked you, glancing at the flavors and you joined him, checking that they had your favorite before asking the worker for a cone of it. Luke did as well and before you move to pay for your cone, as well Luke’s as a thank you for helping you, you got another text message from your mother. It was her telling you that she wasn’t even going to be home tonight because she was spending it at a “friend’s” house.

You scoffed at her message, quickly texting back a short response before shoving your phone back in your pocket in time for Luke to hand you your cone. You were about to reach for your wallet before he stopped you. “I paid for the both of us while you were distracted.”

You raised a brow at him. “You didn’t have to do that.”

He shrugged, not even bothering to argue with you on that thought before he moved to the table you claimed, and you weren’t far behind him. “So, who texted you?” Luke asked between licks of his ice cream. “Your boyfriend?”

You laughed at his not-so-subtle inquiry and nodded. “Yeah, he was wondering what time I was getting to his place tonight and if I’d bring the largest box of condoms I can find.”

Luke paused slowly, his eyes flickering from his ice cream to your face before he narrowed his eyes. “You don’t have a boyfriend.”

You smirked and took a lick of your own ice cream. “Maybe I do, maybe I don’t.”

There was a small silence between the two of you as you focused on your ice cream, noticing Luke do the same before he started drumming his fingers against the table in a way you knew something was getting at him. “Do you have a boyfriend?” His voice sounded different than it did earlier, almost softer.

Your eyes met his, and you shook your head. Luke looked relieved for a moment before he was back to the attractive grin that he’s worn all day. “I don’t, but thanks for actually asking and not trying to be smooth about it because that definitely was not.”

“Yeah, yeah. You’re the one who lied about having a boyfriend.” He pointed his dessert at you, and you laughed quietly, putting your hands up in admittance. Luke smiled at your laugh before he collected himself again.

The conversation between the two of you was small as you both talked a little about your hobbies and friends, but neither of you could deny you had fun talking.

“So, what were you doing here?” you asked and gestured to the beach. “I didn’t peg you for a beach guy.”

“Hell yeah, I am.” Luke said enthusiastically, and you raised your brows in surprise. He laughed at your shocked face that you tried to hide by eating your ice cream. “Nah, my uh, my band and I usually play down on the pier, that’s what we were doing before you showed up.”

You nodded as you listened to his story before furrowing your brows. “Wait a minute, did you leave your band to have ice cream with me?”

Luke froze momentarily and looked at you sheepishly. “What would you say, if I said yes?”

“Did you leave your band to have ice cream with me?”

“No, I left my band to help you pick up your bag.”

“Luke!”

“You’re better company!” He defended and you let out a scoff mixed with a laugh. “Look, it’s fine, they wanted to take a break anyways.”

“So, you just left them to what? Try and flirt with me?”

“No.” he said but you didn’t believe him, and he knew it. “Maybe?”

You finished up eating, reaching into your wallet, and pulling out a few dollars for your ice cream. “Thank you for helping me and for eating with me, but I’m really not interested in a hook-up, okay? I don’t do playboys.”

You stood up, slipping the bags on your arms and pushing the money across the table to him. Luke’s brows furrowed as he jumped up to stop you. “P-Playboy? That’s not me, Y/N.”

“Really?” He nodded. “So, you don’t flirt with every girl you come upon because you want her?”

“No.” He couldn’t hold your eye contact until you were silent, and he had to look back at you. “Look! I’m not a playboy.”

“I’m not interested, okay?” Luke didn’t bother protesting as you walked past him this time, barely sparing a glance back before you were out of the store and down the block.

After standing alone in the ice cream place for longer than Luke wanted, he turned around to leave before stopping in his tracks when a girl stood awfully close in front of him.

“Hi Luke!” she beamed and he stepped back, putting some distance between the two of them.

At first, he didn’t recognize her, but once he did his eyes widened. “Hey… Sarah?”

“It’s Stephanie.” She giggled and Luke faked a laugh.

“Right, Stephanie.” He started to move past her before she stepped to the side and cut him off.

“Are you still free this weekend? Maybe you want to come over and… you know?” She smirked at him and Luke smiled at her, feeling a pit in his stomach because he knew you were right.

“Actually, I can’t this weekend. Band practice.”

“Maybe next weekend?”

He swallowed thickly, trying his best to let this girl down nicely. “Listen, Stephanie, I’m sure you’re a nice girl, but I’m just not sure this is going to work out with us.”

“Are you breaking up with me?”

Luke scrunched his face. “I don’t think- We weren’t dat-“

“Fine! Have fun with Y/N then.” Her voice raised and Luke stepped back slowly again. “Don’t think I didn’t see you two getting cozy in that booth together.” She turned around and stormed off, leaving Luke very confused.

“Okay?” He asked at her sudden shift of character before he left the shop himself to rejoin his band.

“How’d it go?” Reggie called out when Luke came sulking back.

At Luke’s silence, the band laughed out. Luke took a seat on the bench end of the bench next to Alex. “I’m a playboy.” He expected his friends to deny his claim, but they remained silent and only shot each other’s looks. He turned to them, giving them looks of disbelief. “You guys think I’m a-“

“No, we don’t!” Alex cut Luke before he could finish his sentence, but he knew his argument wasn’t going to be a strong one as Luke quirked a brow at him. “But you do go through girls like you go through guitar picks.”

“Why does this bother you all of a sudden?”

“Because Reginald,” Luke sighed out and leaned back on the bench and crossed his arms. “Y/N doesn’t want anything to do with me.”

“And? Just move on to the next girl who smiles your way.” Bobby joked and made Reggie and Alex chuckle, but Luke just groaned.

“No, it’s not like that. Y/N, she’s different.”

“Different how? You guys had one ice cream for 30 minutes.” Alex said, not understanding why you were suddenly a big deal to Luke.

Luke tried to figure out what made you different, but he couldn’t think of anything that made sense. All he could think about was how your laugh and smile made him feel and how for the first time as a girl walked away from him, he chased after you.

“I don’t know.” Luke sighed out, turning to his friends for help, but it was obvious that they didn’t know either. “Whatever, let’s play.” He jumped up, wanting more than anything to get his mind off you.

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Your house was quiet as you got back, exactly what you were expecting. A big house was nice, but when you’re all alone it’s a little, well, lonely. Dropping all your bags at the front door, you slipped over to the couch and plopped down on it. You couldn’t help as your thoughts moved onto Luke. It was fun to spend time with him today, but you couldn’t just be a hook-up to him, or anyone. You’ve had enough of that at your old school and once you moved back, you promised yourself you were done with those types of boys. But that didn’t make passing up Luke any easier.

You needed a second opinion or at least an opinion that wasn’t your own, so you called Julie.

“Hey, underachiever.” You chuckled into the call, happy Julie and Flynn allowed you into their nicknames, although yours was still in the works.

“Hey, good-for-nothing.” Julie chuckled back and you gasped through your laughs.

“Julie Molina, what have I ever done to you!” you faked sadness, hearing Julie’s laugh quiet only because she pulled the phone away from her ear.

“I was just trying it out, okay? Now, what’s up?”

You played with the hem of your shirt, trying to figure out what to tell her. “I hung out with Luke today.”

“Oh?”

“Don’t ‘oh’ me, J.” you huffed out. “I went shopping and spilled one of my bags and he showed up to help me pick my things up.”

“How heroic.” She joked and you chuckled. “That doesn’t really count as hanging out, Y/N.”

“No, but getting ice cream after and talking kind of does.” Julie fell silent and after a few moments, you sat up quickly, already knowing what she was thinking. “It wasn’t a date.”

“I didn’t say it was.”

“You thought it.” You mumbled, closing your eyes and relaxing back on the couch.

“Did you?”

It was your turn to be silent before you shook your head then realized she couldn’t see you. “I don’t think so. It’s like- I’m not interested in being one the girls he goes after, but…”

“But you had fun?”

“Does it make me a hypocrite if I say yes?”

“Just a little.” Julie and you laughed at her joke. “What are you going to do about it?”

“Ignore him?” You didn’t need to see Julie to know she was giving you an unimpressed look. “Seriously Julie! I’ll just ignore him until he loses interest.”

“And if he never loses interest?”

“Oh, he will. Guys like him always do.” That you were sure of.

Julie and you stayed on the call for a few more hours before your phone was about to die and you had to get up and plug it in, saying goodbye to her in the process. Once the call was over and your phone was plugged in next to the couch, you scrolled through the notifications you missed. There wasn’t a lot, and they were mostly boring ones, but one of them caught your attention.

Unknown Number

Hey, it’s Luke. Carrie gave me your number. Wanna talk?

You stared at the message for far longer than you’d care to admit before you tossed your phone on the table with a grunt and turned the tv on. Scrolling through the channels wasn’t as distracting as you hoped, especially when your phone started ringing. You expected it to be Julie, but when you picked it up to look, you were greeted with the same number you just read from Luke.

You hesitated before answering. “Calling? Really? Were you even sure this was my number?”

At the sound of your voice, Luke involuntarily smiled. “I hoped.”

“What did you want to talk about?” you said getting straight to the point.

There was a pause on Luke’s end before his laugh sounded in your ear. “You know, I don’t remember.”

“And why is that?”

“Ooh, that I can’t tell you.” Luke waited for you to respond, but when you didn’t, he knew you were waiting for him to continue because you weren’t letting him off that easily. “Okay, I don’t remember because the moment I heard your voice, I forgot.”

You snorted, covering your mouth with the back of your hand. “What a line, Luke!” you guffawed, always shocked by his nerve. “How many times have you used that one on a girl?”

Luke knew what it sounded like. “Never.” He answered honestly, hearing your laugh quiet a little as he continued. “Yeah, yeah. Keep laughing but I’m being honest.”

“Why don’t I believe you?”

“Because I haven’t really given you a reason to.”

His words made you frown a little. “Should I believe you?”

“I want you to.”

You nodded, chewing your lip slightly as you tried to figure out what you were feeling. The butterflies that were starting to flutter in your stomach unnerved you, but if you were being honest, you kind of liked the feeling. “Well, how are you going to make me believe you?”

Luke was silent and if it wasn’t for the small shuffle of what you assumed was him moving in his room, you would’ve thought the call ended. “Did you have dinner yet?”

“What?”

“Dinner? You know, the meal you eat usually when the day is ending.”

“I know what dinner is, Luke. And no, I haven’t eaten yet. Why?” you glanced to the fridge, hoping your mother had at least gone grocery shopping for you, something you should’ve checked hours ago.

“Do you like pizza?”

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Luke pulled up to your house half an hour later with your favorite pizza in his hands and a smile on his face as he knocked on the door.

“It’s creepy that you know where I live.” You told him as you opened the door and let him in out of the cold.

Luke frowned. “You gave me the address?”

You nodded and put your hands on your hips. “Yeah. It’s also creepy that I just willingly did that.” You mumbled to yourself, wondering how the hell you allowed Luke to just be in your house, bringing you food, no less. You pointed, “Living room is over there. I’ll get plates.”

Luke took the time to glance around your house when you were gone and he made his way slowly to the couch, stopping at the shelf of pictures. There were quite a few of when you were younger that made Luke smile involuntarily as he picked them up, studying them for a few minutes before putting them back. He was on his third picture before you came back in with plates and cans of soda.

“Oh, good. You found the pictures.” You huffed a laugh, peering over your shoulder to see he was staring at one of Julie, Flynn, and you almost a month before you moved. The three of you were in Julie’s studio and singing, Julie and you in front of mics as Flynn brought some of her home DJ equipment. You were positive your dad recorded it, but Ray managed to snap a picture during your performance.

“You sing?” Luke put the photo back and you hummed, turning to the couch and letting him follow you.

“Sing? No. Hold a tune? Still no.” you admitted, hearing Luke laugh at your joke as you both fell on the couch and you passed him a plate.

“Come on, tell me the truth.” Luke pushed and you grinned.

“Fine. Yes, I can sing. I just don’t.” You shrugged and grabbed a slice of pizza and taking a bite.

“Why not?” Luke asked as he copied you. You looked back over to the picture from across the room, a smile settled across your face as you told him. Luke sat and listened to every word of your story, smiling at the cute bits, laughing at the funny ones, frowning at the sad parts and when it was done, he asked questions prompting more stories from both of you. Once again, the conversation between the two of you was easy, almost like breathing in.

Some conversations were harder though and when Luke and you finished a fairly easy conversation, you knew it was time to breathe out. “Why’d you bring me pizza, Luke?”

His eyes stayed downcast as he picked at the pizza and gulped. “You were right.” You raised a brow. “I do flirt with every girl.”

“Did you not know this?”

“No, No. I did.” He admitted and he finally looked up at you who was watching him carefully. “I guess I just never cared enough to do anything about it until now.”

“What changed?” You asked and before Luke could answer, you held a hand up. “And don’t say it’s because you met me. That’s cheesier than this pizza.” You held up the pizza, watching the melted cheese slowly move off before you stopped it, not wanting to ruin your slice.

Luke just chuckled at you, letting his brows raise momentarily as he nodded. “What if it was you?”

“Then I’d say you’re full of it.”

He licked his lips, an action of habit that pulled your eyes down before you made yourself look away. Luke smirked at you. “I saw that.”

You scoffed with a small smile. “Am I supposed to care? Back to the question.”

Luke leaned back on the couch, throwing his arm on the couch. “You are really not like other girls, are you?”

“Because I’m not falling at your feet?”

“Because you’ve got me falling at yours.” Your eyes stayed staring into his for what felt like an eternity. A part of you doubted he was genuine, that this was just another line or move that he used on girls like you and they all fell for it. You would be damned if you did as well. Another part of you looked past the doubt, remembering how much fun you and Luke had on your “date” at the ice cream shop. You wanted to believe him.

“What do you want out of this?” you gestured lazily between the two of you as you turned on the couch to face him. Luke shifted to do the same.

“I don’t know.”

“You’re so lucky you’re good-looking because you are really not good at this talking thing. It’s amazing you’ve managed to seduce half the school.”

“I don’t seduce them!”

