#is that because they didn't want to animate his mouth moving? I mean probably

[starplusfourletters]

I just think that These Scenes

[vickytaa]

Wet dreams. C.S.

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I groaned loudly, grabbing the wet mattress. "What happened?" My roommate, Chris, asked. "I washed my mattress early in the morning, and it still hasn't dried up"

I knew it was a bad idea bringing my drunken friends to my shared room, but I did it anyway. They vomited on my bed, and I had to wash it. But where am I going to sleep tonight?

"And now I don't have where to sleep," I whined. "Oh, you can sleep with me." My eyes widened at his suggestion, my cheeks blushed. Chris and I have been roommates since last year. We aren't best friends, but we help each other if they need anything.

And sleeping with him wasn't that far from reality; we sleep in the same room, separated beds. So, why not? It's just a night.

"Are you sure?" I asked. He sat up from the gaming chair, "Yes. It's just for tonight" I nodded with a smile, but my stomach was full of butterflies. I mean, Chris is very attractive, funny, and mindful, how anyone could resist him?

The night came, and we both changed into our pyjama's, ready for bed. I laid down on the edge of the bed, my ass almost falling. I was trying to fall asleep as fast as I could, not wanting to do or say something stupid. I shut my eyes closed, my back looking at Chris.

Suddenly, I felt an arm wrapped around my waist, which moved me closer to Chris. "You were about to fall," He said, his eyes still closed. I giggled at his comment, trying to hide my nerves.

We both finally fell asleep, his grip on my waist tightening. I've always hugged my pillows or stuffed animals when I am asleep, so there was no surprise when I woke up in the middle of the night with one arm and a leg hugging Chris.

I was really embarrassed and didn't want to hug him again, so I turned around, my back now facing him, again.

Unexpectedly, I felt his grip tighten, pulling me incredibly closer to him. My back was now resting on his chest, and my ass... well, it was rubbing against his bulge, and fuck he was hard.

He was having a wet dream, really wet.

His hips started to rub against mine's. I couldn't help it but get wetter and wetter by the thought of fucking Chris. His low whimpers and moans were making me rub harder on him.

I knew this wasn't right. Probably, I wasn't even in his dream. But it was impossible not to fall on the tramp.

His moans became louder and louder. The arching heat between my legs started to burn like hell. I needed some friction. I was lowering my hand to my core when I froze. "Y/n- Fuck..." Chris moaned into my ear.

Was he having a wet dream about me?

I wanted him so bad for so long. I needed to do something. I wanted to surprise him.

So I did, I pulled down my shorts, along with my panties, and removed his pants and boxers. His hard dick hit his stomach. I simply watched as his tip was covered with precum.

I sat on his lap, now straddling him. I grabbed his cock and guided to my entrance, teasing my wet folds with his tip. Loud moans and groans left our lips when he found my hole, entering inch by inch.

I looked at his pleased face, his furrowed eyebrows, his "o" shaped mouth, his closed eyes, and his hair sticking to his forehead with sweat.

Once I was used to its size, I started to move. The room filled with raw nosies. "Chris! Fuck-" I moaned.

Out of nowhere, I feel his hands on my hips, helping me because I was getting tired of bouncing. "Fuck, you are so hot, Y/n" Chris said, his voice of just waking up.

"Chris- I... I'm mh" I couldn't even finish the sentence as I came all over his cock, he following soon after.

As we both relax from out high, I collapsed on top of him. "That... that was incredible" He said, still surprised of what just happened. I giggled, my plan has succeded. "All because of your wet dreams"

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[harumeowsaboo]

ft. gn! reader, fluff, relationship isn't really specified but it's romantic, not beta-read; based on some lines from trust events, this man is too cute for me not to try and write a few things for him although it's almost dawn.

"I can't believe you'd betray me like this."

His hand covered his mouth, golden eyes narrowed like they were holding back tears as Harumasa stared at you... and the purring cat on your lap.

"I went through all the trouble of trimming its claws so you wouldn't get scratched... And look! It's acting like you've been the one buying its food and toys all this time! Traitor."

Said traitor nuzzled your hand, its purring intensifying when your fingers gently scratched behind the feline's ears. You shook your head with an amused smile at his antics, watching as the raven-haired man took a seat beside you on the touch, a pout on his face while he stared at the kitten.

