#i saw a chance to tie it into my fic and i took it

[anj-does-stuff]

ANBU Kakashi and lil ramen boy for Outrunning Karma

[ellecdc]

Do you think you’d ever be interested in doing a poly!jily x reader fic? I love your work and think you could come up with a lot of fun things with it. Like maybe where lily is acting how James did with her but towards the reader and James is ever so amused with it

this was such a cute prompt! thanks for your patience as I waited for the right idea for it! xx

poly!Jily x fem!reader who is the latest victim of Potter level affections [884 words]

CW: fluff, reader is maybe a little feisty? but we love her for it

“What in Merlin’s name?” Sirius whispered in disbelief as he approached Lily and James in the library; the table they were currently occupying was nearly overflowing with pink poster board, glitter, and an array of charmed flowers clearly pilfered from the greenhouses.

“What are you two up to now?” Remus asked as he cautiously pulled a chair that was free of ribbon and lace.

“Preparing for my N.E.W.T’s, can’t you tell?” Lily retorted, the small quirk of her lips was the only proof Remus got that her words were in jest before her tongue stuck out between her teeth again as she tried to tie a difficult bow.

“Jamie, can I borrow your finger, please?” She asked around an exasperated sigh; James appeared all too eager and willing to oblige. 

“It’d be my honour, m’lady.” He offered with a saccharine smile. 

Lily shook her head at him but smiled nonetheless as she completed her bow.

“Right, so, back to my earlier sentiments; what in the buggering fuck is going on here?” Sirius spat, not nearly as careful as Remus had been as he dumped various craft supplies onto the ground to free up a chair for himself. 

“Yeah, who are you trying to woo now, Prongs?” Remus taunted, earning him a snort and a head shake from James who never removed his lovesick gaze from Lily. 

“This is all her.”

“Evans!?” Sirius beseeched. “Who are you trying to woo!?” 

“We’re both” Lily corrected as she offered James a half-hearted glare “pursuing Y/N.” 

“Y/N? Didn’t an owl deliver her a box of chocolates just yesterday?” Remus asked.

“Those were from us.” Lily replied, her focus steady on the craft in front of her.

“And a bouquet of flowers the day before that?”

“Yup.” 

“And the howler that simply played ABBA’s Take a Chance on Me?”

“What is your point, Sirius?” Lily harrumphed as she stepped back to admire her creation.

A mischievous look took over Sirius’ face that Lily didn’t notice on account of her attention being solely dedicated on her current task of wooing you, but had Remus bracing for impact.

“Say, Prongsie, what was the first box of chocolates you sent to Evans in your attempts to pursue her?”

“The toffee flavoured truffles that I saw her eyeing at Honeydukes!” He responded quickly, and Remus watched as Lily’s brows furrowed. 

“Right, and how many bouquets of lilies did you send her?” 

“Forty-two.” 

“Uh huh.” Sirius drawled. “And, remind me, what song did you send Lily via howler?”

“Lay All Your Love on Me!”

“And tell me, Evans, where’d you get all this?” He asked as he pulled a string of lacy ribbon between his fingers only for Lily to rip it away from him.

“From James’ trunk. Stop touching it!” 

“Oh gods, you’re just as bad as he was!” Sirius cackled, and Lily turned to look at James who was simply smiling at her.

“I…I am not as bad as he was. I- …he was such a toerag!” 

Sirius snorted. “Then that makes you a toerag-ess.” 

Lily looked like she was reaching for her wand to hex Sirius for his shite, but James grabbed her wrist and brought her knuckles to his lips for a kiss before she could manage to. “Don’t worry, Lils. You came around eventually.”

“Six years later.” Remus chuckled under his breath, though he immediately regretted it when Lily’s horrified face whipped towards him.

“Six years later!? It took me six years!?” She nearly shrilled. “We don’t have six years! We have months!”

“No one can deny you, my beautiful Lily flower.” James cooed as he rubbed his thumb over Lily’s knuckles.

It looked like his attempt at placation had almost worked before Lily noticed you walking by.

“Wait! Y/N!” She shouted, nearly tripping over various ribbons and boxes of craft supplies as she hurried after you. “Did you get the chocolates we sent you yesterday!?” 

“You guys are so hopeless.” Sirius muttered, earning him a small chuckle from James, though he never got a chance to respond.

“Potter!” You hissed as Lily forcibly led you towards their table with her arm around your shoulder. “This goes against every feminist urge in my body, but would you control your woman!?”

James simply rested his chin on his hand as he gazed at the two of you. “I wouldn’t dream of it, angel.” 

Realisation seemed to dawn on you as a group of fifth years walked past whispering “oh Merlin. It’s happening again.” 

“You’re kidding me.” You deadpanned as Lily smiled and pressed her nose into your cheek.

“There’s nothing funny about our feelings for you.” James responded earnestly.

“Well,” Sirius cut in, “it’s kind of funny.” He countered, nodding his head towards the table that looked as though cupid himself had thrown up on it. 

“Oh, like you haven’t sent Lupin a howler or two of your own, Black.” You sneered, causing Remus to choke on the sip of water he’d been taking and Sirius to gawk at you in surprise. 

“Where do you find these birds, James?!”

James simply let out a dreamy sigh as he beamed at you. “Heaven.” 

And by Lily’s effervescent smile pointed directly at the side of your face, Remus could tell she more than agreed with that sentiment.

[babejinxy]

In love with you - part 2

Pairing: Powder x fem!reader

Warnings: friends to lovers, SMUT, kissing, fluff 

Synopsis: Powder had been your best friend for years, the two of you met when she was running from the cops when she and her brothers broke into and blew up an apartment in Piltover and you helped them escape. What you never imagined, is that the love of your life was always right there in front of you…

A/N: This is a fic about Powder from the alternate universe, it has nothing to do with Jinx.

🌟 English is not my first language, so I apologize if there are any mistakes.

Part 1

💙 @brocoliisscared @bbybubbles @cattjull

Powder was in her workshop working on a project with Ekko when you walked in, making her stop working and look back, she smiled when she saw you. You walked past Ekko, giving him a quick hi, and went to your friend. “Working too hard?” you asked as you wiped a grease stain off her face. Powder felt her skin crawling at your touch near her mouth. “How about a break? Movies, sleepovers, braids on hair? What do you say, huh?”

Powder just couldn't say no to you, how could she? After all, you were her best friend and the person she secretly loved, all she wanted was to keep you close, if not in a romantic way, then she would still have you as her best friend and could simply look at you, dream about you, touch you even if in a subtle way, a friendly way... That's why she never revealed her feelings, she didn't want to lose you, above all you were her best friend, she needed you as a friend too. “Ok, you got me with the braids,” Powder joked. “How stupid of you,” you said with a laugh. “You’re the one who said baby.” You always ignored whatever flared up inside you every time she called you pet names because it shouldn’t mean anything.

“Movies?” Ekko’s voice echoed from the other side of the room, you looked at him, “I don’t want to miss this, can I go too?” You knew that what he really wanted was a chance for a second date with Powder and maybe she wanted that too, but she was just being proud. In reality, you couldn’t know the dissatisfaction she felt inside when you happily agreed to let him go with the two of you. 

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Powder was sitting on your bed watching you as you put on your makeup, Ekko was sitting in an armchair in the corner of your room flipping through a physics book he took from your shelf. You took advantage of the heat to wear a short dress that showed off your thighs and highlighted your curves. Powder tried not to look too much or at least be as discreet as possible, but it was getting harder and harder. You took your cherry lip gloss and applied it to your lips, pressing them together to spread the lip gloss. Powder looked away and took a deep breath. God, how she wanted to taste the cherry on your lips.

“Hey Pow Pow, can you tie my dress, please? The straps are loose,” you asked as you sprayed on your perfume. She approached you from behind and pulled the ties of your dress to undo the bow and then retied it again, tightening the ties tighter this time. Her fingers brushing against your skin made your skin shiver, she on the other hand, made a point of touching your soft skin. She always thought about what it would be like to undress you, those thoughts drove her crazy.

“I love the smell of your perfume, it’s so good,” she said finally, resting her hands on your waist and nuzzling your neck to smell you. This was much more intimate than a best friend’s affection, Ekko would have noticed if he hadn’t been too focused on your book. Moments like this weren’t uncommon between the two of you, it happened sometimes. You ignored the signs because Powder was your best friend and this was just her way of showing affection and if you thought otherwise, it was because you were too needy and you knew it. Powder was nothing more than a caring friend who liked to compliment and touch a little too much.

You smiled and put your hands in hers only to remove them from your waist. "You should wear it once in a while since you like it." You said, moving away from her and grabbing your bag. Powder laughed a little to herself, either you were playing dumb or you were simply a fucking dumbass and didn't understand her advances on you or maybe... maybe you just didn't notice it because you didn't want her like she wanted you and that specific thought always brought her back to reality, that she was an idiot in love with her best friend.

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You arrived at the cinema and bought your tickets and popcorn. Powder as usual, bought a strawberry and cream milkshake. She sat in an armchair between you and Ekko. Of course he wanted the seat next to her. “When did this become a date between them and I was the third wheel?” You thought and laughed to yourself. “What are you laughing at?” Ekko asked, tilting his head to look at you. “Nothing,” you replied, pursing your lips. You looked at Powder and noticed that she was tense. You thought about making an excuse and leaving them alone, but you wanted to watch this movie too much for that.

The movie was about comic book heroes and the three of you shared this passion, so as soon as the movie started you were all very apprehensive and entertained. Or at least that's what you thought. You were the only one entertained by the movie, you only moved your hand to grab the popcorn and bring it to your mouth, your eyes never leaving the big screen. You didn't notice that Powder was looking much more at your legs, now very exposed by the dress that rode up when you sat down, she imagined herself between them. "Damn Powder, focus on the movie", she thought to herself. When she finally pushed her dirty thoughts away and focused on the movie, she felt Ekko's hand on hers and his gaze fixed on her. She understood what he was getting at and immediately pulled her hand away from his and kept her eyes on the movie. He snorted and adjusted in his seat to go back to watching the movie.

After a while, you rested your head on Powder's shoulders and your scent that she loved completely infested her and she had difficulty concentrating on the movie again. She wrapped her arms around your neck and you snuggled even closer to her. This gesture wasn't strange between you and not even to Ekko, he knew you were close and took it as a friendly gesture, just like you. Just like Powder knew it was, but wished it was something more.

You crossed your legs, making your short dress ride up even higher. This didn't go unnoticed by your friend and she tried to look away and focus on the movie, but it was too difficult, especially since your skin was crawling from the cold air conditioning in the movie theater. She thought she could make your skin crawl too. God, how she wanted you... She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. She felt her insides aching. Was she really getting horny now?

Powder tried hard to change the focus of her thoughts, but it was very difficult with your breathing close to her neck, she looked at you and you were focused on the movie, she wanted to be able to hold your face and kiss you. What would you do if she did that? “I need to go to the bathroom,” she whispered and you pulled away from her. “The movie is almost over, are you going to miss the ending?” you asked in a whisper, but she shook her head.

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When Powder reached the bathroom, she entered an empty stall and locked the door by leaning against it. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying not to think about you too much, but it was too difficult and she needed to relieve herself.

She felt dirty every time she did this, but this was stronger than her. She closed the toilet lid and sat on it, she slipped her hand between her pants and panties and began to play with her own throbbing clit. She closed her eyes at the sensation and bit her lip to keep from moaning as she thrust two fingers inside herself. She sped up the pace of her fingers more and more as she thought about you, your smell, your damn short dress, your legs, she touched herself and imagined herself between them, eating you, fucking you with her fingers, just like she was fucking herself. Nothing would make her come stronger than that.

And then she thought about kissing you and tasting the cherry lip gloss on your lips while your pussy squeezed her fingers and that was when she came, cumming hard on her own fingers.

“Fuck,” she whispered when she was done, removing her fingers from her pants and wiping them with toilet paper. This wasn’t new to her, she’d touched herself plenty of times while thinking about you. But touching herself in a movie theater bathroom, that was new.

You were at the exit door of the cinema with Ekko waiting for Powder to return, the two of you were talking about the movie when she finally appeared. “What took you so long? You missed the end of the movie”, you said when she stopped next to you. “I don’t think milkshakes go with popcorn”, she said massaging her stomach.

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After the movie, you guys went to Zaun and stopped at Vander's bar and ordered some not-too-strong drinks. Gert wasn't working the night shift that day, which Powder was grateful for, so she wouldn't have to see her flirting with you again.

However, Powder's joy didn't last long. Your hexphone vibrated on the table and she could read the message that Caitlyn, your ex-girlfriend, sent you, 

"Hey sweetie, I miss u. I can't wait to see you again ❤️".

Powder never really liked any of the people you dated, but she tolerated them all. But with Cait it was different, she really couldn't stand her and never hid it and for some reason, Cait was the only girlfriend of yours who didn't like your best friend. Maybe she noticed something that the others didn't? You couldn't say, but the hatred between them was mutual and it only got worse when Cait cheated on you with Maddie, she always had a soft spot for younger girls.

You broke up with Cait as soon as you found out about her cheating on you and you were devastated by it. You saw her again two months after the breakup and didn't tell Powder because you knew she would get mad. Not that she was wrong, but you were too needy and afraid of breaking up alone, when in reality you just needed a little self-love.

“Y/n,” she practically screamed, “I can’t believe you’re dating her after everything she did to you.”

“Pow, I didn’t get back together with her, I only went out with her once after that and we text each other sometimes, we’re just…”

Powder sniffed and shook her head in disbelief, “Unbelievable,” she said softly before leaving the table, leaving you and Ekko alone. You looked at Ekko and before he could say anything, you went after Powder.

Ekko finally realized something that only you didn’t notice…

should I continue? 👇🏻👇🏻

merry christmas to all ❤️🎄

[k3n-dyll]

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ; 18+, wlw, subtop!sevika, dom!reader, bondage, strap referred to as a dick/cock, afab!reader, strap sucking, strap on usage (r!receiving), riding, spit, oral (S!receiving), squirting, porn w/o a plot, not proofread

𝐖𝐂 - 3.3k

𝐊𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 ☆ Took a break and just yapped for a while but the fics are back! Sub!Sev truthers, come get y'all juice!

Subtop!Sevika that was...reluctant to let you do this at best. Initially, when you asked, she fully thought you were joking.

"You want to what?" Her head tilted slightly to one side as she questioned you, her brow quirked upward as an amused, almost teasing smile played at the corners of her lips.

"C'mon Sev, I'm serious." You say, playfully rolling your eyes at your girlfriend. "I wanna be in charge tonight...and...maybe, I dunno... tie you up?"

To her it was kind of funny, actually - the woman she so often reduces to nothing more than a whining, drooling puddle beneath her suddenly thinks she would even know what to do in the event that Sevika went along with this. It was bold of you to even suggest it. So bold that she decided to say 'fuck it' and entertain your little fantasy.

Subtop!Sevika who almost chuckles at how gently you lace the ropes around her wrists, teasing you about how you can pull them tighter.