“Oh, yeah and I totally believe you.” You pretended to be genuine, and Luke caught on, knowing you were mocking him as he chuckled.

“So, you think I’m good-looking?”

You rolled your eyes with a groan, falling back on the couch enough to grab a pillow to bury your face in. “That’s what you got out of that conversation? How does your ego even fit in your body?”

“Eh, it’s a tight fit.” He joked and you couldn’t help the laugh that broke free before you stopped it, finding it impossible to wipe the smile off your help. Luke leaned forward and pulled the pillow out of your hands before pulling you up, and you found yourselves closer than you had ever been. Your breath stilled as his eyes found yours.

There had never been a time in Luke’s life where he felt what he was now. He’d been this close to many people before, but none of them caused his heart to flutter or his hands to sweat. None of them knew how to make him laugh with just a look or smile just by hearing their voice. None of them were like you. That’s what made you special and if Alex asked him again what made you different than all the rest, that’s what he would tell him. He’d tell him that one day, he could imagine himself falling in love with you.

His eyes fell to your separated lips, moving slowly with each breath you took. Luke’s hand cupped your face gently, cradling it in your hand as his thumb ghosted over your lips. His touch sent shivers down your spine in the perfect way as he pulled his eyes back up to look into yours. You knew it was probably a bad idea- hell, it definitely was a bad idea, but you wanted to kiss him. You wanted to kiss him so badly that you found yourself nodding softly before leaning in. Luke reacted quickly, his hand slipping off your face to the back of your neck, tangling in the lower section of your hair as he pulled you close. Both of your eyes closed as Luke and molded into each other. You grabbed his shirt, fisting it in your hands as Luke’s arm wrapped around you. You let out a moan against his lips as he pulled you into his lap and the action allowed him to deepen the kiss, an improvement you happily accepted.

It wasn’t until your hand started to move down Luke’s shirt before he pulled away, surprising you both. You were breathing a little heavier now, as was Luke, and when you realized you were still on his lap, you got off. The magical trance of the kiss was now broken as you pushed yourself as far as you could on the couch.

Luke and you stayed silent and refused to look at each other. You scolded yourself in your mind, wondering how you allowed yourself to kiss him. You didn’t know why he pulled away and while you worked up the courage to ask him, you couldn’t help but guess why. Maybe he didn’t like the kiss? You did, you really did, but that didn’t mean he did. Maybe he was no longer interested? If that was the case, he would’ve left the moment you got off him. Maybe you were a bad kisser? Nah, you definitely had people that would’ve told you.

In Luke’s mind, he was freaking out. For the first time when he was kissing someone, he wasn’t thinking about just getting them in bed. He was thinking all about you. He thought about the way you felt pressed against him and so close that he could even smell the shampoo you used. He thought about how he could feel your smile against his lips and how he would’ve killed to always feel it just like that.

“I have a feeling your nights don’t usually go that way.” You broke the silence, making Luke’s eyes shoot to yours before he quickly looked away in embarrassment, wiping his palms on his jeans.

“Um,” He began before gulping, “yeah.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Or do you wanna go home and pretend this never happened and tomorrow I get to watch as you flirt with another girl? You ignored the thought in your head and waited for Luke to answer.

Finally, he shook his head. “No, I um, I think I should probably…” he trailed off and your heart sunk a little as he pointed to the door. He stood up before you could even say anything and he collected his things, leaving you on the couch as he started toward the door. “I’ll um, I’ll see you tomorrow!” he called out before he rounded the corner and a few seconds later, you could hear the door close.

You were left there in a daze, trying to figure out if the last few minutes really just happened. You kissed Luke “playboy” Patterson and he literally ran away.

This… This was a new low.

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Luke sat in his bed that night staring at the ceiling and waiting for a sleep that would never come, at least, not when you occupied every thought in his head. After the first hour of laying there, he grabbed his phone. Your contact filled the screen as he looked at it, wanting to call you and tell you exactly why he ran out tonight, but he couldn’t do it. Instead, he called the one person who warned him how bad this whole thing would turn out to be.

“It is 2 am, you better be dying or dead to call me this late.” He heard Carrie’s sleepy voice through the phone as he glanced at the clock. He didn’t realize he stayed at your place that long.

“Well, hello to you too.”

“You don’t sound dead.” Carrie mumbled and yawned into the phone as Luke tried to figure out what he would say to his tired friend.

“I kissed Y/N.”

There was complete silence from Carrie, not even the shuffling that Luke could faintly hear a second ago from her trying to get comfortable. “Damn.” She said softly. “I didn’t think you had it in you, Luke. And I definitely didn’t think Y/N was going to be one of your hook-ups.”

“We didn’t- I only kissed her.” Luke cursed his stutter as he closed his eyes and rubbed his temple.

“You didn’t hook-up? Then what happened after you kissed?” Luke froze, remembering the exact look on your face as he scrambled out of your house.

“I left.”

“You left?”

“Carrie, I ran out of her house.” Luke groaned. “I literally stopped us mid-kiss and then a minute later ran out.”

Carrie was silent again and Luke was certain she was trying to process how stupid he was. “Why would you do that?”

“I… have no idea.” Luke admitted. He didn’t know what possessed him to run out like that. The whole way home, all he could think about was how he wanted to continue kissing you or at least tell you how he felt, not run out of there and leave you with no clue.

“Well, if you didn’t hook-up with her tonight, then I think you just lost your chance.”

Her words made him pause. “Carrie?” He heard her hum in response. “I don’t think I want to just hook-up with Y/N.” There was another pause after his words, and he knew Carrie was waiting for him to elaborate. “I think I really like her.”

“Wow. That’s deep.”

He groaned at Carrie before hearing her laugh at him. “You’re not funny, Care.”

“Tell her how you feel, Luke. If you really actually like her, then make sure she knows you’re not just looking for a hook-up.”

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Heading into school the next day, you were dreading seeing Luke. You didn’t know what to say to him or if he would even talk to you and with each passing minute, you felt a little less worried. That is, until you walked into homeroom at the end of the day to see Luke watching the door like a hawk. You tried to ignore him as you walked to your desk and plopped into the seat next to Julie who gave you a worried look.

“Are you okay? You’ve been acting weird all day.”

“Not really.” You mumbled, scooting your chair closer to her, and in a whisper, you told her everything that happened last night after you hung up the phone with her. Julie’s jaw was on the floor by the time you told her Luke ran out.

“I can’t believe it!” She whisper-shouted and you sighed in relief.

“I know! I couldn’t believe he ran out either!”

“No!” You furrowed your brows. “I can’t believe you kissed Luke and you didn’t call me right away!”

“J, it was like after midnight and I was a little embarrassed and traumatized that he literally left me there.” You spoke slowly, hoping she would help you figure out how to get over these feelings that keep you up all night.

Before she could say anything, she felt a tap on her shoulder and the two of you looked up to see Luke smiling uncomfortably at her. “Mind if I sit there?” He pointed to her seat. She looked to you for permission and after a few seconds of crazy glares being exchanged, Julie let Luke take her spot.

You turned to face forward as he sat down and looked at the side of your face, you waited for him to speak up. “I’m sorry about last night.”

“Which part? The kiss or-“

“No, no, the running out part.” Luke cut you off before you could finish, and you nodded awkwardly. “That was stupid.”

“Yeah, a little bit.” You told him and Luke’s stomach fell when he saw the way you clenched your jaw, obviously upset about the situation. “Look, I don’t know what happened and I don’t know why we kissed, but-“

“I like you.” Your breath stopped at his interruption of rushed words, making you very confused about what was happening. Luke quickly picked up on it as he tried to explain. “I got scared last night because I was figuring out that I really, really like you and when we kissed, I just shut off, I guess.”

“So, you left?”

“Well, it was easier than having this conversation when all I could think about was kissing you again.” When you let out a laugh, however small it was, Luke was beginning to think things could be looking up. “I’m really sorry for everything last night.”

“Don’t be sorry for everything.” You told him, reaching forward to grab his hand. Luke’s heart skipped a beat at the warmth of your touch as he watched your hands met and he slowly turned his over so he could hold yours. “The pizza was really good.” It was Luke who let out an amused laugh this time as he shook his head and let his hair drape over his face. You joined him in laughing, feeling your cheeks heat a little. “I guess the kiss was… pretty good too.”

“Pretty good?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.” You deadpanned and he put his hands up in the air before taking yours again.

“Would you let me take you out on a date?” Luke asked after a beat of silence, using the courage he’s accumulated after a night of Carrie hyping him up over the phone.

You smirked at him. “Only as friends?”

Luke shook his head. “Not a chance. I meant a real date, hopefully, one that would be followed by a second, then a third, a fourth, then-“

“Woah!” You laughed out and Luke joined you. “Slow down there, Patterson. Let’s just get through one, okay?”

He nodded. “Deal. So, what do you say? Will you go on a date with me?”

You smiled but were reluctant. “What about all the other girls in the school? You’d give them up?”

“They can find their own choice of dates. I’ve got mine right in front of me.” You bit your tongue, trying not to smile as you rolled your eyes.

“You’re still as cheesy as ever,” Luke shrugged, he didn’t mind being cheesy if he got to see your smile come from it, “but it looks like you’ve got a date tonight.”

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[capsteddybear]

Our Playlist: Good as You - Kane Brown

Song lyrics "Tomorrow, tonight, the rest of my life. I wanna be the man you want me to be So startin' right now, girl, tell me everything you need."

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You and Chris are supposed to go bike riding this morning, but the weather has other plans. It's been raining all day as you and Chris are cuddled up on the couch sharing a blanket to keep warm. You're snuggled in your favorite position, your legs across his lap as his arms are wrapped around you holding you close. You both doze off into cat naps, but every once in a while he plants a soft kiss on the top of your head that wakes you up with a smile on your face.

"Hi".

"Hi", you respond softly as you snuggle even closer to him. You just listen to the sound of his soothing heartbeat as you start to doze off again. You feel Chris laugh and it wakes you up. "Mmm…."

"Wake up, we've been sleeping all day."

"But it's my day off. That's what you're supposed to do."

"Not all day though…. Come on get up. Let's go for a drive."

"But it's still raining", as you pull the blanket over your head and try to go back to sleep."

He looks out the window and pulls the blanket open to look at you, "uh no, it stopped like 20 minutes ago. The clouds are starting to clear up."

You give him puppy eyes, "but I'm so comfy."

He gives you a kiss before he quickly turns you so you're laying on the couch with him on top of you. You giggle as he starts to tickle you. "How about now?"

"Chris!!! Stop it. Noooo. Stop. Tickling. Me."

"Are you gonna get up?"

"....No."

"Then why would I stop tickling you?"

You try to escape but have no luck, "uh because you love me?"

"I do love you, but I ain't gonna stop tickling you."

You groan, " Stop!!"

"No, not 'til you get up." He reaches for the back of your thigh which is your most ticklish spot."

"Chris!!! Stop. I'm gonna pee…. Chris!"

He tickles you for a few seconds longer before he stops. His face is a few inches from yours, he kisses your nose and smiles down at you. "You gonna get up now?"

"Yes! Because I lost my comfy spot and now I gotta pee."

Chris sits back on the couch laughing as you push him off. You throw the nearest pillow at him as you get up and run to the bathroom to relieve your bladder.

When you come back to the living room you see him snuggled up with Dodger.

"Woooow! I'm gone for a moment and I've been replaced!?"

"Shh, why are you yelling? You're gonna wake up my cuddle buddy."

"He's not even asleep, but you on the other hand." You quickly make your way back on the couch and carefully scoot Dodger over as you attack Chris with a pillow to the face.

He puts his arms up to block the hits, "Woah! Babe. What are you doing?!"

"You woke me up. It's payback time. You can't enjoy your comfy spot."

Chris laughs between the hits and stops the pillow and steals it away from you and tosses it across the living room causing Dodger to jump off of the couch to catch it.

"Ha! What about now? You're unarmed." You try to reach for another pillow but Chris pulls you away from it. "Na uh, nope. Babe." He holds you tight, "truce?" You try to wiggle out of his grasp, but what's the use? He's way stronger than you. He kisses your cheek, "come on, you can't win. Truce?"

You rest your head on his chest, "Fine, you win."

"I always do." He kisses your cheek again before letting you go.

"Ha sucker!" You quickly lean over and grab the pillow and turn to hit him with it.

"Ba-" you get him good right in the face. "What the hell??"

You quickly toss the pillow across the room so he doesn't get you back with it, "now we're even."

"How are we even?? I didn't hit you with a pillow."

"No, but you made me lose my comfy spot therefore I make you lose yours and you get a pillow to the face."

He gives you a smirky glare, "fine, we're even …. Okay so now that we're both awake, do you wanna go for a drive?"

"Yes." You give him a kiss before you both get ready to head out. With the rain just ending it's cold outside so Chris lets you wear your favorite jacket of his. The red and white bomber jacket as he wears his black leather jacket.

You guys decide to take your truck for a drive and Dodger tags along as well. He sits in the backseat with his head out of the window and his ears flapping in the wind enjoy the fresh air. You smile every time you look at the side mirror at the reflection of him.

While driving around you guys stop at a sandwich shop and order dinner. Chris even orders food for Dodger, which is just a small pack of sandwich meat. He drives to a nearby park where you guys eat your dinner while sitting on the tailgate of the truck as Dodger enjoys his dinner as well.

The sun starts to set and you scoot closer to Chris and enjoy the moment. You feel Dodger bump your left shoulder and you give him a hug and he lays down on the tailgate with his head resting on your lap.

Even when the sun has gone down you guys still stay there a little while longer just talking about anything until Chris notices you yawning more and more.

"We should head back home. You have work tomorrow."

You make a pouty face, "yeah, we should head back now. Plus I'm getting cold."

Chris snuggles you to get you warm before helping you off of the tailgate.

Once you get home you jump straight into the shower. When you get out you dry yourself off and change into your pajamas which consists of Chris' red flannel and a pair of sweatpants.