"What can I say? I have a talent." The cat let out a little meow as if agreeing to your words, before it got more comfortable on your lap, furry head against your stomach.

"So unfair. Maybe your lap is comfier than mine?" He reached over with a hand to pet the kitten, who opened an eye to send a lazy look at its owner before hiding its face against you. Harumasa sighed. "Look! It's ignoring me."

"I'm sure it's just this friendly because you've been taking care of it so well." Although knowing his luck with the animals, that probably wasn't completely truth. "Now c'mon! I didn't bring a movie all the way here to not watch it!"

"Uuugh, you're making a sick, fragile person like me stand up just to put on a movie? I didn't know you were so heartless..." A laugh broke his pitiful tone when he noticed your unamused stare. "Alright, alright. Since I'm a wonderful host, I'll grab some snacks too."

With a movie playing on the TV —a comedy, not the best, but one that you thought he would enjoy— and sharing snacks, time passed quickly. Harumasa's laugh was light, quite easy to provoke even if the jokes were bad, and yet you'd find yourself distracted from the screen every time you heard it.

His eyes wouldn't take long to find yours, a slight tilt of his head and a raised eyebrow silently asking if something was wrong, and you'd look away after shaking your head. You could chalk it up to simply wanting to see his reaction and not being too interested in the movie yourself due to having seen it before, but you knew it would be a lie.

Thankfully, Harumasa didn't say anything, maybe deciding to save you from the teasing this time. It wasn't the first time he caught you staring at his face, after all.

By the time the credits rolled, the kitten had grown bored of laying on your thighs, jumping down to go play or take a nap somewhere else. The man sitting by your side stretched his arms over his head with a groan.

"That was good, but laughing so hard tired me out." He yawned. "I might just take a little nap... Hm, wouldn't this be a good time to test if my theory of your lap being comfier is true?"

"What?" You blinked in surprise, cheeks heating up when you heard him chuckle at your reaction. "...It wouldn't even be an efficient test if you can't compare it to your own."

"Ah, you caught me." You decided not to think too hard about what he meant, but did that mean that he actually wanted to sleep on your lap? "Still, you'll lend me your shoulder for a bit, won't you? Juuuust for a little nap. Why don't you take one too? Don't worry about losing track of time, I'll make sure you get home safe and sound, I'm a very reliable person, aren't I?"

"And you can't sleep on your bed or bring a pillow because...?"

"Both are so far away! What if I fall asleep on the way and hit my head against the floor? That'd be terrible."

You rolled your eyes, still a little flustered, but didn't move away when Harumasa rested his head against your shoulder, the two of you managing to find a position that was relatively comfortable.

In the end, you did actually end up falling asleep with your head on top of his, and woke up when it was already dark outside. Luckily, you had a very capable member of Section 6 to accompany you home.

When Harumasa got back to his own place, he noticed that you forgot to take the movie back with you... Oh, well, that just meant you'd have to come back another day, since he'll most likely forget to bring it to you.

[rosenclaws]

Nightmares || Worst!Logan Howlett x Reader

summary: Logan has a nightmare and finds comfort his his new child.

warnings: fluff, comfort, his child is adopted

Part if the Moonlight series (coming soon lol)

a/n: So i did things a little backwards. This should have been a oneshot after the og story of them finding the baby but I got this idea in my head and I couldn’t shake it so you’re getting some things out of order. You don’t need any context other than shes a baby and adopted tbh. Her name is Diana and i did take that from league of legends

Logan shoots up, chest pounding as a nightmare lingers in his head. He doesn't remember what this one was about. Probably just like all the other ones. His dead friends, the blood on his hands. Something along those lines.

He feels you stir next to him and freezes. You've been absolutely exhausted the last couple of weeks with the baby so the last thing he wants for you is to wake up because of him. He gently rubs your back, watching you relax under his touch until you're back to a nice deep sleep.

Loud cries start to come from the next room. His brows furrow as he pulls off the sheets.

Worry building in his chest as he hurries to the next room. Is something wrong? Is she sick? Hurt? He breathes a sigh of relief when he sees her in her bed. He places his hand on her forehead to check for a fever. No sign of sickness which is good but he's hyper aware as he checks her over.