"I'm not made of glass, baby"

You just shake your head a little, but you do go in to tighten them a little more before stepping back and admiring your work. She looks more vulnerable than you've ever seen her like this - wrists bound to the headboard, naked except for the silicone strapped to her hips. The sight sends heat pooling in your panties.

As much as she tries to hide the movement, Sevika finds herself squirming against the harness in an effort to soothe the growing ache between her legs. You chuckle but you can't say you blame her. You aren't exactly aiming to make this easy for her - tauntingly ridding yourself of one article of clothing at a time, moving painstakingly slow as you watch her try to keep it together.

The frustration that courses through her at the realization that she can't touch you isn't something she anticipated. She's always prided herself on her restraint, her ability to keep herself grounded. But as she watches you crawl up toward her, settling your body between her legs, that confidence is lost.

Subtop!Sevika who groans like she can feel it when your lips wrap around the tip of the toy, her brows pulled together as she watches your head begin to bob up and down, coating it down to the base with your saliva, lightly gagging as you work.

"Fuck you're driving me insane, baby..."

Her sharp silver eyes track your every movement, her own hips gently bucking upward to make sure it goes deep into your throat, the visual alone making her gush. You pull your mouth away with a soft 'pop' before leaning up to kiss her, a string of spit connecting your lips as you pull back to lower yourself down on her, letting out a soft groan as you feel yourself stretch around the girth.

"Don't move" You warn, the slight shifting of her legs behind you indicating that she intends on bucking into you the first chance she gets. "You do that, you don't cum tonight."

Sevika scoffs at your words, but she doesn't try to call your bluff. She's made that threat before. Hell, she's made good on that threat before and she has no doubt that you would jump at the first opportunity for payback if it came to that.

"Fine." She huffs out, forcing her hips still.

Subtop!Sevika who knows with one good tug - she could easily break these binds and go to town on you if she wanted. You know it too. Even if her flesh hand wasn't able to break through, her mech arm could saw, slice, or yank its way through the ropes without so much as a strain. And yet here she is, letting you torture her. Letting you use her.

"You look s'good up there...riding my fucking dick like that" Sevika stifles a whine, the base of the toy pushing up against her clit with every movement, her eyes drinking in the sight of your body moving on top of her. The way your chest heaves with heavy breath, your hair wild and sticking to you with sweat, the way your tits bounce as you ride her. "I- I wanna move... I - let me move, please"

She'd intended to sound much more commanding than she had, her flustered expression indicative of just how unintentional that desperate plea had been. Her brows are furrowed in frustration, fingernails of her flesh hand curling deep into the calloused skin of her palm. A soft, mocking chuckle escapes your throat at the sight.

"Are you begging, Sev?"

"No, I'm not fuckin'-"

You cut her off with a soft shake of your head, a hand resting loosely on her throat as you slow your movements to a stop.

"Wrong answer, Sev. Try again"

Her jaw clenches and she lets out a huff, opening her mouth as she readies herself to protest, but your hand tightens around her throat before she can get another word out, the action shocking her enough to shut herself up again. You have a lot more restraint and conviction to this than she'd initially thought.

"You're really serious, aren't you?"

You just tilt your head and stare down at her, squeezing a bit tighter at her throat. A shiver surges through her body, abs clenching as she tries and fails to ignore how much the sudden authority you have over her in this moment is turning her on.

"Fuck - fine, baby, just...just lemme fuck you... please? I wanna make you feel good..."

You can't help another dark chuckle that escapes past your lips at the sound of her normally strong, commanding voice becoming shaky and frustrated as she begs to fuck you, her sharp, scowling features softening into what could almost be described as a little pout. It's cute. And as tempted as you are to make her beg more, that vulnerability in her expression is something you rarely get to see. It warms you to think about how much trust she has for you to even let this happen in the first place, and god, you'd be a fool to say 'no' to those big pretty eyes.

"Well, since you asked so nicely pretty girl..."

You lean down to press your lips to her own, and before you can pull back or say anything else her hips are bucking up off of the mattress in a single hard thrust, Sevika grunting into your mouth at the limited freedom she's been allowed. You take her hands in yours, holding them to either side of the headboard. It's the only thing that stops her from pulling out of the binds on her wrists and grabbing your waist, and the only thing keeping you balanced with each, slow, aggressive upward snap of her hips.

Sevika's gaze is fixed in on your hips and thighs, watching them jiggle as she fucks up into you, her large hands wrapping around your own to keep you there. Her restraint visibly falters as her pace picks up, the muscles in her legs and core being forced to do most of the work with her arms no longer being an option, the added obstacle just making her grunt and moan and huff that much more, the usual filth that spills from her lips barely coherent through her haze.

"Love doin' this t'you baby, fuck...could fill you up like this every day.."

You, of course, aren't any better, your responses coming out as nothing but whimpers and unintelligible praise at how good she's doing for you. For a brief moment, you forget your role in this, begging to cum nearly just as much as she's begging you to let her take you, and, though uncharacteristically, she doesn't even try to take advantage of the slip, too focused on pleasing you to care who's in charge right now.

"Fuck, I'm- Sev-" You stumble over your own words, but she knows exactly what you mean to say, forcing herself to keep up her pace despite the burning in her muscles, her grip on your hands becoming more firm.

"Cum for me, please... wanna see you fall apart"

You're practically done for at the sound of her breathy pleas, the sight of her desperation and the tip of her cock hitting up against your sweet spot pushing you over your boiling point all too easily. The mess you make would be embarrassing if not for how good it feels, your core tensing up, breath caught in your throat as your juices squirt against Sevika's strap as well as her lower stomach. It takes every bit of energy you have to not collapse on top of her quite yet, knowing full well she needs to cum just as badly as you had, and you intend to give her that

"Such a good girl for me..." You murmur breathlessly. "See how easy it was to listen to me?" You ask, though you don't give her the chance to answer with much of anything but a lazy nod before your lips are on hers again, the kiss hard and messy. When you begin trailing said kisses down her neck though she takes pause, a look of slight concern taking over her features

"You're tired, take a break" she murmurs, pretending to be okay with not getting what she wants yet despite her obvious squirming.

You just roll your eyes and shake your head, not stopping your advances in the slightest, hands already running down her body and undoing the harness to the strap-on to pull it away from her soaked cunt.

"You don't get to say when I'm done this time, love, remember?"

There's an unmistakable tinge of shyness that consumes her when you pull the toy away from her body, the woman having to shift her eyes to the side to stifle a whine as you stare down at just how wet she's gotten, the patch of dark hair above her slit glistening with arousal, her clit swollen, walls clenching around nothing - all from just watching you use her.

"Eyes on me pretty girl" You tease, to which she just grunts in mock annoyance. It's a short-lived reaction though. Sevika can only feign indifference for so long, and the sight of you sinking down in between her legs isn't exactly helping her case. She spreads them apart without needing to be asked, unconsciously showing just how fucking eager she is to have you touch her directly, and you waste zero time in obliging her, licking and sucking at the skin of her lower stomach and thighs, tasting the mess you left behind on her body. You don't tease, or try to make her wait or beg this time - as obedient as she's been, she's only going to be able to take so much more, and overpowering you would be an easy feat.

Sevika watches with bated breath as you keep the mix of saliva and squirt in your mouth, your middle and ring fingers tracing gentle lines along her slit before you push the tips of them into her entrance.

"Oh fuck..." A shaky moan pulls from her mouth at the sight of your lips parting, the liquid flowing freely from your bottom lip and onto her already soaked pussy, leading a path from her pulsing clit and down to your fingers as you begin working them in and out of her hole, the combination of juices squelching inside of her with each pump. You can already tell this won't take long with the way her thigh muscles are flexed, a miserably failed attempt to keep them from shaking.

"So fucking pretty, Sev..." You press a kiss to her hardened bud, which makes her twitch against your lips, her soft, warm walls fluttering around your fingers. She's completely abandoned the idea of keeping her little whimpers at bay, making this all the more amusing to you.

"You've gotta let me do this more often if you're gonna sound like this every time..."

"Oh, shut up"

You hum in response, nodding slightly. "I guess there are more fun things I could be doing with my mouth right now, huh?"

The second your tongue makes contact with her sensitive core, Sevika's back arches up off of the bed a bit, her body tensing a little. She wants so desperately to grab the back of your head and shove you further between her thighs but she forces herself to stay calm and in place, balling her hands up into fists and screwing her eyes shut when she feels your tongue start to move in gentle circles against her clit.

"Eyes open, love" You remind her, your free hand coming down to leave a stinging slap against her leg. She whimpers a little but does as she's told, her lids low as she makes herself keep eye contact with you. The only sounds to rival her unrestrained moaning and hard, heavy breaths are the almost obnoxious wet sloshing of your tongue and fingers working her closer to orgasm, your own moans muffled as you press your face even closer to her cunt, her hair tickling against the tip of your nose.

"Please...more - fuck - more, I need more, please"

Begging comes much easier to her now, both because her brain is scrambled and because you're purposefully going so. Fucking. Slow. The gentle pump of your fingers and soft lapping of your tongue against her feels amazing but hell if she doesn't need more than that right now.

"I know, baby, I know..."

When Sevika's in your position, she's much less susceptible to whining and pleading. She loves edging you - getting you right up to that peak before forcing you back down again and repeating it over and over until you can't take it anymore, but you're also much more used to being made to wait. You like it, actually. Sevika on the other hand looks like she might cry or yell and given that this is an entirely new side of her, you're nothing if not a sucker for her right now.

Your lips wrap around the sensitive bundle of nerves between her thighs, gently sucking and pulling her further into your mouth, your fingers plunging in and out of her, curling up inside of her dripping hole nearly fast enough to hurt your wrist. You ignore the slight burning in place of allowing her increasing volume and the trembling of her body to distract you, watching her core clench and unclench as her breathing becomes more labored and uneven. She's a sight to behold in this state - brown skin glistening in the dim light with sweat, bottom lip wet and swollen from incessant tugging with her teeth as she uselessly tries to keep herself from being too loud, her short dark hair tousled messily atop her head. Her hips are grinding hard against your face, wetting your nose and chin with her arousal as she tries to pull you impossibly closer to her cunt than you already are, her thick thighs trapping you against her body with no way out - not that you were ever intending to move away from her in the first place.

"Fuckfuckfuck - I'm g'na cum, please let - lemme cum on your fucking face, baby"

Sevika's speech is that of a drunk woman - slurred and vulgar despite the lack of alcohol in her system - and when she's finally pushed to orgasm whatever words she was going to say are reduced into little more than random, breathy syllables that don't so much as start a full sentence. By complete accident, her body tenses up so much that she winds up breaking the rope her flesh hand had been tied up in completely, her fingers quickly finding their place tangled into your messed hair to keep you flush against her as she uses your face to ride out her orgasm, her hips stuttering with the aftershocks of finishing so hard. As difficult as it is for you to breathe like this you allow her to get what she needs out of you, even going a bit further until she starts palming at the top of your head, trying to push you off.

"Stop - too much" She manages through quivering breaths, a small and utterly fucked out smile crossing her lips.

You plant one more kiss against her clit before you come up for air, letting out a breathy chuckle as the cool air hits the bottom half of your face in stark contrast to the warmth you'd just been snuggled up against. Sevika finds herself giggling breathlessly at the sight of you - you're wet up to the tip of your nose, her scent filling your nostrils with each inhale. Not that you mind, clearly. Slowly, you slip your fingers out of her, causing one more full-body tremor to go through the half-tied-up woman beneath you, your hand immediately going up to your mouth so you can clean up her mess, moaning at the taste of her.

"Guess I should tie you up a little tighter next time, huh?" You say, a playful look in your eye as you gesture to her now free hand and the broken rope hanging limply around the headboard.

Sevika only nods. You half expected her to question your statement about there being a 'next time', but by the look on her face, she wants this to happen more often between you two. She loves being in charge, but being able to just let go for a bit - to not think and just allow you to do as you please - it felt good. Your lips trace sloppy kisses up her body until you reach her lips, catching them in a soft kiss that lingers for a few moments before you pull back. The sheets are drenched, and so are both of your bodies and your face - clean up would be the next logical step here, but Sevika has no intention of letting you up yet. She twists her mech arm out of its binds and wraps both arms around your waist before your foot gets the chance to hit the floor.

"Stay." She grumbles, pulling you beside her again despite your confusion.

"We can cuddle after we get you cleaned up, baby"

Sevika just shakes her head again, almost petulantly, her brows knitting together in annoyance at you for daring to care about being clean right now.

"Just for a bit. Then we can clean up" She mumbles again, standing on her point.

Sevika isn't usually this adamant about cuddling. She enjoys doing it, of course, but when the roles are reversed, getting you clean and comfortable on a new set of sheets is her first priority. Realistically, she knows she's going to wobble too much if she tries to get up now, but she's still bullheaded, even after everything. She doesn't want to give you the satisfaction of saying it aloud so she just holds you down instead.

You roll your eyes, shaking your head a bit at her stubbornness, but you do as she asks and stop resisting her, nuzzling against her chest as you lay down with her, the woman rolling the both of you over a bit to avoid to cold spot on the sheets. Mindlessly, you pull her leg up onto your hip, tracing patterns into her thigh and massaging the muscles there, her real hand doing the same against your back.

"You okay?" You ask after a beat of silence.

She nods.

"You sure?"

"I'm fine...don't...make me get sappy" She mutters and you laugh. You know Sevika like the back of your hand at this point, and it's always been a bit hard for her to verbally express when she's feeling vulnerable. You know that entire display was the most open she's let herself be with anyone in a while, and she's likely more than a little embarrassed at the moment even though she won't say it. You chuckle a little bit.

"Okay, love. Get some rest for me...you big baby."

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TEAR MY FLESH, HOLD MY HAND, FEEL MY WARMTH

the weight that lies in a pinky promise

pairing: suguru geto x gn!reader

themes/content: curse/canon au. fluff, angst. mentions of fights/difficult childhood. (wk: 3.2k)

a/n: this was originally gonna be for flufftober but it got a lil angsty teehee so here we are :) also the mouse on my computer stopped working so i did all this formatting on my phone bc i'm that dedicated to serving you guys this fic

Suguru was a soft child. Chubby hands, round cheeks, gentle steps.

He was sweet in all the ways a child ought to be, at least according to your parents - sweet in all the ways you weren’t.

You, on the other hand, were loud, jarring, unreserved. “A handful,” you were always described as by those who attempted to care for you. Perhaps that’s why they allowed you such a great extent of freedom, tugging against the length of a leash they tried to place around you, but they’d need stronger chains to tie you down.

And yet, you and Suguru found your similarities - you were both unencumbered by expectations. I am who I am. In spite of everyone, in spite of the ways they tried to dig their tight hands around you and force you into something you weren’t. You are who you are.

The first time you met him, all you saw were tiny feet kicking the air, unable to reach the ground from where he perched upon the park bench. He was the only one not screaming, something you appreciated, something novel. Your life had held such chaos, constant arguments, slamming doors. The peace that wrapped around his small frame seemed to exude a comfort you craved, even if it couldn’t be articulated by your six-year-old mind, you were drawn to it. To him.