You walk out of the bathroom and you see Chris sitting with his back against the headboard reading a book while taking a drink from his coffee mug. He smiles as soon as he sees you, "mmm, hi. I made you some hot chocolate." He puts his mug down on the nightstand and hands you yours as you get into bed. You cradle your hands around the warm mug before taking a sip.

"Mmm, thank you." You take another sip before getting out of bed.

"Where are you going?"

"I gotta get my stuff organized for work tomorrow so I'm not scrambling and in a hurry in the morning." You crawl over in bed and give Chris a kiss before heading to your office.

While organizing your work bag you find a Polaroid photo of you and Chris from your family BBQ from back home. You sit in your office chair just smiling as you look at the photo.

"You're supposed to be packing."

You jump as soon as you hear Chris' voice, "shiiiit. You scared me." You cover your face and laugh.

"Oh sorry." He walks over to you and squats down next to you, "what do you have in your hand?"

"A photo of us." You show him the photo.

He touches your hand that's holding the photo and tilts his head to get a better look, "ah, the first time I met your family."

"You remember that day?"

"I remember every day that I spend with you."

"I love you."

"I love you too." He stands up and takes the photo from you and places it on your desk. "Now come to bed. It's past your bedtime."

"Bedtime??? I'm not a baby."

"You're not right now, but you act like one when you don't get enough sleep." You try not to laugh, but you let out a small giggle and Chris shakes his head, "told ya." He takes your hand and leads you back to your bedroom.

You both settle into bed and you set your alarm clock for the morning.

"Good night. I love you, Chris."

"I love you too (y/n). Good night."

You snuggle into his chest before you doze off.

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The next morning you wake up to your alarm going off. You groan and roll over to turn it off. You hear Chris softly snoring. It amazes you that he can sleep through your alarms sometimes. You smile and quietly get out of bed and head to the kitchen to make a small breakfast.

When you walk into the kitchen you see Dodger next to the back door waiting patiently to be let out to relieve himself. You walk over and open the door for him. You then head to the refrigerator where you see a note from Chris, ' couldn't sleep last night so there's a surprise for you inside.' You open the door and see a breakfast sandwich wrapped up with 'for my Love' written on the paper. You take it out of the fridge and place it in the microwave to warm it up. While you get something to drink you hear Chris' sleepy footsteps coming from the hallway.

"Good morning, handsome."

"Mmm, good morning." He gives you a sleepy hug and a kiss.

"Go back to sleep."

"But I didn't want you to leave without me saying good morning to you.

"You did… and I would never leave without you saying good morning." The microwave dings, "now go back to sleep, ya baby."

Chris smiles and gives you another kiss before heading back to bed.

You let Dodger back inside and you enjoy your specially made breakfast before getting dressed for work.

Once you're all ready you walk over to Chris' side of the bed and plant a kiss in his forehead. He moans and slowly opens his eyes and reaches for your hand.

"Hi."

"Hi…. I'm heading off to work now."

"Mmkay… Love you…"

You smile and kiss him, "love you. I'll call you later."

Work is busier than usual. You have two meetings which pushes your ensemble practice back a little. You call Chris to let him know that you'll be home a little late so he doesn't worry.

"Hello?"

"Hey handsome, just calling to let you know that I'll be home a little later tonight."

"That's okay, dinner isn't quite ready yet so no rush."

"Oh, you making dinner tonight?"

"Yes, well attempting to. Trying not to burn the house down at the moment."

"Okay, I'll let you go so you can concentrate. Can't wait to taste what you cook up. I know it's gonna be great. Love you."

"Love you, (y/n). Bye."

Luckily the meetings and rehearsal flew by and you were now on your way home.

When you walk through the front door you see no sign of Chris or Dodger. Dodger usually greets you as soon as you walk in. You call out for Chris but no answer. You walk into the kitchen and still nothing. You hear music coming from the backyard and notice the back door is open so you walk out and see Chris setting up the table. You try to sneak up on him, but Dodger sprints to you and blows your cover.

"Oh hi, you're home…. Hi."

You give Chris a weird look, "what's wrong?"

"Uh nothing, you just scared me."

"Yeah right, Dodger blew my cover."

"No he didn't. He's been hyper all day."

"....Uh huh… So what's up with the fancy candles?" You ask as you walk up to the table to kiss him.

"Just wanted to make dinner for my love."

"So what's for dinner, chef Chris?"

"Your favorite dish."

Chris removes the lid from your plate and presents your favorite dish. You smile and give him a kiss, "let's eat!"

He pours you a glass of wine and you talk about your day as you enjoy your dinner. After you're both done eating Chris leads you to the wooden deck and pulls you in close as you slowly sway to the music. Between songs Chris smiles down at you and kisses you, "love you."

"Love you too."

You snuggle into his chest as a cool breeze passes by.

"You cold?"

"Yes."

"Want one of my jackets?"

"Please?"

"I'll be right back." He kisses you and runs into the house. You smile and take a seat back at the table.

Chris goes upstairs to get you a jacket but he can't find the one you want. He opens the bedroom window and yells out for you, "hey, can you come up and help me look for it?"

"Look for what?"

"Your jacket."

"Just grab any jacket. Doesn't matter."

"Uh yes, it does. Can you please come up?"

"Okaaaaay. Give me a second." A moment later you walk into the bedroom and see Chris looking out the other bedroom window. "What are you doing?"

"Oh hey, check this out!" Chris points out the window. He guides you to stand in front of him. You look out the window, but you don't see anything.

"What am I supposed to be looking at? It's dark."

"Look down at the yard."

You look down and see paper bags with candles lit inside lined up to spell 'I 💙 YOU'.

You turn to face him, "Aww, that's so cu-" You gasp and suddenly your eyes are watery. You see Chris kneeling down on one knee with your favorite jacket of his resting on his forearm and a little black box in his hand. He carefully opens the box to reveal a ring. You notice he's nervous because his hand is shaking a bit. He takes a deep breath and takes your hand, "(y/n)... I love you so much… I want you to borrow all my jackets for the rest of my life, will you marry me?"

You squeeze Chris' hand and nod your head, "Yes!!! Oh my God, yes. Chris I'll marry you." You dive into his arms and kiss him. You feel him smile against your lips.

"Hey, here, let me put this on you." You stop kissing him so he can put the ring on your finger. You're shaking so much from excitement that he has to hold your hand still. "There." You look at your hand and can't stop smiling. Chris kisses your cheek and wipes your tears away. "I love you (y/n)."

"I love you too, Chris."

He helps you put on his jacket and you both head back outside and cuddle on the hammock to watch the stars. Well as Chris watches the stars, you're busy being memorized by the gorgeous engagement ring. Chris notices you fidgeting with the ring.

"You okay?"

"Yes, I'm more than okay. I'm engaged to the love of my life."

Chris cradles the side of your face and you see the biggest smile on his face, " I love you so much, (y/n). I'm excited to spend the rest of my life loving you."

He kisses you with so much love that neither of you say a word for the rest of the night. Just you and him in the hammock enjoying the night sky.

[blackmissfrizzle]

Surprise

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader

Summary: Miguel gives his wife a day of surprise. Based on this video and tweet.

Warnings: Smut

A/N: Sorry if the smut sucks, I rushed through it lol.

Miguel leaned against the entryway of the bathroom, watching you carefully apply your mascara. His eyes roamed down to the swell of your breasts. You hadn’t put on your blouse yet because of you not wanting to get makeup on it.

“You’re staring,” you called out your husband when you finally became aware of his heated gaze. “What? Is it a crime to look at my wife?”

“Noooo, but it is a bad idea when both you and I have work to go to.” You took a break from doing your makeup and that’s when you realized that Miguel wasn’t dressed in his usual garb. He had on a simple black tee and jeans, an understated look but he still oozed power. “Why aren’t you dressed?”

Miguel ignored your question and leaned his hip against the counter. “Let’s go shopping, mi amor.”

“Shopping? We can’t go shopping. We both have to work.” What the hell was Miguel thinking? You two did not have the time for that. “What if I told you I cancelled all my meetings today and told your boss you couldn’t come in today?”

That sounded too good to be true. “You’re lying,” you accused in disbelief.  “Nope, we’re gonna go to Home Goods. Then we’re gonna go to Target. Sounds good so far?” The mention of Target made you stop what you’re doing and turn to your husband.

“Then we’re gonna get pedicures after.”

“What?” You gasped in shock. It’s been forever since you and Miguel got pedicures together. “Yeah, let’s go get pedicures. Yeah?” After that you closed your mascara, Miguel had your full attention now. “Oh! Mascara shut.” Miguel joked. “And then we’ll go to brunch. You want brunch?”

“Mimosas?” You whispered, already dreaming of the citrusy bubbles on your tongue. “Mmhmm. Order from the whole menu. Chocolate chip pancakes with a river of syrup. Bacon, hash browns.”

“Chicken tendies?” Miguel laughed at your name for chicken strips, you refused to call them by their proper name. “Yes, and chicken tendies.” As Miguel continued to name various foods, your breath got heavier in anticipation.

“And then?” You asked. “Whatever you want to do. Wanna go to Chick-Fil-A? Cookies and cream milkshake?”

“COOKIES AND CREAM MILKSHAKE!?”

“Yeah!” Miguel couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He loved how excited you were and that he was the one making it happen. “So, you wanna go?” It really wasn’t a question, but he just knew your answer would radiate with enthusiasm. “For real? Miguel, you’re not playing?”

Miguel grabbed you by the hips and pulled you towards him. “No, I’m not.” You squealed and jumped in his arms before running to change. “But there is one condition.” He stopped you in your tracks. “What?”

“You have to wear this.” Miguel pulled out a maxi sundress of your favorite color. This man certainly had style. Running you snatched the dress out his hands and began changing. You were too enamored with the dress that you barely heard Miguel tell you to meet him in the driveway when you were done.

As soon as he saw you, Miguel thought a day in the house didn’t sound bad at all, but he had to shove those thoughts away. He had plans for his queen.

“Where’s Nestor?” You looked around for him, Marcus, and some of the others, but none were to be found. “Gave them the day off. It’ll just be you and me.”

It wasn’t Christmas. Both of yours and Miguel’s birthdays had already passed. Your anniversary wasn’t until a couple of more months. “What are you up to?” You eyed Miguel suspiciously. “Nothing. Now get in the car.”

Multiple times during the car ride Miguel thought of pulling over. In the corner of his eye, he would catch you rubbing your thighs together to alleviate some pressure. He listened to how you thought it was so sexy to see a man maneuver a car, but he didn’t think you would get this turned on. Now he would have to make more of an effort to drive around.

His day with you was a blast. At Home Goods he watched your head switch from Pinterest to the different aisles, trying to find the perfect items to complete your diy projects. Target was a bit more dangerous. You went down every aisle and almost bought out the whole store. “We don’t even need this!” Miguel would say whenever you would add whatever unnecessary item to the cart. It didn’t matter though, he still let you get it.

The nail salon was a ball. The nail technicians thought it was so cute that you and Miguel were getting pedicures together. Along with the pedicure you got a manicure. Miguel even picked the shape and color.  “I can’t wait to see those wrapped around my dick,” he whispered, enjoying you squirm as the nail tech painted your nails.

Brunch a whole new you came out. This specific restaurant was your favorite because they played the music you loved and had bottomless mimosas. Those two were a bad combination for Miguel’s hard dick, because those lustful glances from you were no accident. And the moans you made when you ate those damn chicken tendies mixed with a little bit of syrup had him sitting uncomfortably for the longest. But then every so often, in between bites you would look to Miguel, smile brightly, and tell him thank you. And just like that he was gushing all over you, ready to give you the moon and the stars.

Miguel opted to get the milkshakes at the drive-thru, but you didn’t mind, you had other plans in mind. However, Miguel surprised you when he went in the other direction of home. “Babe, where are we going?” Miguel grabbed your hand and rested his lips on it. “To your last surprise.” He said, not offering any more information.

About 45 minutes outside of town, an oddly familiar lake house came into view. “Miguel, what is this?” Your husband parked the car and ran to let you out. “This is your house by the lake, not too far from the city because you’ be damned if some Jason Vorhees comes out to kill you and you couldn’t get immediate help. There’s the front porch where you can sit and drink your morning coffee while you watch the sunrise. In the back, you have the deck complete with picnic tables and a master grill, where you can use and abuse your brother’s grilling skills while everyone else is talking, playing games, and dancing. Back here you can have your glass of wine and watch the sunset.” He wrapped his arms around you and jutted his chin to the second story of the home. “In the master bedroom is a window seat where you can get scared from the new horror book you’re reading while drinking your second cup of coffee. And most importantly there’s the dock by the lake, so you can go fishing because you refuse to get on a boat and become a Lake Placid victim.”

Verbatim. Word for word, Miguel described the perfect dream lake house you told him about years ago. It was dream that your dad had at first. He wanted to give his family a getaway spot that was yours to call your own. As your father daughter bonding time, you would search for the perfect candidate but could never find one. Then unfortunately, he passed before he could make that dream come true. In the little spare time you had, you resumed your search in honor of your father, but it was nothing but dead ends.

Tears were running down your face. You couldn’t stop them if you wanted to. “Mi amor, you don’t like it?” Miguel’s concern was growing. He couldn’t decipher if those were happy tears or sad tears. “No, Miguel I love it! I just don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

Miguel pulled you into a tighter hug. “Oh honey, I’m the one who doesn’t know how I managed to get and keep you.” He grabbed ahold of your chin, tilting it up so you couldn’t avoid his eyes. “I haven’t been the best husband.”

“Miguel no.” How in the world could he think that? He pressed a finger against your lips. “Shh, let me finish. You barely see me anymore. We literally only say good morning and good night to each other. I’ve been too busy with the rebels and Potter. Plus, there’s the original work I already have. You taken over the development project when you have your own work to do. And you take time out of your day to take my mother to and from her appointments.” You tried to interrupt him, to tell him that it was no big deal, but he stopped you. “Ahh, I’m not finished. You do all this, go through all this trouble and not once have I heard you complain. This isn’t even half of what you deserve. So, no more talk about how you don’t deserve any of this. Entiendes?”