"Hey there kid, what's with all the crying?" The crying starts to subside the moment she lays eyes on Logan.

He shushes her gently. Picking her up from her crib and holding her in his arms. He walks around in circles, gently bouncing her in his arms.

She's wearing some stupid onesie that Wade bought her. Red to match his suit. Stuffed animals sit perfectly in her crib but she clutches hard to one in particular. A damn wolverine plushie that you had searched forever for. He rolled his eyes at the idea but the moment Diana saw that stupid plush she squealed with happiness. Now it's her best friend.

"See no tears, no reason for tears. I'm here." He wipes away the stray tears from her chubby little cheeks.

He moves to put her back in bed but her faces scrunches up like she's going to cry again so he keeps her in his arms. He slowly sinks into the rocking chair sat next to her bed. Cradling her as he slowly rocks back and forth. The chair creaks beneath his weight and he makes a note to get a stronger chair.

"You hungry?" He tries to feed her the bottle you keep for emergencies but she won't budge. She doesn't need a diaper change so he has no clue why she woke up this time.

“Did you have a nightmare?" He asks softly as she grabs onto his finger. Looking up at him with big glassy eyes.

"That's okay, I get them too." She babbles nonsense in response.

Sometimes Logan wonders what she dreams about. Does she have memories of her parents? Does she ever miss them? Can she even miss them? She's just a baby. A poor, innocent child who was left for dead. The idea makes his blood boil. How could you just leave a child like that?

They're born into this world helpless and the people who were supposed to protect them left because their child happened to be born a mutant. He takes a deep breath and tries to calm himself. He was upsetting her, like she could sense his anger.

"Sorry kid, didn't mean to make you sad." She puts his finger in her mouth, sucking on it like a binky.

"Having fun there?" She gurgles and he takes that as a yes.

She shows no sign of being tired which is bad news for him and you. You just got her on a good sleep schedule and now it might get ruined.

"I know how scary nightmares can be." He brushes her little cheek and she giggles.

"But I promise they can't hurt you. I won't let anything hurt you." Her eyes start to flutter shut, the grip on his finger loosen as she listens to him talk. He moves her so that her head is resting on his chest. His hand rubbing up and down her back. She yawns and snuggles closer to him.

"Back to sleep kiddo, there we go."

"Logan?" Your sleepy voice calls from the door. You rub your eyes as you take in the view of Logan holding Diana in his arms.

"Nightmare.” He says looking at you. You walk over and gently rub his arm.

“You or her?” He doesn’t answer. You stay with them for a while. She’s fast asleep by now but she looks so comfortable in Logan’s arms that you can’t even think of separating the two.

“Do you want to talk about it?” No. He doesn’t. He’d rather focus on the good in his life than remember the past. In fact holding Diana puts him at peace. Quieting his mind in ways normally only you can.

“Maybe she’s good for more than just throwing up and making a mess.” Logan jokes and you lightly hit his arm.

“Shut up you love her.” He stares at her sleeping face.

She’s looks so peaceful. He does love her. So much. So much that it scares him. What if she grows up and thinks he’s a monster? What if he fucks up somewhere and ruins his perfect girls life? As far as he’s concerned everything he touches gets ruined. He still wakes up in disbelief that you’re by his side everyday.

“Okay Princess, we need to get you back to bed.” You try and take her our of his arms but he pulls back.

“No.” He holds her protectively to his chest. A flash of anger in his eyes fades as soon as it comes.

“I’m sorry. I. I just need a little longer.” He feels guilty for snapping but you understand.

You sit on the floor and rest your head on his lap. He doesn’t even try to tell you to go back to bed because he knows you won’t listen. So he sits back and watches his girl for a little longer.

His perfect family.

[mistywaves98]

Something I was just scribbling in my notes but decided to post to make up for my lack of writing these days

¡Warnings!: Super self indulgent, written at 2 am so probably has a bunch of mistakes and descriptions that don't make sense, Scara is super mean here, No proper ending, Pure smut!

Scaramouche had wanted to do this for so long, to finally corrupt your innocent little mind as he reformed your insides with his cock. When your parents announced that they were going to be away for a few days, he jumped at his chance.