“Hi,” you chirped, lifting yourself next to him.

“Hi.”

When you grinned widely at him, he returned a thin-lipped smile, as though he had been trained by wild dogs who took eagerness as a threat, who wouldn’t dare snarl unless as a warning.

(He noticed your absence of fear immediately - how could you approach him so easily? Had you not been taught to be wary?)

(You had been taught. “Avoid strangers, they’ll hurt you.” But you would never choose the harm of the monsters you knew. Better to take your chances in the wild.)

Averting your gaze, your dirtied fingernails began absentmindedly picking at the green paint coating the wood beneath your legs. Your eyes landed on his knees, scuffed and bloody.

“Did that hurt?”

Without looking at you, he shakes his head. “No, I’m just clumsy. I fell off my bike.”

“That’s okay,” you hum, “I get bruises all the time. You must be pretty tough if it didn’t hurt.”

And this time, he giggles, crooked teeth poking through. “Anyone can get hurt, it doesn’t make me tough.”

Leaves rustle overhead as you let out a thoughtful sigh, allowing the sounds of the breeze to fill the silence. It’s comfortable, you realize, no tension hanging in the air like there always seems to be at home, no threat looming around the other side of the kitchen counter.

You tug with all the strength your muscles can muster at a large strip of paint. With a final pull, your palm catches along the fraying wood, splinters digging under your flesh as you let out a choked cry.

Immediately, the boy’s small hands wrap around your wrist, pulling it to his face. Worried eyes inspect the wound. “Are you okay?” he asks without looking up.

A small whimper falls from your throat, lower lip trembling as you hold back tears. “Y-yeah,” your voice wobbles.

You’re lying. He knows you’re lying - you aren’t particularly hard to read, he grows to learn, somehow always wearing your heart on your sleeve. It’s a trait he admires (perhaps because he’s never quite able to place his there so visibly).

When he frowns, you almost giggle at the sight - no child should frown like that. It’s endearing, the way his eyebrows furrow, mouth tugged downward.

“Can I make it better?”

It takes very little to make you trust him, but you believe he wouldn’t hurt you. Just as animals seem able to sense intent, an implicit knowledge that the human freeing them from a cage won’t inflict additional pain, you know that his stubby fingers won’t dig at your flesh and make you bleed.

So, you nod.

Determined eyes turn from your visibly pained face to your aching palm. Slowly, he removes the shards of wood from your skin. When you wince, he pauses immediately, waiting for your shoulders to relax before he continues. By the time he’s finished, your bottom lip is red from biting into it but the pain isn’t even noticeable, not when every nerve in your body seems focused on the warmth coming from his fingertips still lingering on your wrist.

“There,” he breathes through the softest smile, “all done.”

“Thanks,” and you can’t help but grin back.

“And see!” He’s beaming now. “You were very tough!”

Your laugh is brighter than the sun, more calming than the birds chirping overhead, a sound he can’t help but mirror. His desire to cheer you up, to comfort you through it all, makes your cheeks warm.

“I’m Suguru, by the way.”

He opens up easily to you, an honor you don’t quite understand yet. When you introduce yourself, he repeats your name back slowly, the vowels sweet like the flowers blooming nearby. It sounds good in his voice.

A whistle cuts through the humidity, immediately drawing Suguru’s attention.

“I gotta go,” his face draws into that adorable pout again.

“Oh.” Dropping your attention, it falls to your freshly healed hands resting in your lap. “Can you do me a favor?”

Expectant eyes meet yours.

“Promise me I’ll see you again?”

This time, he smiles so wide his cheeks push up into his eyes, crinkling at the corners. Holding out a hand, he gently grasps yours as he intertwines your fingers.

“Pinky promise,” he grins, linking them together with a shake.

Through a giggle, you mimic, “pinky promise.”

He shuffles off the bench, clumsy feet landing on the ground before he hobbles off to the waiting arms of a parent who seems to love him. Your heart aches for a moment before it stills - you’re happy he has someone to take care of him, to pull the splinters from his hands and clean off the scrapes on his knees.

It’s a miracle when you both get placed at Jujutsu Tech. It takes very little for you to abandon the place you called home, having jumped at the first chance to leave your childhood behind, but having Suguru there makes it even easier when you get approached by a strange man with dark hair and glasses who touts himself as the principal of some elusive school a few hours away. They’ll pay for your housing, your food, anything you need to survive for the next four years so long as you agree to train and work for them. It was an easy yes - you would have done more for less.

And of course, there was your so-called “power.” The two of you had danced around the subject for years, hesitantly testing each other’s experiences to not unload worry onto the other. That was the thing about Suguru - he was always looking out for you, and you, him. He never needed to ask if you were thirsty, he’d just bring you tea; you never had to ask if he was lonely, you’d just find him sitting alone on the same park bench.

It was Suguru who finally broke on his thirteenth birthday while the two of you made your way through town, snowflakes hanging in the air.

“Do you ever…see things?” he asked, shoving his hands deeper into the pockets of his jacket in a futile search for warmth.

From the corner of your vision, you caught the faintest glimmer of fear in his eyes. And you understood immediately.

“Yes.”

His shoulders visibly relaxed, hot breath puffing into the air. “Thank god,” he murmured.

Again, it wasn’t a surprise, per se - the two of you had shared everything. It only seemed natural that you would share this ability to see curses, the monsters hiding in the shadows.

“Do they ever…scare you?” Your voice felt small as you asked - you hadn’t yet reached relief, or at the very least, neutrality towards these things.

And he sees it in you, too - the dread he felt when he first saw them, the pang of terror that shoots up his spine when he catches one moving in the dark. He’s grown more accustomed to their presence, but there’s still that thread of fear lingering, choking him when he gets tangled in it.

“Yes.”

Cold fingers lace through yours, squeezing your hand reassuringly.

“But I’ll always keep you safe,” he smiles that sweet, soft smile, “pinky promise.”

The training wasn’t easy. You hadn’t expected it to be, obviously, but fuck was it hard.

Suguru excelled initially, as he did with everything. The others in your small class also show great potential, Satoru in particular, but Shoko’s abilities develop in her own way, too.

It’s nice to finally feel like you have a place where you belong, to have people to return to, people who care about you, who love you. It’s nice to be here, even if it pushes you to your limits everyday, because you know you’ll always have someone to come home to - to know you’ll always have Suguru to come home to.

It hits you on a sunny day in October when you’re watching him spar with Satoru. Fists fly, a mix of black and white flashing across the grass. When Gojo lands a particularly well-timed punch, Suguru’s body lands with a thud in the dirt.

You’re on your feet in less than a second, shoving Satoru out of the way as you stand over the dazed boy on the ground. He looks beautiful like this, you think - his hair splayed out around him, blood trickling from his nose, lips tugged into an awestruck smirk - before you shake the thought aside.

“Are you okay?”

Panicked hands run over his torso, checking for injuries before they land on his face. Cupping his jaw, he can’t help but breathe a laugh at the worry painted across your features. His palms come to rest along your wrists, dark eyes meeting yours.

“I’m okay,” he sighs. Now that you’re here. “I’m tough, remember?”

Every muscle in your body releases tension just at hearing his voice, his calming aura once again blanketing you, bringing you under the warmth of his peace.

With a playful punch to his shoulder, he feigns a dramatic wince. “Just don’t get hurt again, okay?”

He knows it’s impossible - it’s the nature of the job, of the responsibilities he holds. He will be hit and bruised and battered and brought to the brink of death again and again, but right now, that’s not what you need to hear. Because you know it’s impossible too; and you also know Suguru is strong.

“I pinky promise,” he halfheartedly grins. He promises to at least try. For you.

Wrapping your finger around his, you let the heat of your bodies fill the air, vibrating in tune with the cicadas lining the trees. His hand is soft in yours. It feels like coming home - the familiar walk up the steps, the paint on the front door cracking from where palms had rubbed against it time and time again as the handle turned. The wooden floors are worn in with the path you take through each other’s lives, from the kitchen to the living room to the windows, gazing over the backyard.

Suguru had a swingset, you remember. You figured out how to use it the first time you ever sat on the sun-worn rubber, going higher and higher and higher until the toes of your shoes scraped the sky. But Suguru always struggled - he couldn’t quite move his body in the right way to grant him flight. He would get frustrated with it rather easily, until your small hands rested against his back. With a firm push, you set him free into the air, his feet kicking perfectly with all the momentum a child’s body could hold.

Maybe gravity was discovered by children on the playground. There had to be a reason they couldn’t swing forever; there had to be a reason they couldn’t reach the sun.

The problem is, though, that a star’s heat dissipates with distance. It can’t always warm you, not when your feet land back on the ground.

Over the next year, Satoru began going on more missions alone, and Shoko stayed behind to hone her healing, leaving you and Suguru in the purgatory between power and nothingness. And most days, you feel closer to nothing.

It’s eating at him, you realize. The missions, the responsibility, the whole fucking thing is taking bites out of his soul with sharpened teeth and leaving nothing behind but a bloodied mess of torn expectations. It makes him smaller and smaller, pulling pieces of him until there’s nothing left.

You can see it in the way his clothes hang loose on his body. His shoulders slump forward, the shadows beneath his eyes growing darker each night he spends with his gaze locked on the ceiling.

The foundation of his soul is crumbling, the front door barricaded closed. The windows are boarded up. You can’t see your childhood anymore. All the grass in the front yard is dead.

You miss when the sun’s rays shone through him.

You miss when he was warm.

Finding him resting on one of the old benches in the school’s courtyard, it creaks beneath your weight as you sit, the only sound breaking the stagnant silence of the summer air. That’s another thing you’ve noticed - sometimes, Suguru is so quiet you aren’t even sure he exists. If you weren’t here watching his chest rise and fall, could you even prove he was breathing?

He says nothing when you rest your head on his shoulder, not that he needs to, of course. He hasn’t said much lately, mostly responding to everyone else’s overflowing conversations with empty smiles and sad eyes.

You aren’t sure how much longer you can take it.

“Suguru?”

His body doesn’t even shift in response to hearing his name, but you feel his eyes on you even though you can’t see them, your gaze instead focused on your hands resting in his lap. Picking at the skin along your nails, you continue.

“Are you okay?”

He’s grateful you can’t hear the way his heartbeat stutters (because then you’d already have the answer to your question).

“Mhm,” he hums, his lips never parting. You miss the way they used to curl into that childlike grin, it’s been so long since you’ve seen it.

You know he’s lying, but unfortunately, you want to believe him. You want to believe him so badly it feels like you’re trapped underground, buried under your love for him, banging on the floorboards overhead, but there’s no one around to hear. There’s dirt in your lungs and you can’t breathe. It hurts, it hurts, it hurts.

Silently, you hold your hand in front of him, pinky raised in a question.

Would you promise?

On instinct, his own hand lifts from his side. It hovers just inches from yours, but he hesitates. The gap between them grows farther with each second they don’t intertwine, stars pushing one another apart, unable to collide. The steadiness in him wavers for a moment as you watch his fingers shake.

He can’t.

When he collapses into you, everything falls apart. Arms wrap around your frame, hands grabbing fistfuls of your uniform. He clings to you like a lifeline, the only thing keeping him from drowning. Because as a child, no one ever taught him how to swim - maybe they didn’t see the point in learning such a useless skill, or maybe they thought they were protecting him. But now, he’s been thrown into relentless waves of grief and with each breath more briney water fills his chest and he’s gasping and scared and he doesn’t know what to do except hold you. The tears falling from his eyes taste like the sea and they burn his throat, but at least for a moment his legs can stop kicking. For a moment, he has someone who can keep him afloat.

Your palms rub slow circles into his back as he cries. The sound is sharp and painful, carving into the still-beating flesh of your heart, but at least it exists. At least he’s here. At least he’s alive.

Placing your lips to the top of his head, you let them rest there as his body shakes.

“It’ll be okay, I’ve got you,” you whisper into his skin, surrounded by small strands of hair pulled loose and warm from the sun. “I promise.”

As things tend to do, they eventually get easier.

You and Suguru talk to the higher ups about changing his schedule, only going on missions with at least one other sorcerer so he’s not doing all the work by himself. They bargain and ultimately even agree to grant him dedicated days off to rest. And finally, you feel as though you’ve been granted your miracle, the scales of fate begrudgingly tipping in your favor.

(If all your pain meant that Suguru’s would be lessened for even a moment you would do it over again a million times. If all your suffering meant that Suguru wouldn’t have to endure it for a second longer, you would suffer for eternity.)

Even as fall returns and the sun shines through the sky less and less, things feel brighter. The two of you find yourselves in the school’s cafeteria making tea every night, and he learns he sleeps better with you in his arms.

When the four of you gather around a picnic table outside to recap your recent assignments, you tell some stupid joke, one that makes Satoru groan and Shoko roll her eyes through a smirk, and you hear it: Suguru laughs. And for a moment, the world stops spinning.

You all exchange glances before turning to face him, his cheeks pushed up and pink, eyes closed in bliss. You can’t contain yourselves as you join him, fits of giggles lilting through the crisp air.

That night, he welcomes you into bed with open arms waiting beneath the covers. His lips are curved into a grin as he places a gentle kiss to your forehead, a newer part of your routine, one that makes your entire body vibrate.

Snuggling against him, the warmth of his chest radiates into your skin, each beat of his heart a welcome melody.

“Hey Suguru?” you murmur.

His voice is laced with sleep as he answers into the darkness, “Yeah?”

“You’re really strong, y’know that?”

Letting out an airy chuckle, he rolls his eyes. “I’m nothing compared to Satoru-”

“You know that’s not what I mean.”

You can hear the air entering his lungs with each breath. He takes in three before he responds. “I know.”

Long fingers trace circles into the bare skin of your arm.

“Suguru?”

You know what you have to tell him - you’ve been holding it for years, keeping it close to you, carrying its weight through each day until you barely notice it anymore. Maybe it’s the change of the seasons, a different density to the air, but suddenly it has begun to feel heavy in your hands.

“Yeah?”

His hands make their way up your neck until they rest along your cheek, guiding your gaze to him through the dark.

Three breaths in, three breaths out.

“I love you.”

You can’t see him smile, but you feel it. The warmth of his palm leaves your face for a moment until you feel it again along your hand. He intertwines his pinky with yours. “I love you, too.”

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the fic u wrote called “use me” WAS SO GOOD OMG. you should write smth where chris is sub and the reader overstimulates him (like he cums like 6 times & he's crying & has to use there safe word) it’s kind of a similar request to the one u already did but idk maybe u could creative w it and do other stuff then like just head and riding. this is so aggressive but idc im a SLUT for sub chris & overstimulation.

pepsi

dwb! chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: ummm this is straight filth so don’t read if you don’t want to , oral (male receiving), p in v, overstimulation, use of vibrator , use of wrist tie, use of safe word

dwb! chris masterlist

thanks for the request !! hope you like <333

I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS I LOVE SUB CHRIS !!

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“you’re so needy tonight, baby” i said to chris, who kept rubbing his bulge against me.

“really need you to fuck the shit out of me ma” he said as planted kisses down his chest.