It was a troubling time. Half of the time you didn’t know where you found the energy to get out of bed, but you did. You had to. This was how you keep your family together. “Si.” You brought Miguel’s face closer to yours. There was the faint taste of mimosas still on his tongue. Reluctantly, Miguel pulled away, holding onto your bottom lip til the last possible second. “There are other husbandly duties that I have been neglecting.”

“Is there now?” A crooked smile graced your face. “Mmhmm,” Miguel scooped you up bridal style. “Yeah. I think we should christen the house.” He whispered conspiratorially like you weren’t alone. “I say hell yeah!”

Miguel ran into the house, running up the stairs, leaving a trail of your giggles. Tomorrow you would get the chance to explore more.

Once in the room, Miguel dropped you on the bed, causing you to bounce a little. He shed yours and his clothes in a hurry. To his surprise you weren’t any underwear. “Someone was eager, huh?”

“I had plans to screw you in the back of the car after mimosas.” Miguel took off your bra and tugged a nipple into his mouth. “Good girl.”

While Miguel’s attention was on your nipples yours were on getting his boxers off.  His dick sprang free and you wrapped your hand around it. Miguel relished in the feeling of your soft hand around him while he left kisses from your shoulder to your ear. “What are you doing?” He groaned into your ear, slipping in between the two of you, grabbing your wrist to stop your movement. “I thought you wanted to see my nails around your dick?” You whimpered, squirming against him.

“I do, but right now is about you. Do me a favor and suck on my fingers and get them nice and wet for me.” He tapped your fingers against your lips, and you slipped them in, mimicking the motions you wanted to desperately do to his dick. Satisfied with how wet they were, Miguel stuck his fingers in your welcoming hole. “Its so wet and warm, preciosa. I think I can fit another finger in there, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm, daddy.” Miguel added a third finger, bringing a delicious sting. “God, you’re so tight. I bet you taste even better.” Taking his fingers out despite your reluctance, he sucked on them, making you jealous that it wasn’t your mouth on them.

“Tell me what you want, baby. You want me eat that fat ass pussy or you want this cock?”

“Gimme your cock please.” It was no competition. You needed to feel complete and only Miguel’s dick could do that.

He scooted back some to line himself up. You caught a glimpse of his dick and badly wanted to suck it. It should be a crime that all that dick belongs to you.

Miguel slid his cock along your slit, gathering up some wetness. “Baby stop teasing please!” You whined, scratching against his forearms.

He lifted up your left leg to his hip and slid in, giving you those deep lovemaking strokes. “You take me so well, mi amor. Can you handle more?”

“Yes Miguel. Please give me more!” His slow strokes would leave you right on the verge of coming, but never actually getting you there and at this moment you needed to cum more than anything. “More, daddy! Please!” Tears were prickling your eyes.

With his free hand, Miguel swiped away your tears and began to pound into you. “Pretty girl,” he smoothed back some of your hair, his soft words contrasting his rough fucking. “You look like an angel taking my cock so well. You’re gonna be a good girl and cum over daddy’s cock, hmm?”

You nodded your head when you failed to form any words. “Nah, baby girl I need words. Tell me what you want.”

“I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK!” Miguel was hitting your spot repeatedly. “Okay, pretty baby, then do it,” he whispered, rubbing your clit.

Your body exploded with your orgasm. You were a quivering mess, but Miguel wasn’t through with you, he kept fucking you.

“Where do you want it?” Miguel asked through clenched teeth. “In my mouth, daddy. I wanna taste you.”

Miguel jumped off of you. “On your knees, baby.” Eagerly you got on the ground with your tongue out, enjoying Miguel stroke his glistening cock. “Oh fuck!” He cried out, throwing his head back in ecstasy as his cum filled your mouth.

When he finished, you jumped at the opportunity to clean his cock. “Shitttt! Just like that baby.”

He pulled your head back and laughed at your amused smile. “With skills like that, I’ll give you anything. What else do you want?” He carried you to the bathroom, filling the tub for a nice bath.

“Just you.” You sighed, leaning back on his chest.

“I can definitely do that and more.” Miguel promised to you and himself.

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[thebadgerclan]

Life After

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

Requested by Anonymous

Summary: You both dream of a life after the war...

Y/J is your job in the wizarding world

A/N: Takes place during OOTP

Cedric snapped his book shut when he heard the door to his dorm open.  You entered, hand cradled to your chest, wrapped in a cloth stained crimson.  Tears stained your face and you were sniffling, and Cedric frowned as he got up.  “C’mere honey,” he said, taking your good hand in his, leading you to sit on his bed with him.  He reached over to his nightstand, taking the bowl he’d prepared earlier.

“Let me see your hand, Y/N.”  Cedirc gently unwrapped your hand, baring the words I will not correct the headmistress carved into your skin in red, angry cuts.  “Oh baby,” he sighed, setting the bowl before you. “Put your hand in here, darling, it’ll sting for a moment, but it will help.”  “Alright,” you said, sniffling again, fresh tears falling.  You placed the wounded fesh into the bowl, wincing at the pain.  But as Cedric had promised, the sting soon morphed into a cool sensation, easing the pain and soothing your skin.

“T-thanks,” you said, wiping your eyes with your other hand.  “Thank Hermione,” he said, moving to sit closer to you, putting an arm around your shoulders.  “She gave the recipe to everyone in the DA.  Well, before we got shut down.”  Cedric flexed his hand, the scar that read I will not form secret societies showing.  A sob left your mouth and Cedric held you closer, pressing kisses to your forehead.  “I don’t know how much longer I can do this, Ced,” you admitted.  “He’s back, we all know it, so why won’t they admit it?  Everything can get back to normal faster if they do.”

Cedric shook his head, taking your unhurt hand in his.  “I don’t know, Y/N, I don’t know.  But they’ll have to come clean and tell the public eventually.  They can’t cover it up forever.”  “There’s going to be a war, isn’t there?” you asked, looking up at Cedric.  His grey eyes were stormy, and he nodded solemnly.  “I don’t see how there won’t be.  But we’ll be alright, Y/N, we’ll get through this.”  You sniffled again, and Cedric tipped your face up, swiping your tears away with his thumb.  “Don’t cry, honey.  I’ve got you, you’re alright.”  You nodded, burying your face in his chest, slopping the liquid in the bowl slightly.

“Here, let’s get your hand bandaged, then we’ll snuggle, alright?”  Another nod.  Cedric gently lifted your hand from the bowl, patting it dry with a towel.  He then wrapped it in bandages, securing them with a sticking charm, vanishing the bowl and liquid from the bed.  You then crawled into his lap, resting your head against his chest, Cedric wrapping his arms tight around you.

“Tell me something happy,” you said, voice strained from holding back more tears.  “What are our lives gonna be like after-” you choked back another sob.  “After the war.”  Cedric laughed softly, kissing the crown of your head.  “Well, I have it all planned out,” he said, rubbing your arm soothingly.  “You do?”  “I do.  After we finish Hogwarts, we’ll move into a nice house somewhere.  Wherever you want, as long as it has a yard.”  “For our crups?” you interjected eagerly, and Cedric laughed.  “Of course, love.  We’ll have crups, as many as you want.  But if they pee on the carpet, they’re sleeping outside.”

“Noooo!” you laughed, playfully smacking his chest.  Cedric laughed too, kissing your forehead.  “Oh alright, they won’t sleep outside.  Let’s see, what else?  Ah, you’ll have a job as the most successful, most talented Y/J in history, and I’ll be… well, I don’t know what I’ll be, but it’ll be something cool.”  “International quidditch player?” you suggested, but to your surprise, Cedric shook his head.  “No, not a quidditch player, I’d be away from you too much.  Anyway, it wouldn’t matter how late I’d work, I’d always be sure to be home by 6 to spend time with you.

“I’ll probably ask you to marry me after we’re graduated, and I think you’d want to get married pretty soon after that.  Am I right?”  You nodded, cuddling closer to Cedric’s chest.  “Yeah.”  You were blushing deeply, and Cedric tipped your chin up to kiss you, cupping your cheek sweetly.  “I thought so.  I’ll take you somewhere nice on our honeymoon: Hawaii, maybe.  Ooh, or the Bahamas.  I’ll spoil you rotten, that much I know for certain.  And not just on the honeymoon, for the rest of our lives.  You’ll never want for anything, my love, I promise.”

Tears were streaming down your face, but these ones were those of happiness.  You longed for the future Cedric was painting before your eyes, but you knew you would have to survive the difficult times ahead of you before that future could be a possibility.  Cedric noticed the slight shaking of your shoulders, and he held you closer.  “Oh Y/N, please don’t cry.  Did I say something?  I’m sorry, darling, I-”  “You said everything right,” you cut him off.  “I just...know we’ll have to fight before we get to that future.  And I want that future with you, Ced, more than anything.”

He captured your lips with his, wiping your tears away once more.  “I want it too, Y/N.  And we’ll get it.  We’re gonna have to fight, yeah, but it’ll be worth it.  Just imagine when we have that little house and our dozen crups.  That’s what gets me through the day, gets me through hearing the Ministry deny that Voldemort is back.  We will get through this, Y/N, I promise.”  You nodded, resting your head back on his shoulder.

“I love you, Cedric,” you whispered, and he squeezed you tight against him.  “I love you too, Y/N.  Let’s get you changed and to bed, yeah?”  Cedric helped you out of your uniform and into one of his quidditch jumpers, lying back on his bed, pulling you into his arms, holding you close.  “We’ll get through this, Y/N,” he whispered as you fell asleep.  And as you did, the thought of the little house, your crups, and the man you loved filled your head.

[misslilli]

Thank you guys, for going on this adventure with me 🥰 I'm having such a blast reading your comments!

Felix Felicis

MSR. AU. PG-13. | tagging @today-in-fic | AO3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7 | Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12

Chapter 13 - Fantastic Mulders And Where To Find Them

[ DS ]

“Well, little lady, you’re pretty young and inexperienced, you’ll learn to distinguish when it’s appropriate to call in parents and when it’s clearly not necessary.” Stunned, I stare at the father of a girl in my class sitting across from me, trying to control my flaring temper. ‘What a misogynistic, condescending asshole!’

“I can assure you, sir, when a child comes to me with a concerning story from home, I will always want to clear it up with the parents. Now that we’ve cleared it up, I think we’re done here. Thank you for coming.” I get up and hold out my hand, hoping to end this nightmare of a conversation on a positive note.

Once he left, I let out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, anger boiling in the pit of my stomach. There’s not much that I hate more than being belittled and I yank my book bag off my table angrily, spilling the cup of pencils in the process, scattering them everywhere. I want to scream. Okay, now I’m Pissed. Royally.

I pick up the pencils and shove them back into the cup before turning off the lights and leaving for today. As I head outside, I notice a small gathering of women down the front steps and they’re giggling and laughing at something Fox Mulder had said. At the sight of him, my heart skips a few beats. ‘Oh that’s just great. I’ll keep my head down and walk by quickly, I’m in no mood to be dragged into a conversation with the PTA brigade.’

I try to pass them by inconspicuously, walking briskly down the stairs and keeping my head down, but I’m stopped with a hand on my arm and a “Miss Scully, do you have a moment?” I turn to him trying to hide my exasperation. ‘Ugh, why do you have to be so damn handsome. And please, get your hand off my arm before I burst into flames. Victim: Dana Scully, cause of death: Spontaneous human combustion from being touched by Fox Freakin’ Mulder. Try and put that on a headstone.’

My mask of professionalism only slips for a brief moment, though, and I smooth out the frown on my face. “Yes, Mr. Mulder?” ‘Why is your hand still there? And why is it so hot all of a sudden, it’s freakin’ September.’

“I was hoping you could give me another opinion on something.” He leans into my personal space conspiratorially and I raise my eyebrow in a silent question. ‘Mmmh he smells really good too. Why, God, why? Ugh, that low tone of voice is driving me insane.’

“Do you believe in the existence of extraterrestrials?” The women around me giggle and I blink at him slowly. ‘What the fuck kind of question is that?’ I draw myself up to full height - don’t you dare laugh - thankful that I wore my heels today and gather the few braincells I have left that are not occupied with wondering how that broad chest would feel under my fingers.

“Logically, I would have to say No. Given the distances needed to travel from the far reaches of space, the energy requirements would exceed a spacecraft’s capabilities.” I can tell that my answer somewhat surprises him but he’s not done yet.

“But there are obviously unexplained phenomena out there, now when convention and science offer us no answers might we not finally turn to the fantastic as a plausibility?”

‘What I find fantastic is your ass in those jeans…’. “What I find fantastic is any notion that there are answers beyond the realm of science. The answers are there, you just have to know where to look!” The other moms watch our argument as if they’re watching a tennis game.

He flashes me a wry grin. “That’s why they put the ‘I’ in FBI.” ‘Huh, so he’s with the Feds? I wonder where he keeps his gun. Well, I know where I’d check first but… Okay that’s enough. I wonder how many Hail Mary’s Father George will make me say for what’s going on inside my head.

Felix comes running down the stairs at this moment and wraps his arms around his dad’s legs. “Well thank you for this fantastic point of view, I’ll see you tomorrow ladies. Miss Scully.” He tips his imaginary hat to us and walks Felix back to the car. The little boy turns and waves at me, briefly. I smile and wave back.

My mood has miraculously improved during this odd bit of conversation and I bid the PTA moms goodbye as well, walking over to my bike to head home.

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[Felix]

“Hey dad, what did you and Miss Scully talk about back there?” I need to know. Please don’t let it be something embarrassing. Dad smiles at me in the rear view mirror.

“I asked her if she believed in aliens!”

“Noooo DAD, please tell me you didn’t!” ‘This is even worse than I thought. Can I give him up for adoption?’Dad shrugs his shoulders.

“She was having a pretty bad day, I just wanted to cheer her up. I think I did a pretty good job, too, she did smile at the end didn’t she?” Okay that is kind of sweet and yes she did, maybe I’ll keep him after all. I decide to change the subject.