The next thing you knew, the side of your face was pushing smushed against the one of the many pillows strewn across your bed. The fluff was stained with your tears, sweat and drool, your cries muffled further by the material with each push of his hand holding you down. Another propped up your hips so he could drill his dick into you from a better angle.

You had no idea how perfect you looked from his view, body limp beneath him as he pounded away at your pussy. A groan resonated in his chest when he felt you clench around him again, signaling the approaching of your nth orgasm of the night. His other hand reached down to play with your swollen clit, rolling and pinching the sensitive bud between his nimble fingers, relishing the way your hips bucked into his hand subconsciously.

You knew you were about to cum too, and dread filled your mind. You genuinely felt like you couldn't handle another orgasm, and you attempted to make it known, "Please Scara—! Hnn.. N-no more! 'S too.. Ahhn...! Too much!" Scaramouche only chuckled at your whiny pleas, purposely increasing his pace just to spite you. He was determined to make you fall apart on his cock, over and over again if he could. Because you looked so fucking beautiful everytime you did.

A partly concealed scream fell from your mouth as your climax hit you like a truck. Your juices creating a creamy ring around the base of his cock as he kept up his pace. His eyes narrowed as tears fell from your eyes, replacing the ones that already dried from before. Scaramouche couldn't resist leaning down, his bare chest flush against your sweaty back as his tongue darted out to lick a wet stripe up the side of your face. He swore his cock got harder as he tasted the salty liquid on his tongue and his fingers dug into your delicate hips some more,"You taste so fucking delicious. Go on, cry some more f'me, baby. Never seen someone who looked as pretty as you when they cry.."

You might pass out if you were to endure much more of this. Your teary eyes desperately searched for something to ground yourself with and they fell on your favourite teddy bear that you slept with every night. It's beady eyes stared right back at you and you felt sorry that it had to witness you in such an unbecoming state. Scaramouche didn't even let you turn the faces of your stuffed animals to the wall when he made his intentions clear. Your hand desperately reached out to the toy and you clutched it as close as you could, attempting to find comfort within your inanimate companion.

Such luxury was only momentary when you realized your grasp was empty once more and your teddy was lying pitifully on the floor next to your bed. Your cry was followed by a sadistic laugh of his own as Scaramouche moved the hand that was holding your head down to grasp your cheeks, squeezing in a way that puckered your lips as he craned your neck painfully in his direction. "Oh, you're too adorable! Trying to distract yourself with a stupid bear? I have a better idea, why don't you take what I fucking give you like a big girl, hm? You're not five anymore, you know." His words were full of condescension and mockery, clearly intended to make you miserable.

Sobs mixed with pathetic whimpers keened from your sore throat as you were cruelly reminded of his dick splitting your walls apart. Your hands found purchase within your pillow instead as you desperately wished this would be over soon. Scaramouche watched your dainty form with a smirk on his face. Your incoherent babbling was cute, as was the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head from the undeniable pleasure he was forcing on you.

Oh, how Scaramouche delighted in seeing you become nothing but a dumbed down doll used for nothing but his pleasure. Don't get him wrong, he loves you, but he loves breaking you more. He makes a mental note in his mind to do this more often.

[puripurin]

— "Mama! Mama!Look! Look at this!!" The twins squealed as they dragged you from stall to stall. All of them contained a variety of exotic fruties, vegetables, and meats only native to the planet. Though it was at the back of your mind as you were out of the palace without permission.

"Shhh, Phi, Mero! What if we get caught!" The only reason why you had even snuck out of the place was because they said they weren't allowed to step foot out of the place. Although you knew you were 100% going to be punished, it was worth it for the twins to experience going to the market.

"Mamaaa- lookkkk!!! It's a- a um... Phi, do you know what kind aminilal it is??" Mero struggled with remembering the animal was called, so he asked his sister. You looked over at the animal he was referring to, and it was around powdery white fox-like animal with 2 pairs of blue eyes and two large horns.

"Meroooo, it's pronounced animallll!! It's the Strisam Snow Fudan. It's from the country from that bad woman who made Papa all sick and dizzy and tried to sleep in the same bed with him! Only Mama and us can sleep with Papa!" Phi huffed and glared at the fox-like creature who ignored her. Your mouth was slightly opened as you looked in confusion at the pouting child. Maybe it was best if you hadn't taken the job offer and stayed home because judging by what Phi said, that woman is probably planning your execution.