“you sure ? cause if you want, i can get that bitch whose hands are always on you” i said in a firm, annoyed tone.

“she’s just a customer princess, no one fucks me like you do”

“i know” i said, looking meeting his lust-filled gaze.

eagerly, we quickly helped each other out of our clothes.

“wanna try something new?” i asked, remembering that i had received a new toy in the mail earlier.

“always, baby” with that, i reached into my nightstand grabbing a vibrator and a wrist tie.

when he saw this, his eyes widened. “am i tying you up baby?” he asked.

“nope, i’m tying you up. unless you don’t want me to?”

“of course i do baby, love when you take control” with that i tied his hands together, behind his back.

“you know your safeword?” “pepsi”

“perfect, baby” i said as i gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“are you using the vibrator on yourself ma?” he asked, eagerly. i switched it on.

“nope” i said as i placed it on his tip, making him buck his hips in surprise.

“holy shit ma, fuck fuck fuck” oh he’s in for a long night.

“feel good, chris?” i asked as i moved my face closer to his dick.

“yea ma, holy fuck”

i licked a stripe up his member, watching him squirm.

“jesus baby”

“hmmm you think anyone else can make you feel this good?”

he was feeling so much pleasure, all he could get out was strangled moans.

i grabbed his dick and squeezed the base of it, never moving the vibrator from his tip.

“shit yes!” his eyes widened. “i mean no! no! no one makes me feel like you! oh my gosh”

chris was never usually this vocal, so i was eating this up.

“hmm chris, what’s wrong? can’t even think straight huh?” i asked teasingly.

i took his balls in my mouth, now moving the vibrator up and down his shaft.

“m-ma, if you keep doing that i’m gonna cum”

i briefly paused to answer, “good” and went back to work on his dick.

his hips started to sputter, and he shot out thick white ropes of cum.

without a moment of hesitation, i liked him clean.

“holy shit baby” he said, breathing heavily.

i switched the vibrator off, setting it aside and moving my face back to his cock.

i swirled my tongue around his dick, making him buck his hips up and accidentally pushing himself to the back of my throat.

“baby, baby i’m so sens-“ he cut himself off with a moan as i continued to deepthroat him.

i reached down with my free hand, and played with my clit.

his groans turned into whimpers as i began to moan against him.

“feels so, fuck,so g-good baby”

i moaned in response to his praise, and he fell over the edge again.

i gave him a chance to recover, running my hands up his thighs soothingly and leaving kisses on his abs.

“gonna ride you now” i said moving my legs on either side of him, straddling him.

i didn’t wait for a response as i lined him up with my hole and slowly lowered myself onto him.

“mmmmmm” he whined. i watched as his arms flexed while he tried to fight against his restraint.

i waited a few seconds, and started to move in circular motions loving the way his dick pressed against my walls.

“mmm hm hmmm” more whines, before i started to bounce on his dick.

“ughhhhhh chris you feel so fucking good” i said feeling his dick deep inside of me.

he didn’t last long, already pretty sensitive from his previous orgasms.

“mmmmm- cumming cumming” he whined out as he released inside me. i kept going, determined to finish.

he continued to whine and whimper, while i fucked myself on his cock. his head was thrown back, overtaken with pleasure.

“c’mon chris, know you can make it baby” i said. i was so close to my orgasm.

“fuck chris, i’m cumming baby” i said. shortly after, i released on his cock.

my own release seemed to trigger another from him, taking us both by surprise as he let out a deep moan.

“tell me baby, does anyone else make you cum this much?” he didn’t answer.

he was in a blissed out state, eyes glazed over with lust, his hair sticking to his forehead, and a thin layer of sweat covered his skin.

i grabbed the vibrator, turning it on quickly and placing it where his dick and my pussy met.

“i asked you a god damn question chris”

“no no no no, no one, fuck, no one else. no one else”

the vibrator was hitting my clit perfectly, and i started to rock my body into it.

“shit chris”

chris’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as tears started to fall from his eyes.

“too much, too much baby”

i started to bounce again as i kept the vibrator against my clit, getting closer and closer to another orgasm.

i clenched around him as i released all over his cock again. i then lifted myself off of him and began to jerk him off to help him finish.

his hips twitched violently and i watched him squirm as he got closer and closer.

then, finally, strings of cum shot out of his dick. the more i pumped, the more cum flew out. i was milking him dry.

“OK OK! PEPSI PEPSI!” he yelled.

immediately, i let go of him and untied his wrists.

“shit baby, are you ok?” i asked, becoming concerned.

“i’m sorry, i’m sorry chris”

he then cupped my face. “it’s ok baby, no need to apologize. that was hot as fuck, i just didn’t know if you were ever gonna stop”

“i don’t know if i was either, honestly” we both laughed.

i gave him a kiss to the forehead, “i’m gonna go run you a bath, baby” i said.

“thanks ma”

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…….heyyyy

idek what to say.

i need holy water.

can you tell i love sub! chris ?

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Smut request with this gif? And dark vibes?

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File room boss

>1k, dark(ish?)!Steve x boss f!reader | masterlist

A/N: ty @milla-frenchy. Steve bc the first line of your javi fic the brat instantly made me want to take steve here 😫

WARNINGS: I8+, mildly? dubcon, piv, orgasm denial, creampie.

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Murphy had been acting erratic, and you thought he might have been on drugs. You weren't sure if it was the carnage, the divorce, or both. You asked him to see the DEA counselor, but he never went. One morning you got back from a work trip, and he was even more of a mess. He hadn’t shaved since the last time you saw him. His tie was already loosened. His eyes had darker circles. He looked hot, but you were worried about him. You called him into your office and asked him to give you his service weapon. He rolled his eyes, took it out of the back of his pants, and set it on your desk. Then, he braced his hands on the desk like he might push it across the room. He looked at you darkly.

His eyes were glassy. He asked, “That all? Or ya want this too?” His hand went toward his crotch and your heart skipped a beat, but he was only reaching to unclip his badge.

“Keep it,” you told him. “But I’m putting you on file duty until you get your shit together.”

“Oh come on,” Murphy complained. “You wanna catch this guy or not?”

You glared at him for questioning you. Then you said, “Follow me.” You led him into the file room and he sat on a filing cabinet as you showed him the shelves he should go through. You looked back to see if he was paying attention and he was staring at your ass in your skirt.

“Murphy,” you scolded. “Are you there?”

His eyes shamelessly panned over your body. “Yeah, I’m here,” he answered in a trance, then his eyes met yours. “Just need a second.”

“For what?” you asked. He got off the filing cabinet and brazenly adjusted himself before going to close the blinds. He returned with a darker look in his eyes.

“Sit down,” he put his hands on his hips and nodded to the filing cabinet where he had been sitting.

“You’re on thin ice, Murphy.”

“Just sit,” he repeated in a lower, more ominous tone. He wet his lips and watched as you took your seat. The metal cabinet was cool on the backs of your thighs. Complying was the last thing you should have done, but his display of dominance was turning you on.

He loomed over you, crossing his arms. “Know what I think?” He waited for you to say something.

You rolled your eyes. “What, Murphy?”

“I think you're into bad guys.”

Your face heated up at the accusation. He stepped all the way toward you, and his pants grazed your leg. The cabinet was hip height and just wide enough for him to brace his hands on either side of you. Not to be intimidated, you tried not to pull away. You couldn't do anything about the throbbing between your legs, but you didn't have to show it.

“How many ya thought about fuckin’ a Narco?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” you scoffed.

"The Lion's a good-lookin' fella," he mused.

"No way."

He nodded. “I see those 'fuck me' eyes,” he taunted. “I see’em." He froze at the bottom of his nod and locked eyes with you. “But never when I’m on my best behavior.”

“Which is when?” you retorted.

He smiled with a barely audible chuckle, then walked his hands further as he leaned in. His face was a few inches from yours, and he smelled like cigarettes and whisky. Your heart fluttered and you were gushing wet.

“Now's your chance, boss,” he murmured. He brought his lips almost to yours, then barely grazed them. The spark between you was too much. You kissed him.

Right away, his tongue slid between your lips, he cradled your head, and used his knees to nudge your legs open. The force of his kiss and his body brought you down flat beneath him.

After you were laid down on the surface, he groped your breast and you moaned softly into his mouth. Your hips lifted on their own, seeking contact..He broke the kiss to mutter, “Good girl.” Then, with one hand, he unbuckled his belt, undid his pants and began to tug them down. The bulge in his boxer briefs made your breath hitch.

He stood up to further tug his pants down, then he pulled you by your thighs to the very edge of the cabinet. He threw his loosened tie over his shoulder then hiked up your skirt all the way. You watched his massive hands as he ripped open your pantyhose for access and the cool air hit your dripping cunt.

He looked at your cunt and wet his lips. You wanted him too bad to stop it.

“This doesn't change anything,” you told him.

He raised his eyebrows and tilted his head with a contemplative pout. “We’ll see.”

He pulled his underwear down under his balls and you heard yourself whisper, “Jesus,” at the sight of his thick, stiff cock and his big balls.

He nodded and spat on his dick. Then he wet his lips as he ran his swollen tip through your dripping folds and said, “you're gonna gimme my gun back, aren't ya?” You bit your lip and didn't answer, scolding yourself for being so susceptible to this version of him.

He nodded, and when you didn't answer, he began to pull away. Fuck. You could always get him transferred.

You nodded in agreement.

“Good girl,” he whispered, then notched himself at your entrance and shoved inside. You failed to stifle your moan at the stretch, and he quickly covered your mouth with his. He backed up and slid into you again. His lips broke away, then he started slamming into you, pounding you with his big dick. The files in the cabinet were jostling around, then the file cabinet itself started moving and it was all making too much noise. “Fuck,” he breathed and slowed down. You writhed under him, desperate to come. "Door's unlocked, by the way."

"Why??" You whisper yelled, and he didn't answer. He was so reckless, like he had nothing to lose.

“Can't let ya come,” he panted, “you're too damn loud." Fine, you weren't going to beg. This would give you enough to think about and get off for weeks to come. He kissed you and slowly thrust into you for a minute, grunting and sighing quietly.

Then his deep voice broke the silence. “Where ya want it? Inside or on your blouse?”

“Fuck, Murphy,” you whined. “Not on my shirt.”

After a few more thrusts, he bottomed out and pulsed inside you. “Mmm,” you managed to be quiet but not silent. You were so close, but didn't get there. He pulled out right after he finished. Then he put himself together and left the file room alone without a word. Murphy was waiting for you in your office when you got there.

“My firearm?” he asked.

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Ty for reading 💕

[makeyoumine69]

Guilty Pleasure

— PAIRING: Patrick Bateman x Fem!Reader

— SUMMARY: After you made a mistake in one of yours latest reports, Patrick Bateman — your boss — calls you to the meeting room to teach you a lesson.

— CONTAINS: Smut, Daddy kink, degradation, praising, dry humping, pet names, dirty talk, humiliation, nipple play/sucking, hair hulling, biting, spanking, marking.

— WORDS: 1.2k

— A/N: Sorry, I had to repost this fic due to this situation. More information about my writing challenge you can find here.

— LINKS: [MASTERLIST]; [2k CELEBRATION MASTERLIST]

Your heart was beating like a ticking bomb inside your chest as you made your way to the conference room where your big boss — Patrick Bateman — was waiting for you. You had no other choice but to comply, even though you didn't want to go. Tense, yet annoyed, you turned the last corner and saw a small group of yuppies whose arrogant expressions made you sick. Although you tried to ignore the way one of them looked at you — Timothy Bryce as far as you could remember — something heavy dropped in your gut, you hated that kind of attitude, so you had to bite your tongue and open the door to the meeting room.

As soon as you stepped inside, you noticed Patrick sitting at the large wooden table across from the entrance, wearing his favorite black pinstripe suit with red tie and Oliver Peoples O'Malley glasses.

"You're late." He muttered, not even bothering to look at you as he flipped through a folder of documents.

"No, I'm not! You asked me to come at eleven."

Only then did he deign to glance at you — his piercing gaze instantly sent shivers down your spine. "11 o'clock was 10 minutes ago, darling."

Damn it!

A sharp breath escaped your lips as you checked your watch and realized that he was right. "I'm sorry, sir."

Bateman couldn't help but grin with satisfaction and put the folder aside, tapping his long fingers on the table surface. "Do you know why you're here?"

Embarrassed, you looked down for a second, unable to bear the way he was staring at you. "Actually, no."

His low hum bounced off the walls of the meeting room, and now you could finally admit to yourself that you were so damn nervous and even scared, but you couldn't show it to him. After all, you needed this job, you'd already done so much to get the chance to work at P&P, you couldn't let it all end like this.

"I wanted to talk to you about the last report you did for me," Patrick beckoned you with a soft smile, and you could swear that this jerk was enjoying every second of this situation, almost like having the power over you was his personal kink. "I think I found a mistake that is quite serious."

"That can't be," you gasped, moving toward his seat. "I've double-checked everything so many times and—"

"Hey, it's all right," he cut you off, watching you come closer and shamelessly checking out your legs. "Mmm, this skirt is better than your previous ones, but it's still not short enough."

Scowling, you took a deep breath to not just punch him right in his perfect face and just leave.

"C'mon, have a seat." He playfully motioned to his knee, but you pretended not to understand his gesture and tried to sit on the chair nearby. That annoyed him slightly, so he grabbed you by your hips and forced you to sit on his lap. "Are you testing me, babydoll?"

His large palm was already tracing invisible patterns along your breasts through your silk blouse, not even giving you a chance to protest. Taking advantage of your shock, he nipped at your neck, leaving a few hickeys that made you squeal.

"Mr. Bateman!"

"Shush," he growled in a raspy voice, quickly positioning you in a way that made you face him, and his knee was right between your thighs. "Do you want the whole office to know what a slut you are? If I remember correctly, you care about your job."

Smirking, he watched you close your eyes in embarrassment and pulled up the hem of your skirt to squeeze your ass. The cold metal of his Rolex brushed against your skin, making you gasp, and he used the moment to kiss you hard on the lips. He plugged his warm tongue in and your mouth and you immediately squeaked against his lips.

"Ahh, look at you," Bateman crooned sweetly, drawing a long, wet line across your face. "Such a dirty little whore! You like it when Daddy plays rough with you, huh?"

Panting, you whimpered as he tugged on your hair to make you look at him. "Yes, Daddy...I l-love everything you do to me."

"Ohh, is that so?" He chuckled and unbuttoned your blouse so he could slide his hand inside to play with one of your swollen nipples. "Now be a good girl and prove it to me."

God, everything was too much, his hoarse voice sent shivers down your spine, and not to mention the way his skilled fingers twisted your little tip, pinching it a bit too tightly, but that only spurred your pussy to pulsate even more. You let him pull you into another kiss, his lips moving greedily against yours, and you didn't even notice that you were starting to grind against his thigh, your throbbing clit rubbing against the expensive fabric of his pants, increasing the tingling in your lower abdomen.

"Mmmhm, Daddy," you clang desperately at his strong biceps through his suit, causing him to grunt in response. "Someone can see us."