“Dad, can we go to a soccer game sometime?” I just found out at recess today that our school has a soccer team and I really want to see that game. There’s another reason, too, but I keep this bit of information to myself.

“Sure, just tell me when!”

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[ FM ]

During the week, I’m treated to various stories from Felix’s school day on the car ride home, but his favorite daily segment of the Felix Show is “Dad, Do You Know What Miss Scully Did Or Said Today?” I’m bat-shit crazy about her too, so I get where he’s coming from, but he’s downright obsessed and I worry that this kind of attachment is not healthy for a kid.

I talk this over with our therapist on Thursday, in a one-on-one session and she thinks that maybe because he lacks an emotionally available mother, he looked for a suitable substitute and found it in his teacher. I shouldn’t worry too much about it, she’s sure when it’s too much, that the teacher is capable of handling the situation. She also promised to talk to Felix next time, to maybe tone it down just a little.

Our time is up before I can tell her about my own concerns about this situation. How I’d like to ask her out on a date but I don’t know if I should because I don’t want my son to get hurt in the process. I’m too inexperienced in dating to know the proper ways to handle this and frankly, the thought of getting back into dating terrifies me a little too. Okay maybe a lot. Felix is not the only one who has been scarred by the divorce.

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[ Felix ]

“Dad! Do we have any glitter glue in the house?”

It’s Thursday night and I’ve been working on my project for hours, wanting to get it just right. I had asked dad to write out a text for an invitation for me and I copied it onto the paper carefully. Pleased, I look at the two invitations I made, I can’t wait to hand them out. I really really hope they’ll accept the invite. My dad’s voice is getting louder while he talks, he’s coming upstairs. He enters my room and looks over my shoulder.

“Yeah, it’s in one of the drawers in the office. Tell me again why you’re making extra invitations when we had official ones made this week?” For someone who spends the whole day at work getting into other people’s heads, he’s not very good at understanding people.

“Because I reallywant them to come, dad! They’re my special guests!”

“Well, if there’s glitter glue, they won’t be able to say no! You did a really good job, Felix.”

“I hope so, dad. I’m pretty sad that mom’s out of the country and grandma can’t make it either.” He strokes a hand over my head.

“I know, son. I’m sorry!”

Chapter 14 - Last Chance For Spotting A Rainbow

Notes:

I stole some lines from the pilot. Please don’t sue. They’re just too good. Asdldlgdf

Also, the scene in the beginning is not entirely made up, a version of it happened to me last year.

[imagine-loki]

Stitching The Wounds, Chapter 13

TITLE: Stitching The Wounds CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: Chapter 13 AUTHOR: fanficshiddles ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine Loki and Kilgrave are Alphas and feel a spark with the same omega. RATING: M

Loki woke up one morning to Leona biting his back really hard. He groaned and reached back to try and grab her, but she managed to squirm out of his reach.

‘Come here, you little minx.’ He growled and turned over just as she started scooting out of bed.

She managed to avoid his grasp and she ran out of the room, butt naked and giggling as she ran. Loki leapt out of bed and ran after her, chasing her down the hall.

She was about to run into the safety of her own room, but Kilgrave walked out of the bathroom at the right time and she ran right into him before she got to her room. He chuckled when he saw Loki chasing her, so he wrapped his arms tightly around her so she couldn’t move.

‘What did she do?’ He asked knowingly with a smirk.

‘Nothing!’ She said quickly.

‘She bit me.’ Loki growled as he approached and took hold of her from Kilgrave.

‘Noooo!’ Leona squealed as Loki threw her over his shoulder and carried her back to the bedroom.

Kilgrave saw the bite mark on his back, making him chuckle. It looked quite a sore one. She had become quite bitey and scratchy since they claimed her. She enjoyed marking them just as much, or maybe even more, than they enjoyed marking her.

Loki carried her back to his bedroom, tossed her on the bed and then crawled on over the top of her.

‘Put your hands up above your head, do not move them.’ He said firmly, gripping her chin. But she grabbed at his forearm instead.

‘Make. Me.’ She smirked cheekily.

Loki narrowed his eyes at her. Oh the game was on. He wrapped a hand around her neck, just above her collar and he squeezed just tight enough for her eyes to flutter as he took control of her breathing.

‘Do as you’re told, doll.’ He growled, his other hand slipped down her body and he pinched her inner thigh, to get her legs to widen. Instead of gently stroking her, he slapped her cunt. Making her gasp, as much as she could anyway with his strong hand constricting her airway.

She reluctantly raised her hands up above her and grabbed hold of one of the bars on the headboard. Loki released her neck and stopped slapping her cunt, instead he started stroking her softly and he kissed her on the lips.

‘Good girl. See, isn’t it much better when you behave?’ He purred, dipping a finger into her wetness before dragging it up across her clit.

Instead of answering, she just grunted in response and threw her head back. Making Loki chuckle as he slowly teased her and made use of her exposed neck, kissing and suckling on her skin.

Kilgrave was watching from the doorway, a big grin on his face. He was growing hard in his trousers but he had an interview soon, so didn’t want to mess up his clothes now he was showered and ready.

Loki had to get to work soon too. So he wasn’t able to take his time and tease her like he really wanted to do. But he had a better idea instead.

He slipped two fingers into Leona’s cunt, curling them deliciously against her g spot, slowly fingering her for a while. When she bucked up against him and moaned, that’s when he removed his fingers. He brought them up to her mouth and slipped them between her lips.

‘Clean my fingers, little omega.’ He demanded.

She did as he said, but also nibbled his fingers too. Earning a glare from him, but he smirked.

‘That’s it, darling. Now, you’re going to behave today and providing you don’t pleasure yourself at all today, we will make sure you get plenty of orgasms tonight.’ He said as he sat up straight over her.

Her eyes almost bulged out. ‘What? You’re not going to make me cum?’ She whined.

‘No time, doll. I need to get to work. It won’t do you any harm to learn some delayed gratification. And don’t even think about touching yourself, because I will know. Unless Kilgrave thinks you deserve it, then he will pleasure you later.’ Loki glanced over his shoulder to him and he nodded in agreement.

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Leona was in a huff during breakfast. Loki had worked her right up and now she was left hanging. But she had a plan.

Loki kissed her goodbye and told her to behave before leaving for work. Then not long after, Kilgrave had to go for his interview.

‘Get your coat on, pet. We need to get going in a minute.’ He said as he put on his suit jacket.

‘What? I don’t need to go with you.’ She frowned.

Kilgrave smirked and chuckled. ‘Oh no, darling. You are not staying here alone, not today. I know exactly what you will do as soon as I’m out the door. And as Loki said, you aren’t allowed any pleasure until later if you’re good.’

Leona groaned and let her head fall down on the table on front of her. So much for her plan…

‘You’ve got ten seconds to go get your jacket on. Or you’ll be getting a spanking before we go, don’t think there’s not time for that first.’ He said firmly.

She knew there was no arguing with him so she slipped off the chair and went to get ready. She didn’t take long and then they were heading out. Kilgrave had booked a taxi since Loki had the car. He planned to get his own car as soon as he got a job. He was hopeful for the interview today, it was to work in the local hospital which would be ideal location wise.

‘Are you nervous?’ She asked on the ride there. She was sat in the middle right next to him, his hand was firmly on her knee.

Kilgrave chuckled. ‘A little bit.’

‘Really? I didn’t think Alphas got nervous.’ She said, surprised.

‘Of course we do. We are still humans, after all.’

‘But you’ve done so much incredible things already, surely this would be a walk in the park for you?’ She looked up at him.

He smiled and gently gripped her chin, brushing his thumb across her lower lip. ‘I have, but it’s still a little nerve wracking. I really want to get this job, it would be perfect. The pay is excellent and the hours would be ideal.’

‘Do you miss working? I know it’s been a little while.’ She asked.

‘I do, in a way. Usually, it helps to keep me calm and focused. I often struggle when between jobs or projects. Though I must say, this time has been exceptionally easy as I’ve had a rather mischievous little omega to look after and discipline.’ He winked at her and kissed her softly, making her giggle against his lips.

‘Well, if it’s any consolation I think you’ll do great. I bet you’ll knock the rest of them out the park.’ She said seriously, resting her head against his shoulder.

Kilgrave put his hand back on her knee and gave her a squeeze. ‘Thank you, pet. Having you with me is all the support I need.’ He said as he kissed the top of her head.

They arrived at the hospital five minutes later. Kilgrave held Leona’s hand while they weaved in and out of the many hospital corridors until they got to the neurology department.

‘You wait here, pet. Hopefully I won’t be too long. Here’s some money if you want something to eat and drink from the vending machine.’ He handed her some cash and motioned to the machine just down the corridor.

‘Good luck.’ She gave him a hug and reached up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek before he went off into the interview room.

Leona waited a while before going down to the vending machine. She got a can of coke and then a Twix bar. But the Twix got stuck right at the end, just hanging over the edge.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me.’ Just like me today, left hanging on the edge. She thought with a groan.

‘Can I help?’ A man asked, she turned around and smiled.

‘I dunno. My Twix is stuck.’ She huffed, pointing at the machine.

The guy had a look and he tried shaking the vending machine a few times, but that didn’t work. So he put in some more money and pressed the right buttons to get her Twix to fall. He reached in and grabbed it, then handed it over to her.

‘There you go. It’s so annoying when that happens.’ He smiled.

‘Thank you. I didn’t have enough change left over.’ Leona smiled back at the kind man.

‘Just pass it on next time someone else is in trouble.’ He laughed.

‘I will do.’ She nodded. ‘Than’ She was cut off when suddenly a very strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her in tightly. ‘Kilgrave!’ She gasped as she looked up, she hadn’t expected him to be done so soon.

‘Everything alright?’ He asked, his tone slightly clipped as he glared at the strange man.

‘Yeah, he was just helping me as my Twix got stuck.’

‘Was he now?’ Kilgrave asked, narrowing his eyes at him.

‘I’ll be going now.’ The poor guy said nervously as he stepped away.

‘Thanks again!’ Leona quickly called to him as he scurried away. She looked up at Kilgrave again. ‘What was that about?’

‘You can’t trust strangers.’ Kilgrave growled, his arm still around her in a steel-like grip.

‘He was just being nice and helping me.’ Leona sighed. ‘Besides, I could smell he was a beta!’

Kilgrave’s jaw clenched.

‘Kilgrave, he was just being helpful. Please, calm down… I’m yours and Loki’s. My collar is clearly on display and I reek of yours and Loki’s scent. Do you really think I’d be interested in a puny beta anyway?’

A slight smirk pulled at Kilgrave’s lips. ‘I guess not.’

‘Exactly.’ She wrapped her arms around him and hugged into him, enjoying his scent as she buried her nose into his shirt. ‘How did the interview go?’

‘It went really well, I think. They said I’ll hear by the end of the day if I have the job or not.’ He smiled and rubbed her back.

‘We should go home and celebrate then! I know exactly how to celebrate!’ She said excitedly, fluttering her eyelashes up at him.

Kilgrave chuckled and tapped her nose. ‘You heard what Loki said. No pleasure for you until he’s home this evening.’ He said firmly.

‘He said if I was good you could pleasure me.’ She whined.

‘He did. But that’s not happening, you’ll have to wait until he’s home too.’ He smirked.

She groaned in annoyance, making Kilgrave laugh.

‘Come on, pet. Let’s go home.’ He slipped his arm around her middle and led her out of the hospital, back to the taxi.

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Leona was SO horny by the time Loki came home late afternoon.

She practically pounced on him when he came through the door. She begged her two Alphas to fuck her.

‘Has she been good today?’ Loki asked Kilgrave.

‘Exceptionally.’ Kilgrave smirked.

She had been on her best behaviour. Doing whatever Kilgrave said instantly, being overly helpful and sweet. She wasn’t risking not getting a good fucking, not when she was so desperate for release after being teased in the morning.

So to her delight, they took her upstairs to play before dinner.

Kilgrave took his phone up with him, as he was still waiting for the call from the hospital about the job. Whether he was going to be getting it or not.

Leona was in utter heaven. On her hands and knees, with Loki pounding into her cunt from behind, his hands groping her breasts as they swung underneath her with his every thrust. Kilgrave was kneeling on front of her, holding her hair tightly as she sucked his cock.

She’d already came twice already, she was so wet around Loki’s cock. It was like a slip and slide down there.

She moaned around Kilgrave’s cock when Loki’s knot pushed into her, swelling wonderfully on her g spot. Pushing her into a continuous wave of pleasure.

It was that point that Kilgrave’s phone rang, just as he was so close himself. Leona could tell by the way his cock started to twitch on her tongue.

‘I… I really need to take this.’ He grunted, stilling his hips from thrusting into her mouth. ‘Keep quiet.’

He reached over and grabbed his phone, answering it as professionally as he possibly could with his cock shoved down his omegas throat.

But Leona felt mischievous, she started sucking him with more vigour, swallowing around his cock. His knot was starting to swell outside her lips.

Loki had the same idea. He was still throbbing inside her cunt and spilling his load into her. But he slid a hand down underneath her and rubbed over her clit, making her whine loudly around Kilgrave’s cock. Setting off a chain reaction as Kilgrave had to cover up a moan when he started spurting hotly down her throat.

‘That’s… wonderful… thank you… See you Monday.’ Kilgrave said quickly through gritted teeth. Then he couldn’t hang up quick enough. He tossed his phone down and let out a big moan as he finished cumming down Leona’s throat.

‘You are both so dead.’ He panted, sliding his fingers through Leona’s hair, tugging her off him once he was finished cumming.

Loki chuckled wickedly and nibbled on Leona’s shoulder.

‘I’m guessing it was good news?’ Loki asked after taking a moment to control himself. But being swollen inside of his omega was highly distracting.

Even though Kilgrave was finished, Leona was on such a high from Loki’s knot throbbing inside her, she couldn’t resist licking Kilgrave’s cock clean, including around his knot and his balls. That made him continue to leak for a while, which was all the more for her to lick clean.