"Oh! Thank you, Phi. Mamaaa, I want something to munch onnn!!" Mero tugged on you as Phi glared at the animal who didn't give one shit. You sighed as people stared at you weirdly.

"Phi, Mero, can you calm down a bit? Mero, I will get food just now if you can relax a little and Phi, just because it came from a place that a woman you didn't like came from, doesn't mean the "fudan" did anything wrong, okay? Now, let's find something that you guys want to eat." You sighed and rubbed their heads. Even if they were royalty, they were still children.

As you roamed different parts of the city, you could notice someone was watching, but it was only a few times, so you didn't really bother figuring out who it was. And soon it reached evening and you all quietly talked about the mini adventure you all had. Though it was cut quickly by a person.

"Oh? What's a lady like you roaming around here with two adorable children?" The man chuckled, but his voice seemed altered, and he wore layers of black clothes. You pushed the children to an empty alleyway as you positioned yourself to fight

"It's none of your business." You quickly took off your coat as well so you can have fewer weaknesses. The man chuckled, and you felt his eyes looking you up and down.

"A human... On top of that, you're sexy with that gorgeous body." You glared at him as you went and made your first move by trying to give him a swift blow to the jaw, but he blocked it with his hand before gripping it and tossing you to the ground. An alien's fighting prowess was no joke, but you could feel as if he was going easy on you.

"Ugh! I'm a married person! I'm married to your weird ass king!" You growled as you slapped his hand away before moving to punch him in the face, and he dodged it again. Once more, he let a chuclked after a moment's pause.

"... Say that again." Your eyes slightly widen at his reaction before going back to be focused.

"Yeah. You heard that I'm married to your king—" You were thrown off your feet as he pressed down your two hands onto the floor. You erratically moved around, hoping he will relase you.

"Ah, my sweet, sweet spouse. You're already admitting that you're married to me." The mysterious mam pulled off his cloak, revealing himself to by Zypher. Your face felt extremely hot and looked away to the alleyway only to see them cheering on their father.

"So... How was my acting, my love? Though I'm sorry for hurting you, I know humans are delicate creatures, so I tried my best to reduce my strength." He started to caress you hair as you glared at him.

"You just wanted to be a pervert!" You huffed and shifted to look away from him. He laughed before moving his leg in between your thighs and pressing it on your crotch. You blushed as you tried moving away but only grinded on him.

"Pervert... A pervert you're call me? Ha! So I can't sexualize my own spouse? Ah, alas, we must leave now. The night is just upon us, and the children need to get ready." He gets up and lifts you up by your waist to press you against his warm body.

"Papaa!! Hiiii" Mero and Phi screeched as they slammed into their father legs. He bent down to pick them up and place them comfortably in his arms.

"Ah, how's my lovely children? Was your trip to the marketplace pleasant?" Almost instantly, they started to babble about everything that happened and what they saw and did. You smiled softly at the sight, but perked up in realization.

"Ah, so I won't get punished for taking the children out?" You asked happily. Zephyr glanced at you once before adjusting the children away from you before whispering.

"Yes." And had an innocent smile on his face whilst saying that. Then, he moved back to his original position.

"Firstly, you took the children out of the place without permission. Do you not know how dangerous that was for them? Two, you... you didn't invite me to come." You pursed your lips as you looked down. You heard him sigh in disappointment.

"Though, it's only been a month since we've gotten married, so I don't expect you to be comfortable that quickly with me." He shook his head before stopping in front of you and staring into your eyes. He walked closer and leaned down to kiss you.

"Love you." He said gently, and his children giggled and looked at your shocked face.

"Also, your punishment will happen promptly once we've reached the place." You froze as you looked up at him, only to see a happy smile on his face. Yeah, no, you could already feel the pain that your body was going through, the whips and hits you would face made you shudder.

"Not what you were expecting, my love?" He said as he slammed his lengthy cock right into you at fast speeds, making you crumble in pain and pleasure at his movements. He made sure that all of the lovebite he created was painful and bleeding.