"Then be quiet," Patrick licked your neck and groped your hips, forcing you to move faster. "I'm going to rip your panties off and fuck you right here if you don't cum soon."

Holy shit.

You wanted to cry at the strength which he held your thighs, pinning you to his lap and twisting your taut nipples one by one until he took one of them into his mouth.

"Aww!" You yelped quietly as he bit your peak with his sharp teeth. "I'm so… I'm s-so close… mhmm…!"

Wrapping your hands around his neck, you surrendered to his power, letting the delightful rapture consume you completely as your soft inner walls began to clench around nothing. When Bateman noticed the way you were twitching, he squeezed your hips even harder, pressing you close to his firm body as you couldn't stop shaking. You thought you would bite your lips so hard till the point of drawing blood, but Bateman stopped you by pushing his thumb inside your warm mouth, and you sucked on it as if your life depended on it.

"Yes. Just like that," he cooed to you, unable to take his eyes off your shivering body. "You make Daddy so proud."

With that, he slapped your ass and stood up, holding you in his arms. Gently, he placed you on the table and spread your legs to admire the view of your soaked pussy. He then roughly pulled down your panties — you didn't have the strength or courage to resist.

"Imagine if someone came in and saw me eating you out," he snickered, giving your cunt a quick slap that made you whimper and flinch from the overstimulation. Smugly, Patrick adjusted his pants and hid your wet underwear in the pocket of his suit. "I bet you want this."

The voices behind the door only grew louder, but you couldn't hear them because your own heartbeat drowned out all sounds. If you ended up losing your job, at least you would know who was to blame, and one day you would take your revenge, one way or another.

P.S. Thank you for reading until the end! I don’t have a taglist. You can follow my side blog @makeyoumineagain and turn on notifications to know when I update!

[otherone12]

Backstage & Makeup

(the most uncreative title EVER, sorry.)

Gerard way x Drummer!Reader

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A/N: Hey!! I’ve been thinking about how to make a whole fic with a small scene I wrote a long ago. I imagine this in the Revenge era, but feel free to change it, btw, I hope you like it. Any ideas, just send them to me and I will write :D (i got another 5 fics plots that i'm working on, if school gets me some break i'll post this fics soon).

Summary: You’re MCR’s drummer, you and Gerard are dating and he's cute. (there's nothing more to say to describe this, just that he does your makeup).

- Word Count: 1.015

- Warnings: none ;)

- Ps: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps2: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language ... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV

Backstage is such a beautiful place, not because of the decoration, architecture or something like that, but the feeling of the need to get back on stage and make all those people experience a moment they won't forget. Being with my friends and laughing by nothing while we get dressed, this just makes backstage a special place. 

This time wasn’t different, except for the fact that now Gerard and I weren't just friends anymore. He never loses a chance to show how much he cares about me, giving unexpecting hugs, giving a lot of compliments and being the cutest person in this whole world.

This time was my turn to get out to buy some coffee for us. When I got back with the cups and distributed them among the five of us, Gerard was holding a little box. He looked at me with his shiny hazel eyes and an adorable smile.

- I got something for you. - He appeared to be extremely excited when he reached out to hand me the small box he was holding. - It’s not a special day, but I saw this and it instantly reminds me of you. 

I couldn’t help but smile ear to ear. Not because he buys me a gift, but because whatever it was, he thought of me. Without saying a thing, I opened the box and saw a silver necklace, with a pendant in my favorite color in the shape of a drop. It was a minimalist necklace and when I laid eyes on it, I decided that once I put it around my neck, I would never take it off.

I took a few seconds looking at that before saying something.

- Thanks, Gee! I love it!  - Excited, I threw myself into his arms and hugged him tight, careful not to spill the coffee all over us both. - Can you help me to…

I didn’t finish the sentence, and he fastened the necklace clasp around my neck.

- I’m glad you like it, sugar! 

Without turning around to face him, he laid his chin on my shoulder and kissed my neck, smoothly. 

After we all finished our coffees, it was time to get ready to get on stage. I grabbed my clothes and in less than ten minutes I was dressed with my black shirt and red tie. My hair was fixed, but not too much ‘cause I know it will get ruined after the first song we played. Now, the only thing missing was my make up. I looked to Gerard, and he was ready, somehow he does his make in like five fucking seconds.

Sitting in the chair in front of this god damn mirror, it was already the third time I tried to do my makeup, and just didn’t feel good enough to get on the stage. Gerard, by the other hand, was jumping around with the pre-show adrenaline, with his perfect eyeline and awesome eyeshadow.

- Can you help me with this, babe? - I sighed and said looking at him, with my eyeliner in hand.  

- With what? - He asked, moving to my way. - Are you okay?

- I'm fine, just my makeup… I don’t understand how you do it so easily.  

- Practice, I guess - He smiled, taking the eyeliner from my hand and getting closer to my body - Don't you already know how to do this?

- Yeah… but I want you to help me…. - I did my best puppy eyes and held his hips to get him even closer - Pretty please!

- Okay, babe, you don’t need to beg… - He chuckled; his smile turned a malicious grin on his face while he spoke the next sentence - at least, not now.

- shut up! 

laughing, I pushed him away, but not strong enough to make him back off, ‘cause it wasn’t the intention at all. Gerard sat on my lap and asked to open my eyes wide, so he could do my makeup. I tried not to blink, but I couldn't help, after some “sorrys” he finished this part of the makeup.

- Okay, now, close your eyes 

His soft voice reached my ears slowly and I obeyed. Waiting for the sensation of the brush on my eyelid, I get surprised when the only thing I felt was his warm lips pressed on mine, kindly. His cold hands touched my cheek and my neck, making me shiver while his lips remained glued to mine. 

Gerard pulled up, and I opened my eyes with a tiny smile on my face. 

- I thought I told you to close your eyes. - He tried to stay serious, but he wasn’t good at that - Didn’t i?

- Sorry - I immediately closed my eyes again, feeling now the brush. - I was hoping for another kiss… 

- If you play everything right in the show tonight, i’ll give you another kiss - His tone was soft as the brush on my eyelid, which was getting red with the makeup - And i know you will, you always do, sugar… aaand done!

Finally, he placed a kiss on my forehead and looked at my face, admiring the incredibly good job he did. Now, I was ready to get on stage with the guys, but I wanted to stay there with Gee a bit more.

- I don’t know if I can wait ‘till the show ends to kiss you again…

I tried to act the best way I could, pretending that I was about to cry or something like that. In answer to this,  he shook his head in some fake disappointment.

- You probably can’t. 

He sighed, looked deep in my eyes, then approached his face to mine. The tension in the room was getting strong, somehow, time got slow. The smell of coffee and cigarettes emanated from him, getting me tipsy and lost when my hands reached his hair, waiting to mess it all up. 

With our lips almost together again to this desired second kiss, he whispered:

- Maybe we could-

Before Gerard could finish, Frank hit the door and shouted as it opened, without waiting for permission to enter, he just said:

- Guys, it's time! You two can fuck after the show.

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~ This one was short, because i just had the makeup part in my mind, and didn't know how to start it. Lemme know if you like it!

[jnocks]

A Chance

Summary: Summertime what a wonderful time for everybody, could be that a love blossoms through the rays of sunlight… In other words once she saw you, she just had to shoot her shot no matter what it took.

Pairing: Billie Eilish x Fem!reader

Warnings: None, I don’t think

A\N: HII, this is my first fic, it is based off of “The Notebook”. I am a little nervous to post but I thought why not. Soooo with that being said I will post more on here but only for shits and giggles!

Love— JB💗

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The summer breeze felt euphoric against your skin. Summer had finally arrived which excited everyone. You especially, since you were able to get away from all your school work and the stress that it brought all together. You always visited your hometown for summer and the holidays so it was no doubt that you were extremely excited to go back to the place you loved most. You were extremely known back home, practically everyone knew who you were. After all, you were the brain and beauty of the town.

As soon as you set foot in your childhood home you were welcomed by all your friends and family that missed you dearly. Happy that you were back your friend suggested you guys hit the carnival and have some fun. You agreed, and now here you were in the cutest dress you could find, looking at all the attractions and rides, excitement bubbling in your stomach.

Little did you know someone was watching you from afar, mesmerized by the beauty and grace that you held.

An annoyed “Hellooo earth to Billie” snapped Billie out of whatever trance you had her in. Though not completely as she still glanced your way multiple times seeming as though she could not stop herself.

“Huh, oh sorry, we’re you saying something?” She said sort of mumbling her words as she couldn’t care less what her friend was talking about. Probably talking to her about some bullshit party with cheap alcohol.

“Yes I was saying something, I was telling Finneas about how we should have him….” The words went into one ear and went out the other. “ Who is that?” Billie completely cut her off “ Who is who?” “Her” “ That’s Y/n L/n, prettiest girl in town, loads of money. Everyone knows her she’s like the talk of the town every time she comes to visit” “ Talk of the town huh” Billie mumbled to herself her friend caught it though “ what” “uh nothing I’ll catch up with you in a bit I’m gonna go grab a hot dog or something” Billie hurried out as she saw you and your group of friends walking out of the bumper cart file.

“That’s totally unfair you both teamed up on me, I was like a helpless puppy” Exclaimed your friend Robert, who you knew had a tiny crush on you. “Oh shut up Rob, just admit you suck at every game we play” retorted Allie, your best friend since you guys were 5, while she went to hold Noah’s hand that was around her shoulder. “Allie stop don’t be mean” you feigned playfully laughing at the interaction. You guys were currently walking aimlessly laughing and teasing each other.

Out of nowhere a figure stood right in front of you guys, prompting you guys to stop laughing. “Do you wanna dance with me?” asked the girl infront of you, she looked around at the group you were with before reverting her gaze back to you. She was cute, with her long black hair and ocean eyes. She was wearing a baggy white shirt, baggy jeans and a tie lay loose around her neck. “No.” You retorted bluntly “ No?” She replied looking a little defeated but still determined to get through to you. “Why not?” She questioned, eyes filling with a look of warmth and yearning “Because I don’t want to” You spoke softly looking away from her gaze for a second. Noah spoke up behind you, Allie by his side “ Billie she’s with us”.

“Y/n wanna ride the Ferris wheel?” Robert spoke directly to you excluding Billie while you put an arm on his shoulder saying you’d love to. Robert brushed passed Billie with you on his side while Noah and Allie followed behind. Billie stood there for a couple seconds before turning around to look at where you had gone with a smug smile on her face, licking her lips.

You parted from Robert and Allie took his place hooking arms with you “Billie Eilish” she spoke “ What? ” you questioned “ Works at the studio with her brother Finneas” “Oh” “ Did you see she was standing like 2 inches away from my face!?” You whispered, eyebrows furrowing “ Yea I saw, that’s Billie though” “ You know I’m surprised she even came over I think she likes you” You shrugged whatever had happened back there with Billie off, furrowing your brows. Sure she was cute but you were only here to spend time with your friends and family not wander off on some summer fling.

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Billie stared as you and Robert sat laughing and chatting on the Ferris wheel, her face full of determination and longing. She wanted to have you, no, she needed to have you. You were so pretty, from the way your hair swayed to the way you smiled and showed off your pearly whites. Billie knew she would treat you right, treat you better than anybody would.

Without any hesitation Billie jogged up the ramp to the Ferris wheel and jumped onto the booth you and Rob were sitting in, landing right on top of both of you guys. “ Hey you can’t do that Billie !!” “I’ll pay you when I get down Tommy!” Billie shouted back to man in charge of moving the wheel. You shouted and exclaimed out of surprise “ Get off of me, what are you doing!?” Billie maneuvered herself so that she was sat right in the middle of the both of you. “ Man do you mind, what’s your problem!?” Shouted Rob clearly fed up with Billie after the act she pulled earlier. However, Billie payed no mind keeping her gaze on you as she turned she introduced herself “ I’m Billie Eilish” she said sticking her hand out “ So!?” You replied “ So it’s really nice to meet you” Annoyed Rob asked “ Y/n who is this girl?” “I don’t know, Billie Eilish” you retorted in annoyance as if it wasn’t obvious who this was. “I would really like to take you out.” Billie spoke locking eyes with you. “Friend do you mind!?” Shouted Rob as he wanted Billie out.

“Hey only two people in the chair Billie!” Tommy yelled up as he stopped the whole wheel.

“ Okay alright okay” Billie got up frustrated and jumped gripping unto the bars infront of the booth. She was now dangling many feet up in the air. “Get down Billie you’re gonna kill yourself!”

“Billie cut it out!” Shouted both Noah and Allie. Billie ignored their cries and focused solely on you. “Now will you go out with me?” She asked practically begging you with her eyes to say yes.

“What. No” You huffed out in disbelief, this was too much, whoever this Billie person was, was crazy to dangle several feet up in the air for 1 date with you. “No?” She repeated, a look of hurt passed Billie’s face. “No” you repeated more harshly this time “Why not?” She questioned sadness in her voice. She needed you and she was gonna have you no matter what. You were the prettiest girl she had ever seen and she wasn’t gonna let you go without trying. “I don’t know, because I don’t want to” you explained annoyance lacing your tone. Billie glanced down before glancing back up at you “Okay well then you leave me no choice” With that she lets one hand go and is now holding on with the other. You yell in fear.

“I’m not kidding Billie stop fooling around” Grab the bar Billie this isn’t funny” Allie and Noah both yell. “ Not until she says yes” Billie gasps as it is taking all her will power to hold on. “ God damn my hands slipping” Billie sighs her brows furrow as she looks down and then back up at you. “ I’m gonna ask you one last time, will you… or will you not go out with me?” She yearns for you, just one chance she begs with her eyes and you can see it.

“Aw honey go out with her” Noah yells from under. “ Fine fine okay I’ll go out with you” you hurriedly agree. “No don’t do me any favors” Billie gasps and her arm starts to strain and hurt. “No no I want to” you rush out “ What!?” Rob looks at you in disbelief. “Say it” she gasps out, voice shaky “ I want to go out with you!” You yell quietly

Billie looks at you and mumbles “say it again” she licks her lips, brows furrowing again, arms starting to tire and slip. “ I want to go out with you!!!” You yell out so that she can come down and not hurt herself.

As soon as she heard your yell Billie smiles smugly at you, eyes full of warmth and happiness. “Alright alright we’ll go out” she teases.

She puts both hands on the bar and looks at you with a look that makes your stomach flutter. She looks at you like you’re the only person there is. The only person for her and hopefully sooner rather than later you see that she is the only person for you as well.