Kilgrave was struggling to keep his thoughts together. ‘I got the job.’ He managed to say eventually, gathering his thoughts together.

‘That’s good news.’ Loki hummed, moving slightly and making his knot tug against Leona, causing her to whimper in pleasure.

‘It… Is.’ Leona whined, looking up at him with a big smile.

‘We should have some celebratory drinks after dinner.’ Loki suggested, sliding his hands up to squeeze at Leona’s breasts again. God, her Alphas were driving her insane tonight.

‘Sounds good… If I survive from our little minx licking me like this.’ Kilgrave growled, glancing down as Leona continued licking him.  

She giggled in response, feeling drunk already, but on orgasms.

[juliandev0rak]

You’re The Reason I’m Leaving

Chapter Three of I’m Your Villain

Words: 3063

Warnings: mentions of death, murder, all the usual things for a story about an assassin

The weather has turned from sun to pouring rain in the span of an hour, and Cadmus paces his room in a dour mood. 

There are a few hours till nightfall when he needs to leave for Greythal, and he’s trying to strategize and pack his saddle bag but the incessant sound of the rain is too distracting. It’s giving him a headache and he could really use a nap, or a drink, but he has no time for either. 

His pacing stops abruptly as he feels a presence at his back and he turns to see his door swing open soundlessly. It’s nearly impossible to sneak up on him after years of honing his instincts, and even his brother who has magical abilities that allow him to fade into invisibility can’t pass unnoticed.

“Come to see me off, then?” Cadmus smirks, taking in the sight of his younger brother leaning against the doorframe. Alastor looks expressionless as always, his demeanor cold as the icy color of his skin. The Durand family are all blonde, but Alastor’s hair is white. 

Alastor takes a step into the room and Cadmus resists the urge to take a step back to distance himself from his brother. Alastor smiles, a look that reminds Cadmus of his father in its unnaturalness. “I wouldn’t be so happy if I were you, Cadmus. This isn’t an ordinary mission.” 

Cadmus scoffs,“You’re just upset that father sent me instead of you.”

“No. I have missions of my own, far more important ones.” Alastor walks over to the window, peering outside with disdain.

“I doubt that, but since you’ve clearly come here to gloat about it- do tell me how important you are.” Cadmus rolls his eyes and turns back to the bag he’d been packing. If he has to stand here and listen to Alastor, he can at least do something more useful with his time.

“You have no clue, do you?” Alastor’s tone has gone even colder, his anger turning on like a light. Cadmus has the same temper, but while he’s fire- Alastor is all ice

“No clue about what?”

“You’re easily replaceable, if you fail someone will rise up to take your place.” Alastor sounds like he’s reciting the words from memory. “Father once told me that when you die there won't even be a funeral, you won’t get a burial. He said ‘Why would we make a monument to Cadmus’ failure?’ When you die it will be as if you never existed.” 

Cadmus laughs, this is nothing he hasn’t heard before. “Well, I suppose it’s a good thing I’d like to be cremated then! Makes things easier for all of us.” He crosses the room to where his brother stands staring at the rain. “Now, did you have a point to make or did you just come here to be an asshole? I’m a bit busy if you haven’t noticed.”

Alastor scoffs and turns to face his brother, his expression returned to blank stone. “Good luck then, brother.” The way he says the word is like a curse.

Instead of using the door, Alastor turns towards the stone wall and walks through it as if it wasn’t there. Another of his fancy magic tricks. Their mother had always favored Alastor, she’d taught him all of the magic she knows and as he’d risen in power he’d also risen as a threat. He’s only a few years younger than Cadmus, but Cadmus knows he wants the throne.

Cadmus doesn’t care much for ruling. He thinks being the Comte would be boring, too much administration, not enough action. But it’s his right as the eldest and he’ll be damned if he lets his creepy shit of a little brother take it from him. Alastor is clearly willing to kill for the position, and Cadmus doesn’t doubt he’ll strike when the opportunity arises. So he keeps his guard up, not trusting even the stones around him. 

Cadmus has got one more goodbye, and he’s saved the most important for last. His sister’s room is down the hall from his, around a winding corner where guards are always posted. Despite his cruelty, Daphne is the Comte’s favorite child by far. She’s kept in her gilded cage, only to be released some day when the perfect suitor arrives.

Before Cadmus can even raise his hand to knock on the door it swings open, revealing the excited face of his younger sister. She opens the door for him to enter and he takes in the sight of her room, drawn in by the color and vibrancy. Every wall is covered in paintings she’s done, and every window sill is full of plants. It’s her one sanctuary in this desolate place and though the room feels just as cold as the rest of the castle, it’s full of Daphne’s warmth.

“What did father say?” Daphne asks, pulling Cadmus further in so she can shut the door behind him.

Cadmus sighs, not wanting to disappoint her. “I’m afraid I have bad news. He wouldn’t budge.” 

“Noooo.” Daphne puts her head in her hands dramatically and Cadmus would laugh if he didn’t hear real despair in her voice. “When do you have to leave again?” 

“Tonight. But perhaps once Greythal has been secured father will be less worried about your safety. I’m sorry Daph.” 

Daphne heaves a heavy sigh that seems to reveal the weight of the world resting on her shoulders. “I’ll survive, I always do. I have my books at least.” 

“Don’t be too hard on Clarisse while I’m gone,” Cadmus says, thinking of the old woman who had been his governess and is now Daphne’s. She’d been strict, but kinder than his own mother had ever been. Or at least more present, which has to count for something,

“You should tell Clarisse not to be too hard on me! She’s practically made my fingers bleed with all the needlepoint she’s been forcing on me.” Daphne scowls, rubbing her fingertips together as if remembering the pain of a needle prick. “I want to learn to fight like you, or do magic! Anything would be more useful than sitting indoors all day. Mother says I’m too dull for magic but she’s never even tried to teach me!” 

“She said I was too dull for magic too.” Cadmus laughs, “And trust me, you don’t want to learn to fight.” 

“I think I’d look quite imposing with a sword.” Daphne strikes a pose, lifting her hand up as if she’s holding a weapon. Cadmus laughs at the sight of her, over a foot shorter than him and wearing a very impractical gown. She turns towards him angrily. “Nobody lets me do anything!” 

“We’re simply trying to protect you, Daph. It’s safer inside the walls.” Cadmus reaches a hand out towards her shoulder but she shoves it away. 

“I’d rather die than spend another day trapped in this drafty old castle.” Daphne crosses her arms and looks at him defiantly. It’s the same facial expression Cadmus wears when he’s pouting and while he thinks she’s being a bit dramatic, he understands the sentiment.

Cadmus sighs, unsure how to console her. “One day when you’re the Comtess or when you’ve married some handsome duke you’ll be able to see the world, but for now it’s safest for you here. You just have to be patient.” 

“Now you sound like father. I thought you were on my side.” Daphne frowns and he notices a sudden mist of tears cloud her blue eyes.

It’s gone from a casual conversation to actual emotions, and though this is his little sister, the person he’s closest too in the world, Cadmus still has no idea how to handle tears. She watches him for a moment as a tear runs down her cheek and then turns away, hiding her face from him. He doesn’t know what to do but he doesn’t want her to hide things like he does, he doesn’t think he even has the ability to cry at this point.

“Daph,” Cadmus hesitates, then pulls her into a hug. She buries her head in his shoulder and though she’s silent, he can feel her shoulders shaking and the sleeve of his coat getting wet. 

“Come back, please,” Daphne pleads, her voice muffled against his coat.“You have to come back. Don’t leave me here.” 

Cadmus sighs, understanding her outburst more clearly now. It isn’t just being cooped up inside that’s bothering her, it’s him leaving. She doesn’t know exactly what he does when he’s gone on missions, but she knows it’s dangerous. He’s come back injured before, been left bed-ridden or worse for days, but she doesn’t know how close he’s been to dying.

“Don’t I always come back?” Cadmus says, trying to be comforting. Daphne pushes back from his shoulder to look at him, her eyes red from crying. 

“But what if you don’t,” She sniffles.

“I will, Daphne, I promise.” Cadmus doesn’t like to make promises he doesn’t know he can keep, but he’s always come back before. 

“I just know Alastor will be a terror while you’re gone.” She frowns, angrily wiping away tears. 

“He’s always a terror. Just threaten him with one of your embroidery needles, that’ll scare him off,” Cadmus jokes. Daphne gives him a hint of a smile and pulls back from the hug, reaching into her pocket to pull out a needle. 

“En garde!” She says, brandishing the needle forward towards Cadmus. He lets her tap his arm with the needle and then dramatically puts his hand to his heart. “Oh no! You got me!” He fake swoons, falling to the floor in a heap as Daphne bursts into laughter. After a moment she holds out her hand to help him up and Cadmus pulls her down instead, causing her to burst into giggles again. When they both calm down Daphne sits up, leaning against the wall as she looks at Cadmus.

“If you don’t come back I’ll track you down and kill you myself.” She looks at him very gravely, and though the words are humorous, he doesn’t doubt she’d try.

“You sound more like a Durand every day,” Cadmus laughs.

“And bring me back a present,” She says imperiously, with the tone of someone who has never been denied anything in her life. Which is pretty much the truth.

“Yep, definitely a Durand.” Cadmus reaches out to ruffle her hair and she pulls away with an annoyed noise. “I’ll bring you back a flower.” 

It’s tradition that he always brings her something new for her botanical journal. He picks the prettiest flower he can find on his journey, whichever flower he thinks she’d like the best. Daphne catalogues the pressed flowers in her journal. and each entry is complete with a drawing and a label. Sometimes he brings her duplicates on accident, but she’s always just as pleased. 

He gives her one last hug goodbye and then he’s off to find Agatha who is probably busy hunting mice. By the time his familiar’s been located the sun has begun to set and it’s time to leave. As he’s saddling his horse he looks up at the castle one last time. Silhouetted in the late afternoon light is his mother, standing in the window of the tallest tower.

Her private library and workshop are up there, it’s where he used to take magic lessons before she decided he was useless at it. He’s not allowed up there anymore, not that he minds. The tower also serves as a torture chamber for enemies unlucky enough to be brought in alive. Or for Durand sons who misbehave.

Cadmus turns away from the tower and his mother’s keen eyes and gets on his horse. There’s no use thinking about the past when he’s got the present to focus on.

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It’s a two day ride to Greythal through some of the ugliest landscape Cadmus has ever seen.

He likes the ocean views of Avronne, the way the cliff sides are both beautiful and deadly, covered in plants and trees which cling to life along their edges. The road to Greythal is all pasture and cows and manure. The city itself is on the coast, but the road there is anything but a trip to the seaside.

It rains the entire night, and when Cadmus stops to rest the next morning he’s thoroughly drenched and grateful for the weak sunlight coming through the clouds. He sleeps fitfully beneath a tree, his instincts on edge in case he’s seen from the road. He wishes he had someone here to take watch shifts, but working alone is safer. He’ll take sleep deprivation over a knife in the back from a traitorous partner.

Cadmus isn’t entirely alone at least. His horse Alecto is very dependable, and although Cadmus wouldn’t admit it- she’s a very good listener as well. He talks to her, and Agatha, as he rides. He tells them about the landscape, about his family, about how he sometimes wishes he could simply relax. Animals are good confidants, they can’t tell his secrets to anyone nor can they try to give him advice or lecture him like another person would. 

The trip passes quickly, the landscape blurring together from rain and boredom. When he reaches the outskirts of Greythal on the morning of the party he stops to disguise himself and his horse, enchanting his hair brunette and his white horse spotted brown. He doesn’t intend to be seen by anyone, but it's a necessary precaution. He rides as close as he can get to the castle then continues on foot.

Cadmus surveys the area, looking for a path through the woods so he can avoid the road when he makes his escape later. He finds a well worn path in the dirt and commits the spot to memory. When he returns to his horse he finds Agatha coiling around Alecto’s neck. The horse doesn’t seem to mind the fact that a very deadly snake is in close proximity, Agatha poses no threat unless Cadmus instructs her to bite. 

She’s his best tool of the trade, stealthier than he is despite her large size, and deadlier too. One bite from Agatha, or one drop of her venom which Cadmus keeps in a vial, can kill a person in under 15 minutes. He’s built up a tolerance to various poisons over the course of his training, hardly anything can kill him but a blade alone, yet Agatha’s poison would be too strong even for him.

Normally he doesn’t bring her along on his assignments. She’s nearly twelve feet long and isn’t exactly the easiest to travel with, but he’d had a gut feeling to bring her this time- and he always trusts his instincts. 

Right now his instincts are telling him to run a perimeter around the castle to see what he’s dealing with. So he does just that, creeping through the underbrush of the woods until he reaches the low stone wall surrounding the castle on the hill. It’s an imposing building, larger than his family's castle. Greythal is a wealthy kingdom while Avronne is a smaller, if more powerful, city state. 

Avronne is small but mighty, the seat of a power that reaches far beyond the city walls- that’s what the Comte says at least.

Agatha scouts ahead of him, her movements silent despite the loose brush she slithers through. If something is amiss she’ll alert him. Cadmus keeps his eyes turned towards the castle, watching for the movement of guards. He rounds east towards the back of the castle where he’ll find the princess’ window. Sure enough, a blackthorn tree sits beneath an illuminated window as Xiphos had said it would. 

Cadmus takes in the vines which cling to the stone walls, likely strong enough to help him climb up. He tries to calculate how quickly he thinks he can climb it, his guess is around a minute, maybe less if he can get good footholds.

He considers hopping over the stone wall to enter the grounds for a better look when Agatha hisses at him in alarm. He instantly looks up, seeing a small figure he hadn't noticed waving at him. The figure stands from the bench they’d been sitting on beneath the tree and approaches his spot behind the wall, he’s been spotted. 

“Fuck. Agatha, hide.” He uses the blade of his sword to inspect his reflection, satisfied that he doesn’t look like himself. Agatha slithers into the underbrush, close enough to defend Cadmus if need be. He considers running, but that would be even more suspicious, and as the figure approaches it’s clear that this is a child. He draws his dagger all the same, just in case.