"Alas... you really do have a sexy body, only made for me... Mhh, for going out of place without permission, I'll, ahh, up the number of guards you have... Fuck, you're wrapping around my cock very nice for me, and only for me..." Then Zephyr leaned in to bite your shoulder as you came again for the 4th time.

Tags: @emptybrain01

Anyways yall must have missed me poasting. I'm soz, the wifi was shit and im practicing for a presentation in front of people that i dont know. *quakes in horror*.

Alas, i cant do anything about it. *playes the worlsed smallest violin.*

Noot pifftred

Edit: i forgor tags again for the 3rd time

[sirxlla]

Such an Integral Piece

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Warnings: Fluff

Prompt: introducing your cat to Dick's dog Haley (request: @runnergirl234 also I love this idea it's the cutest thing ever and I hope you also have a great day)

Notes: female reader, italics are actions and thoughts.

-With that said it's all under the cut-

The idea of you both moving in together was obvious, most nights one of your guys's apartments was empty because you would sleep over with the other person. It wasn't entirely ideal because of the animals but both of you didn't want to move too quickly in your relationships. That was nearly a year ago before you knew he was Nightwing.

Now Richard was staying at whatever apartment was closest after patrol and unfortunately that meant it was usually his. Sleeping in an empty bed just felt wrong at this point.

"Why don't you just move in? You shouldn't have to drive so far after a long day of work, I know the traffic in the city is not great around this time. I mean it's never great." Dick rubbed your back as you both laid in bed together.

"You're sure?" You asked as you played with his silky soft fluffy hair.

"I mean it would help me keep an eye on you but if you don't want to I entirely understand, I don't want to pressure you into anything." He leaned into your soft touches, closing his eyes with a groan.

"I mean I've been meaning to get away from the other job for a while anyways, If we can figure something out I wouldn't mind moving." Absentmindedly staring at the ceiling in the almost pitch black room.

"You mean that weirdo, David? Is he still coming around?" He asks about the weirdo that used to work at your job that kept stalking you.

"No, I think you scared I'm off but I'm really tired of looking over my shoulder and hoping that he's not there."

"I can find you a job pretty easily I mean hell you could probably work with me if you wanted."

"Isn't that like conflict of interest?"

"Not if we are actually working."

"I'd be down." Haley jumping on the bed to curl into your side.

"Then you're moving in." Cuddling into your chest, his face squished against your boobs.

"I am moving in" You smiled as sleep started taking you.

It was a bit of a process going through everything that you had acquired over time. You had that apartment since you were 18 so there was a lot to go through. It took about a week but you were getting everything settled and moved into Dick's place.

Once everything was in it's rightful place at his apartment the last but most important piece was your cat Frodo. Frodo is very affectionate and loving.

"Oh, God. I'm nervous."

"It's okay, Honey. Haley's got her mask on and I've got a hold of her." He's almost 100% sure she won't do anything to her but he wants to be sure.

"Well, here goes nothing." You brought Frodo's carry case over to Haley to let her sniff him. Frodo started hissing as Haley got super excited and playful which prompted Dick to make her sit.

"Be gentle Haley." He said to the sweet pitbull that listenss to every word that came out of his mouth.

"I guess we'll just have to give them time." You stated to Dick. After about 20 minutes of him in the crate you decided to let him out. Dick told Haley to come sit on the couch with him and she very quickly listened being such a well-trained dog. Once everyone calm down they seemed to as well.

The three of you saw on the couch and watched a movie while Frodo decided to go explore the house. After about an hour Frodo came back and surprisingly curled up next to Haley. You were half asleep against chest so you didn't notice but he sure did, he took a photo and posted it on Snapchat with the caption "my little family" which was a photo of you laying on his chest and the animals cuddling together. This was all that he hoped for when he was so happy that everybody was getting along.

[yawnderu]

Parenthood — Miguel O'Hara x Reader

I love putting this man in situations.

Content: You kidnap a wombat and force Miguel to play house with you.

fluff, idiots in love, mutual pining.

"You brought a living wombat into my office." Miguel notes bluntly, staring at you dead in the eyes with an unreadable expression as his slow-moving platform lowers.

"I wanted you to see it." You retort, shooting him a playful smile as you put the heavy creature on the floor, trying not to cringe at the pain on your back from carrying it. You crouch down next to it, petting it like it was a domestic pet, and it lets you.