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[heylavellan]

2024 writing round up

saw @inquisimer doing this, so thought i'd jump in as well. i like stats (i study it!) so i thought it would be fun to see what i did this year, especially since i picked up writing again about in august! if you feel comfortable sharing your stats, feel free to jump in. thought i'd also tag a few people (lemme know if you wanna be untagged!!): @lasatfat, @miladydewintcr, @shouldaspunastory, and @rookfeathers

words published: 47,643

additional words written: 45,616

total words: 93,259

fandoms: oops all dragon age!! mostly inquisition, veilguard, and origins, but there was a smattering of awakening and the books (aka various authors)

highest kudos: this actually surprised me! it's a tie at 39 for both of my viperquin/tashur fics! My Personal Andraste and Business as Usual. Very thankful to the Viperquin brainrot community on Tumblr for being so supportive!! ;u;

highest hit oneshot: also Business as Usual! my rookanis fic, sous chef was a close second by 10 hits.

new things I tried: mostly getting into fic writing again! i started up in august after a two year hiatus from fan writing in general. i published my first smut, took part in gift exchanges, and tried an epistolary.

fic I spent the most time on: Two of Your Finest Vints for @dapolyshipping. two and a half months trying to figure out how dorikrembull worked in a way that felt genuine. it's established qpr krem bullee figuring out that they both want dorian. krem falls in love and bull slots in just right :')

favorite thing I wrote: it's really silly, but Pigeon Proofing. writing with shale's voice is so fucking fun, and the prompt i got for this one had me shitting myself with laughter. also, wynne and shale have a delightful friendship.

honourable mention to frocks, frills, and thrills, a fun 4+1 things fic written as a part of @black-emporium-exchange. i had fun researching the dresses and avoiding writing my masters thesis. also is the reason that LettersandCoffee and i have been designated to be friends by the universe!

favorite thing(s) I read: so so many! here's a selection below:

Wingin It by @lioncubofboone. Dorian/Cullen/Krem. Krem plays wingman for Dorian/Cullen but misses the fact that he is sorely in love with them :')

All Hail West Thedas by @blarrghe. Dorian/Adaar/Bull. When I say you need to consider gay cowboys, you need to consider gay cowboys!!

Excised by jtph. Couldn't find their tumblr, so I've linked their YouTube. Dorian/Anders, past!Handers, FenHawke. Modern AU where Anders is a brain trauma patient at the hospital Dorian works at and they spend more and more time together.

If You Want by romanticiding. Couldn't find socials. Alistair/m!Cousland. Bros help each other come, right?

Teagan's Chance by @cherieofthedragons. Teagan/f!Cousland. Meriana never wanted anyone during the Fifth Blight, but she wants Teagan :')

writing goals for 2025: finish "As the World Falls Down," a post DA:O zevwarden fic where alistair made the final sacrifice. publish at least one work per month. and do another gift exchange! they're fun

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Sebek - Elf on a Throne

Prompt: N/a Rating: General Characters: Sebek, Malleus, Asher (OC) Notes: I couldn't find any inspiration to write for the Fluffcember prompts today, so have some fun with Sebek instead. Asher is one of my OC's who is a freshman student in Diasomnia Dorm. Masterlists for my other fics

Sebek believed the doll was demonically possessed. 

He first saw it sitting on the mantle in Diasomnia’s lounge. It’s bright red suit and pointed hat made it difficult to miss. Sebek took one look at its big eyes and disconcerting smile and chose to dismiss it. Students left their personal items in the lounge all the time, and Lilia assured him he didn’t have to track down the owner. He hurried off to Equestrian Club and didn’t look it in the eye when he returned. 

He found it lounging on the couch the next morning. He froze when he saw the red hat out of the corner of his eye. He slowly stood and backed away from the couch. The doll smiled up at him where it was propped against a throw pillow. A small plate of cookies sat beside it, one having a single bite taken out of it. He swore its eyes followed him as he retreated from the lounge. 

The next morning, Sebek found it sitting at one of the tables with a hand of playing cards spread in front of it. The next day, it was hanging from a chandelier by a string of lights. The day after that, it was composing a history paper! 

The morning Sebek walked into the lounge and the doll was sitting on Lord Malleus’s throne was the morning Sebek confronted it. 

“How dare you sit on my liege’s throne!” Sebek shouted. He pointed at the scoundrel doll. It blankly stared up at him with its cheeky smile. It even had its own tiny housewarden staff! “I may have allowed you to roam around the lounge, but you have gone too far! What have you to say for yourself?” 

The doll sat silently upon the throne. Sebek stepped back and watched it with caution. He didn’t know what magic the doll possessed, but he would be prepared to counter anything! “I’m warning you, I will give you one chance to defend yourself. Then I will challenge you to a duel for my liege’s honor!” 

When the doll’s silence continued, Sebek somberly pulled out his magic pen. "You leave me no choice.” 

The gem on his pen glowed a bright red in preparation of a fire spell. A shout behind him stalled the spell. “Wait! Wait, Sebek!” 

Asher sprinted up one of the staircases to reach the throne. He gasped for breath and pushed his glasses up his nose when they repeatedly slipped. His uniform was untucked and his tie crooked. “Don’t...don’t fight it. It’s just a joke.” 

“A joke?” Sebek repeated. He flicked his pen towards the doll. Asher lurched forward as if to put himself between Sebek and the doll. “How is this demon possessed doll a joke? He’s a threat to Lord Malleus!” 

“It’s not possessed!” Asher protested. He picked up the doll and shook it to make its ragdoll limbs flail in every direction. “It’s just a doll!” 

“It moved!” Sebek argued. He twisted and pointed at every place he had found the doll in the past week. “It started on the mantle, then the couch, then the table, then the chandelier. How do you explain its movement if it’s not possessed?” 

“I was moving it!” 

“You’ve partnered with the doll to dethrone Malleus?” 

“No!” Asher frantically shook his head. “It’s a holiday tradition I do with my family at home. My mother would move the doll around the house and set up funny little scenes with it.” 

Sebek lowered his pen a little more. “Why would you bring it here?” 

Asher’s face reddened. “I wasn’t going to, but Housewarden Draconia...” 

“Where is the amusing little elf today?” 

Sebek gasped and spun to face Malleus. Malleus’s boyish grin and brightly twinkling eyes nearly made Sebek swoon. He stiffened to attention to keep himself from falling over and embarrassing himself. He could only stare when Malleus gracefully rushed across the room to join them by the throne. 

The shine in Malleus’s face dimmed when he saw the doll in Asher’s hand. “Oh. Did I arrive too early? I have tried to keep to the same time every day, but it is possible I allowed my eagerness to supersede patience.” 

“Sorry, housewarden,” Asher said, ducking his head. “The place I had it today wasn’t—.” 

“It is my fault!” Sebek lamented. He dipped forward into a deep bow. “I misunderstood the situation! I thought the doll was demonically possessed and attempting to take your throne!” 

A stretch of silence made Sebek sweat. Malleus lightly chuckled. “A possessed doll? Like the story Lilia would tell for Halloween? I do not believe the two are related. This doll is simply the human's version of a mischievous little elf. Correct, Kindle?” 

“Yes, sir!” 

Malleus hummed. “This was a simple misunderstanding then. You are forgiven, Sebek, but let this be a lesson to investigate all possibilities before drawing conclusions.” 

“Yes, sir!” Sebek straightened. Malleus’s smile had returned, which made Sebek smile. “I will not make the same mistake again!” 

“I trust you will not.” Malleus turned to put his back to them. “Now, I shall pretend I have not seen the elf yet.” 

Sebek stood frozen in confusion. Asher didn’t have the same problem. He quickly posed the doll on the throne again with one of its arms wrapped around the handmade staff. He stepped away from the throne and gasped. “Buddy! What’re you doing now?” 

Malleus twirled before Asher finished his question. Malleus’s giggle left Sebek even more speechless. “I see. He is attempting to usurp my throne. He even has his own staff! Very creative, Kindle. I look forward to seeing where your elf appears tomorrow.” 

Malleus left with a swirl of his cape and a happy hum. Asher sighed. “Thank goodness. I was so worried he’d be upset when he didn’t see the doll set up like I had intended.” 

Sebek grabbed Asher by the shoulders, startling the other boy. “I will assist you with the elf tomorrow!” 

Asher’s wide eyes blinked behind his glasses. “Huh?” 

“What time do you move the elf?” Asher stuttered out a time. Sebek firmly noded. “Excellent. I will be here with additional accessories.” 

“Additional what?” 

Sebek ignored Asher and hurried out of the lounge. He only had a few hours to prepare everything. If the strange human tradition of the mischievous elf amused Lord Malleus, then Sebek would guarantee each new experience would be a unique one! 

[thecharmedburrowspn-files]

20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @illegalcerebral!

How many works do you have on AO3? Only 4. The rest is on FF.NET.

What is your total AO3 word count? 180,388

What fandoms do you write for? I've written for Harry Potter (but I don't see myself revisiting that fandom) and am currently writing for The Vampire Diaries. I have plot bunnies for Supernatural and Smallville.

What are your top five fics by kudos? Imperfectly Bound: Part 1, Second Chances, Time's Up (Sequel to Second Chances), and my OC Winter Challenge collection

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I try to respond to them because I like readers to know that I saw it and it meant something that they took the time. And if I haven't updated in a while, I like to let them know the story isn't abandoned. The only exception is if the comment just says to "update soon".

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I guess Time's Up: A Second Chances Sequel. I wrote it in respond to the TVD finale (and I was not happy about it).

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Most are positive but more along the lines of optimistic/hopeful than 'happy'.

Do you get hate on your fic? Not really. I've had a couple rude comments but nothing that really qualifies as hate.

Do you write smut? No. I don't have a problem with it; I just don't have the skill to write it.

Do you write crossovers? No

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yes, I was alerted to someone reposting a fic on wattpad a year or so ago. I suspect it's happened more than once but I got that instance removed.

Have you ever had a fic translated? No

Have you ever co-written a fic? No

What's your all-time favorite ship? Oh, that's tough. For fandom in general I think it's nearly a tie between Mulder/Scully and Bones/Booth. But I think Mulder/Scully will always be first because of how foundational The X-Files is for me. As far as top ship for what I'll read.... That really depends on whatever the current obsession is.

What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Listen, It might take me a decade but I will finish 'Imperfectly Bound'. I doubt I'll ever finish the SPN fic though.

What are your writing strengths? I really have no idea. Maybe establishing the relationships between the characters? If not a strength, it's definitely something I've improved.

What are your writing weaknesses? Oh so many but the top two: Not planning out a story and a lack discipline to write

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I'm not fluent in anything but English so I probably wouldn't do it.

First fandom you wrote for? Harry Potter

Favorite fic you've ever written? Hmm, I'll with 'Imperfectly Bound' since I am pretty happy with what I've done with it.

No pressure tags: @wordspin-shares, @darknightfrombeyond, @cecexwrites @eddysocs, @anotherunreadblog, @karimac @residentdormouse @starsandstormyseas @the-moon-loves-the-sea, @witchofinterest

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Becoming Brothers chapter 2 - School and Scheming

Chapter 1 | This is chapter 2! 

Fic summary:  Everyone knew Roman and Remus were twins – at least, that was what they told anyone who’d listen. In fact, the only people who knew they weren’t related at all were Roman and Remus themselves, and of course their single dads, Logan and Virgil. But when the boys realise their dads are falling for each other, they might have a chance to become real brothers, if only the grown-ups would stop being so oblivious. It looks like some matchmaking is in order…

Relationships: Platonic/familial Creativitwins, romantic analogical. 

Also posted on my ao3: stormofstarlight 

Word count: 4019 

Taglist for this fic: @iclaimedtobethebetterbard @star-crossed-shipper @theblackcatscratchpost 

Author’s note: Hello again! It’s been exactly a year since I posted the first chapter of this fic, which wasn’t planned at all. This is kind of a beast of a chapter so it took a while, but I’m really happy with how it turned out XD 

“Dad, you can let go. I’ll be fine!” Remus insisted, trying to pull away from Virgil, who’d pulled him into a hug just as they got out of the car in the high school car park.

Virgil sighed, and gave him one last squeeze before he pulled away. “I know,” he said softly. “I know you will, really. Have fun, okay? High school is big, and it might seem scary, but I’m sure you’ll do great.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Remus said, craning his neck to look around. He’d been here on the open day last year, but the school looked so different when it was full of people milling about. Most of them were bigger than him, and he could see groups of boys jostling each other, and gaggles of girls with identical haircuts and far more makeup than the rules on the website said was allowed. And now he was going to be one of them. In a black blazer and tie identical to everyone else, he was a high school kid now. And that wasn’t scary. At all.

The knot in his chest relaxed a little when he saw a familiar blue car pull into a nearby spot in the busy car park.

“Roman!” Remus called, waving when he saw Roman get out of one of the doors in the back.

“Remus!” Roman called back, dashing over to him with his backpack still hanging off one shoulder. He looked smart in his new blazer, and Logan must have done his hair this morning because his light brown locks were styled into a neat quiff. He probably looked smarter than Remus did with an untucked shirt – because even though Virgil had told him to tuck it in this morning he’d found that uncomfortable – and hair that got messed up the second the wind touched it.

“We’re in high school now!” Roman exclaimed, as if Remus didn’t already know that. “I can’t wait to start! I’m going to be in all the school plays, and I’m going to do guitar lessons – because they have those here – and maybe trumpet as well, and piano, and-”

“And before you do any of that, you need to go to assembly,” Logan cut in, with a fond smile. “You don’t want to be late on your first day, do you?”

He bent down to adjust Roman’s tie as he spoke, though Remus thought it already looked perfectly neat.

“Remember, you’re, getting the number fifteen bus home. The number will be on the front,” Virgil reminded the two of them, “and you’re both going to Logan’s house.”

“I know,” Remus said. “You’ve only told me fifty times today.”

“Just want to make sure you know,” Virgil chuckled, wrapping one arm around Remus’ shoulder in a little side hug, which Remus didn’t mind so much because it was just starting to sink in that he was going to be in a new place without his dad all day.

“You both have your water bottles, don’t you?” Logan asked, and the boys nodded. “Remember to actually drink from them, it’s a big day and you’ll need to stay hydrated.”

“I feel like we’re in class already,” Remus whispered to Roman, who giggled.

Logan furrowed his eyebrows in annoyance, but Virgil elbowed him playfully and he seemed to relax.  

“You’ll never win against them,” Virgil said, with a small laugh.

“They are quite the double act,” Logan admitted. “Anyway, you two really should get to assembly now, I’ll see you both when I finish work.”

He patted Roman on the shoulder, kind of stiff and formal like he always was, but Roman surged forward and wrapped him in a tight hug.

“See you later, Dad,” Roman mumbled into the front of Logan’s shirt.

“Yes, I’ll… I’ll see you later, Roman.” Logan’s eyes glistened a little, and he wrapped his arms around Roman as well.

Virgil pulled Remus close again, and Remus didn’t try to pull away this time.

“I’m so proud of you, you know that?” Virgil said quietly.  

“I know,” Remus said thickly, because he did. No matter what his teachers had said at parent’s evening in primary school, or how long it took Remus to do his homework, or how many times he said the wrong thing in the wrong situation, Virgil always made sure to tell Remus how proud he was of him, and how well he was doing by just being himself.

“Have a good day, kid,” Virgil said, and he ruffled Remus’ hair one final time, then tutted at how he’d messed it up and tried to smooth it down again.

For a moment, Remus considered asking Virgil not to make him go. Maybe if he begged enough, he’d be able to stay home instead of going to a school full of loud kids who would probably make fun of him, and teachers who would say he didn’t try hard enough. But he knew Virgil had work. He’d stick it out, just for one day. Maybe it wouldn’t be as bad as he was expecting.