“Who are you?” Calls the child, a young girl around his sister’s age. He takes in her clothing- expensive, perfectly clean, she must be a noble then. Cadmus doesn’t respond, waiting for the girl to explain herself instead. “Are you here for my birthday party?”

It’s then that he realizes the crown on her head, this is the princess. 

He really should run. Instead he stays, stuck to the spot as he takes in the information that he’s been sent here to kill a child. That’s new for him. He’d known she was young- but this girl can’t be older than sixteen. 

“My mother said there are lots of guests coming, are you a guest?” The princess asks. She’s blonde, and Cadmus has to blink hard to rid himself of the image of Daphne. She’s so trusting, so naive, so stupid to approach a stranger with no guards around to protect her.

Cadmus should kill her now while she’s all alone and he has the chance. He can kill her painlessly, so quickly that she’ll barely even feel it. 

Instead he asks, “What’s your name?” 

“You don’t know who I am?” She laughs, taking a step closer to the stone wall that separates them. Cadmus grips his weapon more tightly, but he still can’t make his hand move. “My name is Melia. What’s yours?”

He opens his mouth as if to answer but his body finally catches up to his brain. Cadmus runs. He doesn’t stop until he’s deep in the woods and as far from the girl as he can get. 

He certainly hadn’t planned for this.

[weasleysprincess]

Summary: Charlie decides that pepper isn’t the only child you have, the dragon lover decides to “adopt” the runt of dragon litter. Pt2 of the camp healer and Charlie.. was inspired by @jillys-feral-fandoms blurb about a dragon getting in Charlie’s work bag and his s/o fearing dragons. Check her blog out she’s amazing 💖

Warnings: implied smut a few times, cussing, little argument nothing bad. Charlie being a prev at the end, sorta humorous.

Living with Charlie was wonderful and exciting, honestly don’t miss my cabin next door. Waking up wrapped around the redhead every morning, making breakfast together on weekends, watching Pepper scream at Charlie to get her food. Charlie would groan every time because Pepper had almost a full bowl, she just liked annoying her daddy.

“Good morning, babygirl”, Charlie pulled me into his chest. “Mhmp, morning”, I groaned, mornings weren’t not my strong suit. “Do you really have to leave me today?”, I asked the redhead from his chest. “Yes baby, I do” Charlie kissed my head, rolling out of bed. I sighed, watching him enter the bathroom. Pepper started meowing at Charlie soon as he left the bathroom. “Let me kiss mama, okay? Then I’ll feed you”, Charlie said, bending down. “Love you baby girl, be back soon”, Charlie kissed my lips and forehead. “Love you too, pump-“ I said but pepper screamed at the redhead. We laughed, Charlie rubbed my tummy before leaving.

I felt something lay on my left boob as I moved over to Charlie’s side. Something bumped its head against mine. “Hi baby, did daddy give it breakfast?”, I smiled as pepper snuggled into my chest and closed her blue eyes. “What’s a few more minutes, Peppy”?” I grinned. Few more minutes turned to 2 o’clock in the afternoon, I shot up, making pepper fall into the bed with a meow. “Pep, it’s 2 o’clock! Why did you let me sleep this long?”, I jumped out of bed. “Charlie is gonna kill me. You damn cat!” I threw a pair of leggings and Charlie’s quidditch practice shirt on.

“Hey baby! C’mere”, Charlie shut the door behind him. “Hey stranger” I stood on my tip toes to kiss him. Charlie picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist. “You’re home early”, I mumbled into his shoulder. “Is that a problem? Got your girlfriend tied up in bed”, Charlie winked. “Is that why you’re home early?”, I grinned. Charlie blushed but sat me down, “Would have done that before I left this morning. Put shoes on and meet me outside”, Charlie playfully smacked my ass.

“Where are you taking me, Charles?”, I groaned. “You’ll see, love bug”, Charlie smiled. Finally got the dragon reserve, “Charlie?” I asked as he pulled me into his side. Charlie stopped as we got to Mike, who had a litter of dragons around him. “Hey, Y/n” Mike looked up. “Hi Mike”, I replied. “Come here love”, Charlie sat down and crossed his legs. I rolled my eyes, “Yes” Mike laughed as he handed Charlie a tiny light blue dragon. “Here love, hold him” Charlie looked at me. “Don’t want to”, I stubbed up. I could tell the dragon was different, but I wanted to be stubborn. “Hold the little guy, he’s tiny”, Charlie whined. “Fine”, I sighed, grabbing the dragon’s bottom. He instantly cuddled into my chest, “Hi there”, I said.

Charlie came back, the dragon and I were playing. “Peek a boo”, I took my hands off of my eyes, grinning. “Where did he go?” “There him is”, I picked him up and kissed his head. “Does he have a name yet?”, I asked Charlie. My boyfriend shook his head. “Oh that will not do! You need a name, Peanut”, I smiled. Charlie was smiling ear to ear, “You’ve warmed up to each other, I see”, Charlie sat behind me with his legs stretched out. “Still don’t know why you drug me here”, I said. “For you guys to meet” Charlie said. “I’ve met litters before, Charl”, I giggled. “Well he’s our child, Y/n. You needed to meet your son”, Charlie pulled me into his arms. I smiled, “You Charlie Weasley are the only person I would adopt a baby dragon with. Do you have any ideas for your son’s possible name?”, I kissed him.

“Hades?”, I asked. The dragon looked up at me and made a cooing sound. “Guess he likes it, baby” Charlie grinned. “Guess he does. Hi Hades” I smiled at the blue dragon. “Can we bring him home?”, I whined. “No, baby he has to stay here”, Charlie said. “I can’t leave our child, he needs me Charlie!”, I pouted. “Baby, come on”, Charlie held his hand out for me. “Piss off, I’m not leaving Hades alone”, I sassed. “Y/n, now”, Charlie sighed. I shook my head and sat down with Hades. “Pepper needs to be walked and fed before bed, come on”, Charlie said. “Pepper is asleep I guarantee you”, I scoffed. “Mike!”, Charlie yelled. “No” I whined. “Who am I grabbing?” Mike walked in, smiling at the scene in front of him. “Hades. It’s gonna be a fight to get her out of here”, Charlie looked down at me. I stuck my tongue out at him, “Mike, you wouldn’t take a mother’s baby away from her would you?” Mike stopped in his tracks. Oh fucker is an easy one. “Well, it’s his bedtime. And his siblings are gonna wonder where he is at”, Mike said. “He needs his human mommy more” I said innocently. “You can come see him tomorrow, as long as you want”, Mike said. “Y/n Y/m/n, you can come see him tomorrow. He needs his sleep, I love you but come on”, Charlie sighed, coming over picking me up. “Noooo! My child!” I whined as Charlie threw me over his shoulder. “Hades, momma loves you! Put me down!”, I punched Charlie’s back. “Y/n, get a grip” “I hate you! Take me back to my child, Charles Weasley!”, I screamed.

I got out of the shower, Charlie was propped up at the headboard. Shirtless with red flannel bottoms, “Hi Kitten! How was your shower?” “Don’t you kitten me! I’m mad at you”, I pouted. An idea popped in my head, teasing and a silent treatment. I threw my towel down and went to get night clothes. Grabbing a white friffly pj set, no underwear. I got dressed and combed my hair out. Putting lotion on, my leg was on the bed near Charlie. “It’s not gonna work, love”, Charlie tried to grab my calf but I moved in time. Fluffing my pillows, I finally got in bed. Pepper jumped up on the bed, laying on my shoulder.

“Fuck me! I’ll take you to see your son before you go in tomorrow. Just please talk to me”, Charlie said, playing with a strand of hair. I gave in, “Thank you! Goodnight” I knew Charlie was grinning, “Goodnight, Princess. I love you”, Charlie lent over pepper to kiss my cheek. Pepper got down and I moved into Charlie’s side. Laying on his chest as he wrapped his arms around me. “I love you” “Baby?” “Yes Charles?” “Don’t think I’m gonna let your teasing go under the rug”, Charlie laid his hand on my ass. “Let me sleep for a few, okay? Horn dog”, I sighed, he really had to finish that book Bill sent to him. “Lil Charlie might sleep until 4am, we’ll see”, Charlie kneaded my ass. “Go to sleep, jackass” I threw his hand off my ass, secretly smirking.

[oboevallis]

Hey! Can you do one in which Lizzie is in Seattle and Amelia has an event with Link so she’s not going but Lizzie tells her to go and she babysits? Mostly focused on Amelia and Lizzie and Scout and Lizzie? Thanks

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thank you so much for the prompt!!! i hope this okay and makes sense, i appreciate everyone who reads my work SO SO SO SO much i can’t even express, i hope everyone’s doing well and staying safe

“Okay, I’ll be back soon. I’ve gotta get Lizzie from the airport. Did you tell Bailey we won’t be able to make it to the dinner?” Amelia asked as she grabbed her purse and keys making her way to the door.

“Nope, I forgot. I’m on it though, no worries.”

“Thank you, I’ll be back in a little while. Scout may need a bottle when he wakes up there’s some milk in the fridge for him.”

“Alright see you in a little bit.” Link said as he flipped through a sports magazine.

“One more thing, unload the dishwasher please?” Amelia asked as she opened the door.

“Sure thing.”

“If I get back and it’s not unloaded your gonna be in trouble.”

“Really?” This perked Link up and he turned to face his girlfriend. “What kind of trouble?”

“Just unload the dishwasher.” Amelia laughed as she locked the door behind her.

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“God, the coffee really is so much better in Seattle.” Lizzie chuckled as her and her sister sat in a park.

“That is factual.” Amelia laughed along with her sister. “Are you nervous for your presentation?”

“Of course not, I’ve done presentations at conferences for years. A lot longer than you.”

“Just asking.” Amelia put her hands up defensively.

“I’m not only here for the conference there’s something we need to talk about.”

“And that is?” Amelia asked starting to get nervous, she could tell by the preface of the statement it wasn’t going to be anything good.

“Mom hasn’t updated her will since Derek’s died.”

“What, why?”

“I don’t know, she didn’t want to accept it? It’s foolish, but Kate’s making her go to the lawyer and have her work on it.”

“Okay that’s good, what do we need to talk about then? It seems like Kathleen’s handling it.”

“Well, right now the store is in Derek’s name-“

“Noooo way, I’m not taking the store.”

“Daddy would’ve wanted you to have it if Derek couldn’t. You were always his favorite.”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure he’d want me to have the store I watched him get murdered in.”

“Amy, it’d mean so much to mom.”

“Liz, no way. Even if I wanted it my life is in Seattle. Why don’t one of you guys take it?”

“All of us are busy we don’t have enough time between work and raising our kids to run a store.”

“And you think I have the time?I have a baby, and I’m also a surgeon. Your kids are almost teenagers anyway you guys have more time.”

“Just think about it.”

“Liz-.”

“Fine, I’ll talk to my husband we’ll probably take it.” The older sister sighed annoyingly.

“Thank you.” Amelia smiled.

“You owe me big time though.”

“What can I do for you?” Amelia chuckled.

“Hmm.” Lizzie seemed to contemplate this for a moment. “I get to spend some time with you baby, I miss when my kids were that little.”

“I think we can arrange that.”

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“Link this is Lizzie, Lizzie this is Link.” Amelia introduced as the two stepped into the apartments living room.

“Nice to meet you.”

“You as well, glad I’m not meeting you as Owen.” Lizzie smirked in reference to the dinner in New York she missed, Amelia nudging her in response.

“Well I’m glad your not meeting me as Owen.” Link joked along with her. The baby’s cries interrupting them.

“I’ll go get him.” Amelia told her boyfriend, Lizzie following behind so she could meet her newest nephew.

“Sooo Link is hot” Lizzie chuckled as she watched her sister pick up her son. It still shocked her that her little sister was a mother.

“Yes, he is.” Amelia blushed. Link then knocked on the door and Amelia told him he could come in.

“What should I say to Bailey?”

“You still haven’t told her?” Amelia rolled her eyes in annoyance. “I told you to do that while I was gone.”

“I’m sorry I forgot.” Links shoulders sunk in embarrassment.

“It’s fine just give me your phone.” Amelia passed the baby to her sister and grabbed her boyfriends phone.

“What do you need to tell your chief?” Lizzie asked as she admired the baby in her arms.

“That we can’t go to some dinner.” Amelia said focusing on the phone.

“You guys should go!” Her sister said excitedly.

“I don’t know. I’d rather stay here.”

“Come on. Whens the last time you’ve been put since this little guys been born.” Amelia and Link looked at each other trying to remember. “That’s what I thought. I’ll watch Scout, you two go out.”

“It’s really okay, we don’t really want to go.” After some convincing, Lizzie was able to make the couple go out for the attendings dinner.

“His schedule is on the fridge. There’s milk in the fridge, his blanket is in the dryer, and he can’t sleep without the sound machine on.” Amelia ranted as she stood by the door with her boyfriend.

“Okay, you don’t need to worry I’ve raised five kids of my own if you remember.” Lizzie smiled, as the couple left the apartment wearily.

“I guess it’s just you and me, kid.” Lizzie told the baby in her arms as she walked into living room and sat down with the baby. She looked around the living room it was very homey, different from her other sisters homes, but probably for the better she thought. On the bookshelf she recognized a familiar book, she grabbed it and sat back down on the couch putting the baby and book on her lap so they could both see.

“That’s your mommy when she was your age.” Lizzie cooed pointing to a baby picture of her little sister. “You look a lot more like your dad, you have her nose. Can’t quite tell who’s eyes you have though.”

“Oh and that’s your uncle Derek.” The woman pointed to a picture of him with braces and in a band uniform holding his saxophone proudly. “That’s where your middle name comes from, I’m sure you’ll hear lots about him.”

“And there’s your mom when I cut her bangs. She couldn’t of been more than five.” Lizzie laughed at the memory, their mother was so mad she had cut her little sisters hair and on top of that it was so poorly done. “She was not happy, and your grandma definitely wasn’t either.”

“There’s when your mommy went to prom, Addie did her hair and makeup, I wanted to do it for her but I guess after the bangs I couldn’t be trusted. Oh that was her boyfriend at the time, not a very nice guy. But your mom has finally found someone who loves her so so so so so much.” Lizzie smiled, realizing her sister wasn’t the same person in these pictures anymore. After a little while of flipping through the pictures the baby started to fuss, signaling he was ready to go to bed for the night. She left to put the baby in his crib and turn on his sound machine and when she came back into the living room her sister and boyfriend were home. “That was early.”

“Yeah, it was so boring.” Amelia dramatically sighed as she kicked off her heels. “How’s my baby?”

“He’s good, just went to sleep. We were looking through your scrapbook, hope you don’t mind.”

“Scrapbook?” Link asked curiously, he hadn’t know there was one in the house.

“It’s fine, which one?” Amelia asked as she sat down on the couch picking it up, and immediately closing it once she opened the first page.

“What is it?” Link chuckled curiously, reaching to grab the scrapbook.

“Nothing you need to see.” Amelia jumped up keeping the scrapbook out of his grasp.

“I think he’d absolutely love to see some of those pictures.” Lizzie defended.

“At of all the scrapbooks you could’ve picked out you had to do the one with the most embarrassing pictures?”

“There are more scrapbooks here?” Link asked confused, he never payed much attention to what his girlfriend put on their bookshelves.

“See what you’ve done Lizzie?”

“Come on, let him see a scrapbook.” Lizzie pleaded with her sister, one of her favorite pastimes was finding ways to embarrass her sisters.

“You can’t laugh.” Amelia firmly told him while slowly passing the scrapbook over.

“Scouts honor.” Her boyfriend held up three fingers. And he sat down on the couch Lizzie sitting next to him to point out the worst photos. He flipped to the page with all of her siblings prom pictures immediately spotting hers and chuckling. “Oh my god, you seriously dated this kid?”

“Ugh.” Amelia groaned taking the scrapbook away. “He was sweet.”

“No he wasn’t he was a jerk! And really dumb for that matter, you could’ve done a lot better. There was always William he was always in love with you.” Lizzie laughed, out of all the boyfriends she had in high school everyone loved William.

“He wasn’t a jerk, he was just misunderstood. And I could never stand William.” She defended as she put the scrapbook back onto the shelf.

“What was the name of your prom date?” Link asked curiously, definitely going to use this information to tease her in the future.

“I don’t remember”

“Oh yes you do, it was Ryder.” Amelia just rolled her eyes in response.

“So you were in a love triangle.” Link asked whilst smirking.

“No I wasn’t, I was head over heels for Ryder, William always just inserted himself into the situation.” Amelia admitted.

“You still head over heels for Ryder?” Link smirked.

“Some days.” The neurosurgeon joked before going to kiss her boyfriend. “I’m just kidding I don’t think I could love someone as much as I love you.”

“Gross Amelia, since when did you become a sappy love story?” The girls sister jokes, to get a throw pillow thrown at her in response causing all of them to laugh.

[laurawritesandgames]

For Beetlelands Week 2020

Title: Write Like the Wind

Fandom: Beetlejuice (Musical)

Rating: T

Ships: Beetlejuice/Adam/Barbara

Prompt: One Bed

Summary: Adam wants to do something for nerd-kind now that he has ghostly powers. Beetlejuice and Barbara help out. Spoilers for The Winds of Winter.

When Beetlejuice returned from the Netherworld, he came back powerful. Barbara wasn’t exactly sure how—the story changed with each telling. 

But he returned with enough power to teleport her and Adam pretty much anywhere he could visualize. Thanks to Google Street View, he could visualize quite a few things.

Being able to teleport was very helpful when Adam had a specific request.

The ghosts and demon appeared inside a very fancy home, with sunlight streaming in the windows. Beetlejuice was hovering between Barbara and Adam, holding their hands. Barbara suspected this wasn’t strictly part of his teleportation ability, but it was a nice excuse to hold hands.

The demon shimmered in and out briefly, wincing.

“Everything okay?” Barbara asked.

“Teleporting all the way to New Mexico is a lot. We’re definitely gonna need to stop by a bolt-hole on the way back.” According to Beetlejuice, undead travellers could recharge in places with a lot of “death energy”—graveyards, usually, or famous battlefields.

The clicking of a keyboard drew the three of them to an office where a large, grey-haired man sat in front of his computer.

Adam sucked in a breath. “There he is,” he whispered.

Beetlejuice rolled his eyes. “Sexy, you’re dead. He can’t hear you.” Sure enough, the writer hadn’t turned around at the sound of Beetlejuice’s voice.

“Oh.” Adam looked a bit disappointed. “I guess I just assumed that he’d be attuned to the supernatural. He’s a master of the sci-fi/fantasy genre! Anyway, let’s go see what he’s working on.” He crossed his fingers as the three of them huddled around the author’s computer screen.

Barbara felt a bit awkward reading over someone’s shoulder, and looked politely aside. She’d never gotten into sci-fi and fantasy the way Adam had; he’d know better than she would what they were looking at.

Her husband’s face fell. “Wild Cards?!” he spluttered. “Wild freaking Cards! I know he only edits the anthologies, but they’re a distraction!” He ran his hands through his hair. “Just write the books, George!”

“I can take over his computer and threaten to start deleting files until the books are done!” Beetlejuice crowed. “Make it seem like he’s got a computer virus!”

Adam’s gaze flicked between Beetlejuice and the author’s computer a few times.

Barbara cleared her throat.

“No, of course not,” Adam said quickly. “Thanks for saving me from myself, sweetie.” He kissed her cheek. He focused on the author, holding out his hand. “Sorry about this.”

The author stopped what he was doing. He saved then exited out of the document. Adam searched through the computer files for a moment then made the author open up a document titled The Winds of Winter.

The document opened after a few moments. ‘Want to pick up where you left off?’ Word asked helpfully, and the author clicked on it. There were a bunch of unfamiliar words and names on the page that showed up.

No sense in me reading this. Barbara decided to look around a famous author’s office. She’d expected him to have a bunch of memorabilia from the TV show, but the furnishings were really quite ordinary. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot of bookshelves filled with books.

There was silence from the author, whose fingers were poised over the keyboard.

“C’mon, Sexy, get writing.” Beetlejuice hovered in mid-air, bobbing slightly. He was also eyeing the author’s office, but he was probably wondering where to put spiders.

“Er, there’s no way I can give him partial control, can I? I can’t write the next book!”

“Not how it works, newb.”

Adam sighed. “Okay. Um, my thoughts definitely won’t be his, but maybe I can make a start. Barbara, you took that course in creative writing in college, right? Do you have any tips?” Adam was an amazing man with many good qualities, but pure creativity wasn’t one of them.

“I can try, but I wasn’t writing award-winning fantasy novels back in college.” Barbara dredged up some memories of the TV show. “Maybe you should make the White Walkers show up! You know, inject some tension.”

“It’s an Arianne Martel chapter.”

Barbara had no idea what that meant. “Um…have a dragon show up?”

“I appreciate the thought, but Arianne is going to treat with Young Griff, and the entire point is that he’s a supposed Targaryen that doesn’t have dragons.”

Beetlejuice spoke up. “Have some brothers and sisters bone. Shove a little smut in there.”

“Not only does that not work in this chapter, I’m also not comfortable with that.”

“Or skip to a Dany chapter,” Barbara suggested. “I just want good things for her. How’s she doing, anyway?”

“Not well.” Adam made the author pull up a Dany chapter. He watched the blinking cursor for a few moments, frowning in thought.

Beetlejuice added, “You could write a bunch of dialogue in what’s basically a white room and see where it takes you. That’s an A-plus writing strategy, right there.”

Adam sighed, rubbing his forehead. After a few more moments of intense concentration, he looked away from the computer screen.

The author shook his head, blinking a few times.

“Maybe just having the document open will prompt him to write?” Adam asked hopefully.

The author closed out of The Winds of Winter and went back to a document called Wild Cards_edits.

Adam’s shoulders slumped.

Beetlejuice hovered closer. “Just casually mentioning that we can take out the phone, snap some pics of these new chapters, and threaten to leak them if he doesn’t write the books.”

“Photos of chapters over his shoulder?” Barbara said. “That’s pretty terrifying.”

The demon chuckled darkly.

“Ah. And that was exactly the point.” Beetlejuice might have changed a lot since his return from the Netherworld, but his love of fear and chaos that wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“No, Beetlejuice,” Adam said. “It wouldn’t work anyway. What kind of writing would you get if someone was bullied into it?”

“Bleh, you’re no fun. Where to next, Sexy? That Rothfuss guy?”

“Let’s just go home.”

“Have to make a quick stop first, but okay.” Beetlejuice grabbed their hands and teleported them away.

They landed in someplace pitch black. Beetlejuice lit a match of neon green fire, revealing a small underground crypt barely large enough for the three of them. Every surface was draped with dust and cobwebs. A half-open coffin showed patchy, stained velvet. If there was a door to this crypt, the match didn’t reveal it.

Beetlejuice tilted his head. “Ahhh, that’s better.” He frowned slightly, as if listening to something. Barbara couldn’t hear anything. “Yep, think it’s still sandworm free! Lemme just recharge for a while.”

“You’ve been here before?” she asked.

“Nah, but I saw drawings from some ghost hunters back in the Netherworld. Ghost hunters can go topside to bring ghosts back, and they need places to rest, too.”

“So, ghost hunters are ghosts who hunt other ghosts?”

“Yeah, and they’re the worst. The Bureau of the Dead won’t let anyone go topside unless they’re a boot-licker. But it was good to know a few of their tricks when I got banished up here.”

Barbara glanced at Adam, who normally would’ve loved Netherworld lore. It wasn’t every day that Beetlejuice opened up about a place that was, in his words, “total Meh-ville.” But Adam wasn’t even listening. The gloomy atmosphere of the crypt fit his gloomy expression perfectly.

“Hey,” Barbara said softly. When Adam turned her way, she squeezed his hand. “I’m sorry it didn’t work out the way you wanted it to.”

“I guess art just has to happen at its own pace. You can’t force it. I just feel bad for all the other dead readers who’ll never get to read the end of the series. All they’ll have is the TV show’s ending.” He snorted in disgust.

“Maybe you planted a seed. Who knows? Inspiration is a funny thing.”

“And there’s always fanfic,” Beetlejuice added.

“It’s not the same,” Adam said with a sigh.

“Heh, speaking of fanfic….” Beetlejuice hopped into the coffin. “Oh noooo. There’s only one bed!”

Barbara and Adam stared at him. She had no idea what he was talking about.

Beetlejuice huffed. “Oh, come on. None of you ever read a romance fic? Hell, a romance novel?”

“No,” Adam said.

“Not really my thing,” Barbara added. She was a fan of biographies and autobiographies of famous people, personally. “And, also? Not a bed. It’s a coffin. And sleeping in a coffin is also not my thing.”

“Jesus, so picky.” Beetlejuice snapped his fingers, and the coffin became their bed at home. “Get over here.” He hesitated then said, “Please.” Barbara and Adam had had conversations with him about asking instead of demanding; happily, it looked like those conversations were sticking.

Beetlejuice had just done them a huge favour, and a little cuddling might cheer Adam up. Barbara went to join Beetlejuice, shooting a questioning glance at Adam. He followed them, though he was still brooding.

She and Beetlejuice let Adam slide between them as the three sorted themselves out. (Sometimes, Beetlejuice would throw in extra limbs or a few clones just for the added challenge.) After some scooching and wriggling, Barbara’s cheek rested on Adam’s shoulder as she stroked his chest gently and held his left hand. Beetlejuice had one arm over the two of them and was, for some reason, nibbling on Adam’s hair, which sometimes became kissing the top of his head. After a while, you got used to a certain amount of weirdness.

Gradually, Adam began to relax. First, the tension left his shoulders. Then, he cracked his neck and his jaw untightened. (He’d needed to wear a mouthguard when he slept when he was alive. He was always grinding his teeth.)

“Maybe…” he murmured. “Maybe I could write the ending to the books. It’ll be fanfic, but it’ll be something, at least. I can work on that project while the Deetzes are asleep. I’ve never written fic before, but I could try. It’s not like I need to eat or sleep. And I’ve been looking for a new project ever since I finished the model.” His model of the town had a place of pride in the attic, which the Maitlands had cleaned out and repurposed into an arts and crafts room. They still kept up with their hobbies, but they had fewer now that they were busy rehabilitating Beetlejuice and parenting Lydia.

“I’m sure it’ll be great, hon.” Barbara kissed his cheek. “I’ll help however I can.”

“And I can tell you all about what fic tropes you can put in!” Beetlejuice said. “Or what fic tropes we can do ourselves.” He must’ve been thinking about some sexual ones, for he chortled and squeezed Adam’s butt. “Gotta keep the rating PG-13 for Beetlelands Week, but…you know which ones.” He winked at no one in particular, it seemed. Sometimes, he pretended he had an audience; Barbara and Adam just ignored it.

Beetlejuice moved to nuzzling Adam’s throat. After a few moments, he began patting Barbara’s hair.

Barbara giggled. “Aren’t you supposed to be recharging?”

“It’s called multitasking, baby.” Idly, he commented, “Shit, fluff is hard to end. How do you even end something that by its nature has low stakes and minimal conflict?”

What was he talking about? Barbara shrugged.

Adam thoughtfully said, “Maybe with a kiss?”

“Hah!” Barbara couldn’t help but grin when Beetlejuice laughed like that. This wasn’t an evil cackle or a dark chuckle, but an open, cheerful sound that she’d been hearing more and more since they’d started dating. “Perfect! You’re so ready to be a fic writer, Sexy!”

Beetlejuice kissed Adam on the lips, and the cuddling in a false bed in an underground crypt continued.

Not for the first time, Barbara reflected, My afterlife is so weird.

But it did have its perks.