So instead, he gave his dad the bravest smile he could, and nodded before he walked off with Roman.

“Remus, tuck your shirt in!” Virgil called after him.

Remus sighed – he’d been so close to getting away with it – but he did as he was told before he and Roman joined the busy crowd of people entering the building. The crowd was a lot bigger than Remus was used to. Even Roman looked a little apprehensive, and Roman always said he wasn’t scared of anything. Remus squeezed Roman’s hand as they walked through the doors, and Roman squeezed back.

The assembly hall wasn’t hard to find – it was just inside the main doors, and Remus had sat in there for a talk on the open day, so he remembered the way. It was already packed when they got there, and the first few rows of benches in front of the stage were already filled. Remus didn’t mind, though – he didn’t like sitting near the front anyway, because the teachers would always see him fidgeting and tell him off. He immediately made for the cool tiered seating at the back, but a teacher blocked his path and ushered him and Roman towards the fourth row back of benches.

“So, what are we going to do?” Remus asked Roman once they sat down. The hall was slowly filling with buzzing chatter as more students entered behind them.

“About our dads?”

Remus nodded.

“Well, we need to figure out how to set them up,” Roman said. “We can draw up a plan in the treehouse after school.”

Remus opened his mouth to say something else, but a teacher shushed him as a woman walked onto the stage. He recognised her as the headmistress from the pictures all over the website and the speech she’d given at the open day. She was definitely breaking the make-up rules, with bright red lipstick that matched her polka-dot blouse, but the rules never seemed to apply to teachers.

Remus tried to whisper to Roman throughout the assembly, but he kept getting looks from the teachers stood at the side of the hall. After a while, even Roman started to look annoyed with him, because the teachers probably thought he was being disruptive too, so Remus was quiet after that.

At the end of assembly, the headmistress called each student’s name, and directed them to a form tutor. Remus and Roman were both in 7C, and were pointed over to a smiley man called Dr Picani. Remus hadn’t thought that doctors could be teachers too, but Virgil had worked two jobs in the past, so he supposed it made sense.

Dr Picani made a show of counting the students’ heads before he led them down the corridor. The assembly hall was attached to what Remus vaguely remembered as the humanities building, and their form room was on the second floor. The walls were covered in brightly coloured displays, and graphics with cartoon characters – a few of which Remus recognised. He didn’t really understand what much of the writing in the displays meant, but there were a few diagrams of brains, which Remus thought were pretty cool. There was even a model brain on Dr Picani’s desk, cut open to show sections inside highlighted with different colours.

“This is a psychology classroom,” Dr Picani explained, when one of the students asked. “None of you will be able to take psychology until GSCE, but I do teach some history classes as well, so some of you might still have me as a teacher!”

Remus grabbed a seat at the front of the classroom right next to Roman – mostly so he could get a better look at the model brain, but also because Dr Picani actually seemed alright.

Dr Picani handed out the timetables, and Remus was relieved to see that his history teacher was listed as Dr E Picani.

“Hey, we have mostly the same classes,” Roman said, leaning over to compare his timetable to Remus’.

“You will do for this term at least,” Dr Picani told him, sitting down at his desk. “You’ll be in your form groups for all your classes, then after Christmas you might get split up into sets.”

Remus privately hoped that wouldn’t happen, but before he could voice that thought his attention was once again captured by the model brain. “If you’re a doctor, do you cut open people’s brains?” he asked.

He heard Roman make a grossed out noise beside him, but Dr Picani just chuckled.

“No, I’m not a surgeon. I have my Doctorate in psychology; I’m more interested in what people are thinking than how their brains physically work,” he said.

“I’d like to be a brain doctor when I grow up,” Remus declared.

 -----

Since form time had taken place during first period, their first actual lesson of the day was English. The school seemed difficult to navigate, but fortunately their English class was on the same floor as their form room.

Remus knew the teacher would be strict as soon as he saw her. Her dark brown hair was pulled back into a tight bun, grey streaks in uniform lines as if even they had been placed there purposely. She surveyed the class from behind glasses that balanced halfway down her nose, her stony expression not shifting at all until a boy pulled out a chair from one of the desks.

“Ah-ah!” She called, her voice icy. “I don’t know how things worked at your primary schools, but in my classroom, we have a seating plan.”

And that was when Remus knew for certain that this class would be his worst nightmare.

The teacher picked up a sheet of paper from her desk, and began assigning students to their seats. The tables were set out in neat rows, with only room for two people at each desk. Remus hoped he’d get a seat next to Roman, but the teacher was clearly assigning the seating in alphabetical order, and their surnames were nowhere near each other in the register. It also meant that Remus’ name was one of the first ones to be called.

“Remus Blake; Remy Chen.” The teacher pointed to the desk right in front of hers.

That was just Remus’ luck. He had a sneaking suspicion that this teacher wouldn’t turn out to be as nice as Dr Picani.

“Miss, can’t I sit next to Roman?” Remus piped up hopefully. “We’re twins.”

The teacher pursed her lips, giving Remus a disapproving look. “That’s Ms Driscoll, to you. And surely if you’re twins, you’ll see enough of each other at home. It’ll be good for you to socialise with other people.”

“But we don’t live together!” Remus objected.

“I see,” Ms Driscoll pushed her glasses up her nose. “Mr Blake, are you and Mr Sanders over here really twins?”

Remus shrank back a little under her gaze. Nobody had ever called him Mr Blake – that title was for his dad. “Not yet...” he mumbled. “But we will be soon!”

Ms Driscoll laughed shortly, but she didn’t really sound amused. “Mr Blake, take your seat. You can stay behind at break for lying.”

Remus huffed as he sat down. Of course he’d gotten in trouble on his first day, and he’d really tried to behave himself.

The boy Ms Driscoll had reprimanded at the start of class – who must be Remy – sat down next to him.

“Is he really going to be your brother?” Remy whispered, leaning over to Remus with a curious expression.

“Yeah! We’re going to make our dads get married,” Remus answered proudly.

“That’s so cool!” Remy said, opening his backpack to take out a pencil case patterned with sunglasses. “I have a baby sister, but she mostly sleeps and cries. It would be cool to have a twin.”

“It will be,” Remus assured him.

“Mr Blake, Mr Chen,” Ms Driscoll snapped. “Did I give you permission to talk?”

Remus sucked in a breath. That was one of the questions teachers asked that he’d get into more trouble for answering out loud, so he shook his head.

Ms Driscoll nodded firmly. “Be quiet, both of you. Or you’ll be staying behind at lunch as well.”

Once Ms Driscoll had turned away from them again, Remy rolled his eyes towards Remus, and Remus suppressed a smirk at that.

The lesson dragged on, with Ms Driscoll scolding Remus every time he fidgeted. Roman ended up on the other side of the classroom, near the back, and when Remus turned around to meet his eyes Ms Driscoll tapped on his desk as if she was trying to draw his attention back to his worksheet.

His detention was just as boring as the lesson, perhaps even more so because he couldn’t listen to his classmates working, and all of Ms Driscoll’s attention was on him because he was the only one in the room. 

-----

Remus hoped he’d be able to scheme with Roman later in the day, but the class after break was a double lesson of biology, which ended up being just as interesting as Remus hoped, and he it was all he wanted to talk about at lunch. And after lunch they had another assembly.

By the time they got on the bus after school, Remus was exhausted. He’d taken the bus before with Virgil, but he’d never used a bus pass. The driver showed him where to scan it, and he managed to get a seat near the back with Roman.

The whole way back, he watched for their stop, even though he knew it was about twenty minutes away.

Roman’s house had a neatly mowed lawn and a dark blue garage door. They walked down the empty driveway to the front door, and Roman got out his key. He’d been proud when he told Remus that he’d gotten his own key to the house, because Logan wouldn’t be back until half past four and Roman would need to let himself and Remus in. That meant they’d be alone for an hour, but it was better than Remus going back to his flat by himself and waiting for Virgil to get home. Virgil usually finished work at seven, but he’d switched around his shifts so he could take Remus to school this morning, and he wouldn’t be done until after eight.

When Roman opened the door, the two of them dumped their bags by the sofa and headed out to the treehouse in the back garden. This treehouse had been their favourite hangout spot since they were kids. It almost felt like they had their own house, away from the grown-ups, where they could make their own rules. It even had proper windows and a door with a latch, which opened onto the small fenced balcony that the sturdy wooden ladder led to.

“Race you!” Remus called as soon as he entered the back garden, already taking off across the lawn.

“No fair, you had a head-start!” Roman whined as he chased after him, though they both knew that Remus was the fastest out of the two of them anyway.

Remus stuck his tongue out, then he climbed the ladder and hauled himself onto the balcony, with Roman just behind him.

The walls inside the treehouse were covered in drawings that the two of them had done over the years, from indecipherable crayon scribbles to more recent pencil drawings of castles and dragons. The chalkboard was still filled with plans for one of their stories – which they’d been struggling with, because Roman wanted the main character, a prince, to go on a daring quest and save his kingdom, while Remus thought it should be taken over by dragons.

As soon as they were inside, Roman made straight for the toybox, shaped and decorated to look like a treasure chest. “We can’t write about this on the chalkboard, Dad would definitely see it,” he said as he pulled out a stack of notebooks. After a moment of consideration, he selected a thick book with a pretty marbled rainbow cover, which the two of them had been saving to write something special in.

Remus pulled his green chair out from the small table in the middle of the room, and reached for the box of pens in the middle.

“You do the writing, I’m no good at it,” he said, shoving a few gel pens in Roman’s direction.

Roman pulled a face at that, but he took the glittery pens anyway and uncapped a red one, securing the lid neatly on the back end of the pen. “Now, we need a plan to make them realise they like each other. I think we should get them to go on a date.”

Remus wrinkled his forehead. “Wait, don’t people need to realise they like each other before they go on a date?”

“Not if we’re clever about it,” Roman said, with a conspiratorial smile. “Trust me, I saw this on Disney Channel. We just need to get them to go somewhere that people go on dates, leave them alone, and boom! They’re on a date!”

“Huh,” Remus said, watching as Roman scribbled something down in the notebook.

“Now, we just need date ideas,” Roman said.

“Ooh, how’s about a haunted house?” Remus suggested immediately. “Dad likes haunted houses, and it’s Halloween soon.”

“Not for a date.” Roman wrinkled his nose. “Dates have to be somewhere romantic... like a restaurant, or a ball!”

“Where are we going to find a ball around here?” Remus asked.

Roman chewed on the end of the pen for a second. “Maybe we’ll leave that one for later,” he said, making a note of it in the book.

They spent a while jotting down more ideas in the notebook, until they heard the sound of the back door opening.

“Boys? Are you out here?” Logan called from the garden.

Roman shot up from his seat and raced out of the treehouse, Remus following quickly behind him.

“Dad!” Roman grinned, launching himself at Logan and wrapping his arms around his waist in a hug.

“Did you have a good day at school?” Logan asked.

“Yeah, but our English teacher is horrible,” Roman complained. “She wouldn’t let us sit together, and she’s given us homework already, even though we’ve only had one lesson!”

“Have you done the homework?” Logan asked.

Roman paused. “No...”

Logan sighed. “Go into the dining room and work on it while I make dinner. You too, Remus,” he said, then he led them into the house.

“I can’t believe you told him, now we have to do homework!” Remus grumbled, but he was glad Roman hadn’t let slip about his detention. There was no way Logan would keep that a secret from Virgil, and Remus really didn’t want Virgil to have to worry about him getting in trouble on his first day of school.

 -----

Roman was done with the homework in no time, since it was mostly things they’d learnt in year six, but Remus struggled with some of it. He hadn’t quite gotten the material when they’d covered it last year.

“How are you boys getting on?” Logan asked after about half an hour, coming out of the kitchen wearing a plain blue apron, with a tea towel slung over his shoulder that he seemed to have forgotten about.

“Done!” Roman announced proudly.

Remus hummed. “I’m stuck on question five.”

Logan came over to take a look at his worksheet, and Remus angled it towards him.

“I don’t get the difference between a simile and a metaphor. They’re both saying a thing is something it isn’t, aren’t they?” Remus asked.

Logan considered that for a moment, then he sat down next to Remus. “I suppose they are, but try to think of it this way...”

By the time Logan had explained that and a few other questions Remus couldn’t get the hang of, the lasagne was ready, but Remus felt like he understood a lot better.

Roman and Remus put their schoolwork away, and set the table while Logan got the lasagne out of the oven. Remus noticed that when he dished it up he left one portion to the side.

 -----

By the time Virgil arrived, it was almost nine o’clock. Remus tackled him with a hug as soon as he got through the door.

“Hey, kid,” Virgil said tiredly, and he squeezed Remus tightly. “Thanks so much for looking after him,” he said to Logan.

As Remus pulled away, he saw Logan smile. “Don’t worry about it. He was no bother at all, I even got him to do his homework,” he said, sounding mildly pleased with himself.

Virgil pulled a face. “What kind of teacher gives you homework on the first day of school?”

“That’s what I said!” Roman exclaimed, and Virgil ruffled his hair.

“Anyway, sorry to dash off so soon, but I need to get Remus home before bedtime, and get some tea,” Virgil said.

“Ah, I thought you might be hungry, so I left a portion of lasagne for you,” Logan said.

“What?” Virgil blinked, looking at Logan with something between surprise and awe. “Lo, you didn’t have to do that.”

Logan shrugged. “It was no trouble. The recipe serves four anyway, I’ll go and warm it up for you,” he said, and disappeared into the kitchen.

Virgil continued watching the doorway Logan had gone through, a distant look and a small smile on his face, until Remus tugged on his hand.

“Dad, I need to tell you about my day,” he said. Well, he’d tell Virgil almost everything. He didn’t want the detention brigning up.

They relocated to the sofa, so Remus and Roman could tell Virgil all about the big school. After a few minutes, Logan came through with a plate of lasagne which he passed to Virgil to balance on his knee. Virgil gave him a big grin, and he kept smiling when he looked down at his lasagne and Logan went to sit down himself.

Remus knew Logan didn’t usually let anyone eat meals in the living room, but maybe he’d seen how tired Virgil was and decided to make an exception.

“This is really good,” Virgil said through a mouthful of lasagne. “Thanks so much, Lo.”

Logan smiled, but he raised an eyebrow. “Virgil, table manners.”

“I’m not sat at a table. Checkmate,” Virgil smirked, but he didn’t talk with food in his mouth for the rest of the evening.

When it was finally time for them to leave, Remus gave Roman a big hug.

“See you tomorrow,” he said.

Virgil and Logan were standing a bit awkwardly by the door when Virgil cleared his throat.

“Thanks again. Um, you know, for dinner,” he said, rubbing his arm.

“I told you, it was no trouble,” Logan said. He patted Virgil’s arm and nodded.

Virgil nodded back, and put an arm around Remus. “Right then kid, let’s go.”

For the whole drive back to their flat, Remus thought about how nice it would be to never have to leave Roman for the evening.

[oliviaischillin1204]

This Fanfiction Of Sanders Sides Is Called "Bluey" Part 3: Logan

[olivia's note: hey y'all! this is chapter 3 of a fic by the amazing anne onymous!]

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"Thanks for the help, Padre." Roman said. "You're welcome. Next time you have a problem, don't hesitate to come to me." Patton advised, hugging Roman. "Would either of you care to fill me in on what happened before this?" Logan asked. "I'll leave that to Patton, I believe I owe Virgil my thanks as well." Roman said before leaving the room. "Basically, Remus kept randomly tickling Roman beyond his limits and we were just getting him back to teach him a lesson." Patton explained. "Ah. Understandable. And was the onesie to emphasise the Bluey theme?" Logan inquired. Patton looked down at himself and chuckled. He forgot he was still in the Bandit onesie. "Actually, that's just a coincidence." Patton confessed. "I see. Well, that was entertaining and thank you for the explanation, I think I'll go back to my book now." Logan said. "What book is it?" Patton asked. Logan picked up his book and showed it to Patton. "Oooh, Chamber of Secrets, I like that one. Sure, it gets a little scary at times, but I still like the story. Can I listen to you read?" Patton asked. "Of course." Logan said, smiling. The two went up to Logan's room and laid down on the bed, relaxing together as Logan began to read out loud. "I can go back to the start if you'd like." Logan suggested. "Nah, just pick up where you left off." Patton said. As Logan continued to read, Patton began to recognise this chapter. This was the chapter with duelling club in it. The one with the tickling charm in it. Speaking of tickling...

"Eek!" Patton squealed before he started laughing as his tummy was tickled. Looks like Logan decided to have some fun with him. He was holding his book in one hand and tormenting Patton's belly with the other. "Something amusing you, Patton?" Logan asked nonchalantly. "Yohou're tihihickling mehehehe!" Patton giggled. "Really? Last I checked, I was reading this book. Are you sure you aren't imagining things?" Logan teased. "Lohohogan, stohohohop!" Patton squeaked. Logan removed his hand and placed it back on his book. "Are you alright?" Logan inquired. "I'm ok. Thanks for stopping." Patton said, zipping his onesie back up. Logan must've unzipped it when he wasn't paying attention. "Of course. This activity is only enjoyable if both parties are having fun after all." Logan explained. "My thoughts exactly." Patton agreed. Well, that was half-true. Patton shared the same opinion, but his current thoughts were actually "You're so getting it." and he already had an idea in mind. He just needed to wait for the right moment. After two more chapters, Logan decided to take a break. He placed his book on the nightstand and started stretching out. Patton saw his chance and decided to put his plan into action. But he had to be subtle. Sly. Unpredictable. He had to make sure Logan wouldn't suspect a thing.

"You seem tense. If you want, I could give you a back massage. Roman taught me how to do it and I must be pretty good since last time I did it, he fell asleep." Patton offered. "Thank you, Patton. That would be nice." Logan said. "Great. But first...ummm..." Patton stammered awkwardly but Logan immediately understood. He took off his glasses, undid his tie and removed his shirt before lying on his stomach across the bed. Patton straddled his hips and got to work. Wow, Logan really was tense. He might put more time into this than he planned. Logan sighed with content as Patton massaged his back. He was really good at this. After a while, Logan was struggling to keep his eyes open. Patton decided that was a sign he should stop waiting. He began to massage a little closer to Logan's sides, causing him to squirm. "Sorry, Logan. Did that tickle?" Patton asked. Logan shook his head, hoping this wouldn't escalate. "Oh, good. Because I need someone to practise on. You wouldn't mind helping me with this little game, would you, Logan?" Patton inquired rhetorically. Logan's eyes widened as Patton spoke. "I was watching Bluey with Emile this morning and the episode "Butterflies" had this adorable little song that gave me a great idea for a tickle game. Kinda like "This Little Piggy" or "Round The Garden", know what I mean? I'll show you." Patton explained, placing his middle and pointer finger from both hands near Logan's shoulder blades and started to "walk" them down his back.

"Poor little bug on the wall, ding ching!" Patton sang, squeezing Logan's sides on the last two words which caused him to snicker. Patton smirked and continued to trail his fingers down Logan's legs. "No one to love him at all, ding ching!" Patton continued as he skittered across Logan's thighs, causing him to squeak. "No one to tickle his toes, ding ching!" Patton sang, peeling off Logan's socks and tickling his toes. Logan tried to muffle his giggles, but was failing miserably. "No one to blow his nose." Patton finished, blowing a long raspberry on Logan's neck. The dam finally broke and Logan cackled, squealed and laughed like a mad man. Why did Thomas have to grow out his stubble? It made this a hundred times worse. "PAHAHAHATTON, NOHOHOHOHO! HAHAHAHAHA!" Logan bellowed, squirming and rolling away. He ended up finding himself in the awkward position of being halfway off the bed and halfway on the bed, hanging off the edge with only Patton to keep him from completely falling. "Aww, Logan. If you wanted to play again, all you had to do was ask nicely." Patton teased. Logan couldn't believe the situation he was in. With his shirt gone, his bare chest on display was practically an invitation. He should just use his arms to try defend himself but that was a bit tricky in this position and Patton was fully aware of that, placing his fingers on Logan's elbows and ready to start again.

"Poor little bug on the wall, ding ching!" Patton sang, moving his fingers up Logan's arms and tickling his armpits. Poor Logan couldn't even hold back his laughter and giggled in anticipation when he felt Patton's fingers trail down his sides. "No one to love him at all, ding ching!" Patton continued as he scribbled over Logan's tummy, causing him to squeal and cover his mouth in embarrassment. "No one to tickle his toes, ding ching!" Patton sang, tickling his toes again and swiping up the arches. Logan tried to kick, but it was no use. "No one to blow his nose." Patton finished, blowing another raspberry, this time on Logan's belly. "PLEHEHEASE, I CAHAHAN'T TAHAHAKE IHIHIT!" Logan bellowed. Patton stopped and smiled down at Logan. "Alright, I may be a little reckless, but I'm not merciless. Just say the word and I'm done." Patton said. Logan didn't respond. But that was just to catch his breath. It's not like he wanted this...did he? Before he could give it more thought, Logan found himself lying on the bed properly. He looked up and saw Patton hovering over him, still straddling his waist. "I think someone wants more tickles!" Patton teased. Logan hid his face in the pillow. This was so embarrassing to admit but Patton was right. He did want more. Why? He's the most serious Side, how could he possibly be enjoying this? He felt Patton remove the pillow from his face and noticed his mischievous smirk had shifted into a sympathetic smile.

"I can dial it down if I'm being too teasy. I don't wanna overwhelm you." Patton said. So close yet so far. Yes, it was too flustering, but was it really that obvious he wanted it to continue? "Whatever happens in this room, stays in this room. I'm not gonna tell the others and even if they did find out, none of them would think any less of you for this. I know I don't. What's going on in that little head of yours?" Patton asked. Logan sighed in relief. That gave him a little confidence boost despite his flustered state. "Could you stop doing...r-raspberries and be more gentle with the... the t-tickling?" Logan requested. "Say no more." Patton replied. He sang the song more slowly as he lightly wiggled his fingers over Logan's sensitive spots, leaving him in a state of never-ending soft giggles. And as he promised, no more raspberries. After 10 minutes of this, Logan began to yawn. Patton checked the time on Logan's clock and noticed it was getting late. He stopped his singing, summoned Logan's pyjamas onto the logical Side and carefully manoeuvred the covers over him, giving him a quick peck on the forehead. "You did great today. Get some rest now." Patton whispered. Logan nodded and closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. Patton quietly left the room and headed down to his own room. He took off of his Bandit onesie as it was getting too warm and changed into a simple t-shirt and pyjama shorts. He was about to go to bed when there was a knock at the door. Who could that be?

Patton walked over to the door and opened it to see Roman standing there, not even in his pyjamas yet. "Oh, hey Roman. Did you want a bedtime story?" Patton offered. "Not tonight. I just came here to talk, do you have a minute?" Roman inquired. "I have all the time in the world for my kiddos, come on in!" Patton invited. Roman walked into the room and sat on the bed. "What's on your mind?" Patton asked, joining him. "Well, a little birdie told me that the tickle monster has had quite a feast today. He had a prince's laughter for a starter, some emo squeals with a side of duke cackles for the main course and nerd giggles for dessert." Roman remarked. Patton chuckled awkwardly. "Virgil told you about earlier, huh?" Patton guessed. "You mean having his daily afternoon nap interrupted by a onesie-wearing mischief-maker? Yes. As for Logan, went looking for you two when Virgil and I were done chatting and overheard everything." Roman explained. Patton blushed slightly. He had been on a bit of a rampage today and something in his mind was telling him it wasn't over. "Y-You're not here to t-tickle me, are you? Because you already got me, that's what started all this." Patton stammered. "Not necessarily, more the opposite, really." Roman assured. "You want me to tickle you again?" Patton questioned. "O-Only if it becomes necessary. I wanted you to teach me." Roman confessed. To say Patton was confused was an understatement.

"But Roman, you already know how to tickle." Patton said. "Not as good as you! You're THE tickle monster of the Mind Palace! Just today was an example of how great you are at it! You can come up with methods and teases like there's no tomorrow, you get inspired easily and you're just more creative at it! And I'm creativity! I'm supposed to be the creative one!" Roman whined. "Roman, that's just because I'm a friendly father figure. We're natural tickle monsters. But if you want me to teach you some of my techniques, I'd be happy to if that's what you want." Patton offered. "Yes! Please!" Roman begged. "Ok ok, just not tonight, everyone is all tickled out from today. We can do it tomorrow, alright?" Patton reasoned. "I can't wait until morning! I'll never get my beauty sleep if I'm thinking about this all night! Surely there's SOMEONE who hasn't been tickled today we can practice on!" Roman protested. Patton could see Roman definitely needed this now and thought very hard. He would offer to let Roman to tickle him but it might be more difficult to be an effective teacher while being tickled like crazy. After about five minutes, he finally realised a solution. "You know, I haven't seen Janus today. Have you?" Patton asked with a smirk that Roman soon copied. "I haven't. Perhaps he'd enjoy some company before going to bed." Roman suggested. The two shared a mischievous look and began to plan their attack on Janus. According to Virgil, dark Sides do their best work at night and at this hour, Janus was usually drinking wine in the kitchen.

To be continued...

[andydrysdalerogers]

The ABC's of Nick Vaughn - "P"

Pairing: Reader x Nick Vaughn (Before We Go)

Summary: Children its time to learn your ABCs. And Nick Vaughn is here to teach you the lessons. 26 glimpses in the world of you and Nick Vaughn

Warnings: S-M-U-T!!!! (under 18 please leave the chat!) descriptions of sexual activity including some themes of BDSM, loss of virginity, fluffy bits, pet name etc...

The new upload will probably be Sundays and Thursdays. Have fun kittens! Also, the tag list is open!

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Previous: O - Orgasm Denial

ABC Masterlist - Main Masterlist

P - Possessive

You hate work parties.  

You hate the mingling and the ass kissing that the junior associates have to do.  Being a senior partner, the little ingrates are buzzing around you trying to get your attention.  

Ok, so maybe you have an opening on your team that could give one of the bottom feeders a leg up to become a senior associate or even a junior partner. One of them, Lance, had been particularly attentive. “Can I get you a refill, Miss YLN. Bollinger?” 

“Uh, sure,” you reply.  You looked over his shoulder, looking for Nick.  He had a faculty meeting and was running late.   

“Coming right up.” Lance flashed his signature cocky grin, and it took everything in you not to roll your eyes. You turned to another senior associate, your friend Sadie.  

“What is up with Tucker?” 

“You are working on that big Levinson case, and he wants in. Could be his ticket to be fast tracked to a Senior associate or junior partnership.”  Sadie shrugged. “But really, that’s all up to you.”  

“He is an eager one,” you replied with a sigh. “I already had an associate in mind to help but it's nice to have the attention.”  

Lance comes back with your wine glass and stands next to you. It's fine, really, until you feel his hand on your lower back. You freeze and then step away from him. “Thank you for the drink, Mr. Tucker.”  

Lance snickers a little.  “It's not problem Ms. YLN. You know I can be a great asset to your team.  Help with anything, research, filing, lunch orders, anything really to help you be less...stressed.”  He emphasized that word a little and it made your stomach roll a bit.  

But you never had a chance to reply... 

Nick POV 

Shit, I was late, so fucking late to YN’s work event.  She is going to kill me.  She had been talking about this event like it was the end of the world. I chuckled at the memory.  She had called this crop of junior associates as “the reaping of the spoiled City children from the Hunger Games.” 

As I entered the floor holding the happy hour gathering, I adjusted my collar against my jacket, having removed my tie on the ride over.  As the door opened, I saw the room of professionals and scanned for my beloved.  I heard her laugh and held back a snort.  It was her fake laugh.  I moved around and find my girl with one of her friends... and a cocky little shit next to her.  

I watched as he handed her a glass of wine and then proceeded to touch my girl, placing his hand on her lower back.  

I saw red.  

This fucker... 

Nobody touched what was mine.  

As I marched over, I saw her stiffen and then step away from douche bag. I slotted right between them and kissed my girl with a soft, yet protective kiss.  “I’m so sorry baby, for being late.” I could feel her relaxing in my hold. “I had to meet with the head of my department about taking that extra week we talked about for our honeymoon.”  

She knew I was lying but there was no way I was going to not show my ownership of my girl’s heart to the little prick standing next to us.  

Your POV 

It took everything not to smirk up at Nick, the lying bastard. You were about to smile up at him like his little deviant but something in his eyes made you stop. They were hard, controlled, like he was angry. You swallowed and put up a soft smile. “That’s great Nicky.” A kiss on your temple reminded you of where we were.  “Sorry, you remember my associate, Sadie and this one of our junior associates, Lance Tucker.”  

Nick gave Sadie a handshake and kiss on the cheek, like normal but with Lance, he offered a nod.  “Nick Vaughn, YNN’s worser half.”  

Lance visibly paled. Not a lot of the lower associates knew of your engagement and his eyes flittered to the ring on your left hand. “It’s nice to meet you, Mr. Vaughn, if you could excuse me...” He took off like a dog with his tail between his legs.  

“Excuse us Sadie, I just need to talk with YNN for just a moment.” He flashed his smile at her and then pulled you towards your office.  His grip was not hard, but it was dominate.  

“Nick, what are you doing?” 

“Quiet,” he ordered. Why was his voice deeper and why was it making you want to clench your thighs together?  He pushed you into the office and closed the door.  Pushed you against the door and hiked one of your legs over his hip. He stared and you couldn’t form words from the absolutely smoldering looks. Then, he was kissing you hard, pushing his hips into yours.  The kiss left you breathless and he pulled away.   

“You. Are. Mine.” He growled. 

Your breath hitched.  “Nicky?” 

“If I ever see another man touch you like that...” his threat faded as he kissed you again.  You melted into him, his possessive side making you needy. He saw the look in your eyes, and he knew. He smirked.  

“We have to be quick, baby.” 

Continued in “Q” 

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