"You could have sent a picture." Miguel sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mutters in Spanish, not knowing what to make of the situation. Why was it always up to him to handle all this nonsense? He deals with timelines and the multiverse, what the hell does he know about wombats?

"Why on earth did you think you should bring this to my office?" He asks, jumping down from the platform and staring down at you and the not-so-tiny creature, hands on his hips.

"He was so miserable at the zoo! Now he's smiling and laughing— well, not really, but you get what I mean. He looks happier." You retort, looking up at Miguel to give him a sheepish grin.

"You're telling me you kidnapped a wombat just for this?" He looks between you and the wombat, who is now chasing you around. He's... both impressed and amused now. Impressed because you actually managed to do something like that, and amused because you would do something like that.

"What's his name?" He internally punches himself for falling for the bait. He knows he should have sent you away, maybe even have you arrested for stealing a zoo animal, but... you kidnapped the animal to show it to him, and it's playing with you, looking happy. It's... kind of endearing.

"I was thinking about naming him Miguel O'Hara." You answer teasingly as you lay down on the floor of his office, allowing the wombat to climb on top of you as your hands cover your face, feeling its tiny and gentle scratches on them.

"No— that's my name." Miguel says. This is adorable in the most unhinged sort of way, and he can't help but ignore the way the corners of his mouth tilt up slightly.

"Fine, then he'll be... Miggy." You poke your tongue out at him, sitting up as the wombat stays on your lap, being surprisingly calm. You made him tired by running around and letting it chase you.

"You call me that." He answered with a raised eyebrow, glancing between the wombat and you. He can feel his brain leaking out of his ears.

"Are you too selfish to share a nickname with a wombat?" You grin up at him, enjoying teasing him, just like every single time you're together. His reactions are the best, and he's so funny without even realizing, like a grumpy cat.

Miguel simply rolls his eyes, walking over and crouching down in front of you. He stares at you dead in the eye before disengaging his suit on his hand, reaching down to gently pet the wombat. His hands easily dwarfing the head of the animal, yet he's surprisingly gentle.

"Tell you what— this is my child, I'm its mother, and you'll be the father." Yes, you're trying to play house with the damn animal and Miguel. No, Miguel will not stop you, despite the way he rolls his eyes.

"I didn't sign up for this." He replies, yet he keeps petting the animal, scratching behind its ear. This girl could probably kidnap an entire herd of these if she so pleased... and he'd probably join in on it.

"You're insane." He tells her casually, though his words lack the usual bite they carry. "Actually insane." He loves her.

"You still have a huge crush on me, though." You retort teasingly, ignoring the way he's blankly staring at you, burning a hole through your head. He's probably making your head explode in his imagination.

"I don't." Miguel is a horrible liar and he knows it, yet that doesn't mean he won't defend himself against your horrible��� but true accusations.

"You totally do." Your smug tone only makes things worse, forcing Miguel to try his best not to roll his eyes so far he could see his own brain. He simply sighs, ignoring you as he starts petting the wombat's tummy.

"Don't speak when I'm petting the baby. Cállate." It seems Miguel is getting a chance at parenthood with you, even when the "baby" is a 30kg marsupial. The thought of it makes the corners of his mouth slightly tilt up, looking down at the animal to hide it, yet you can still see it. The image of it puts a smile on your own face, yet this time, you keep quiet about it.

[bonny-kookoo]

Hi Bonny, still Unstable.

What about a moment where JK's memory gets triggered and its a bittersweet recollection, like a first time where someone properly takes care of him, but MC does something similar and he feels ten times more the effects because she does it so much better...? Or something like that...?

Thanksss

-> Masterlist

Jungkook is curious.

You've been doing something he early isn't supposed to see- you've always got your back turned towards him, and you always take whatever you're making back to your room whenever you go for a full on rest. Which is something he's been wanting to ask you for a few days now.

He wants you to.. rest with him. Not just short naps, or company while you're awake.

He really enjoyed that one time you slept on his chest- the weight of your body, the scent of you, the feeling of your chest rising and falling with every breath- it all had an odd sense of comfort to it for him he can't explain. Maybe it was the clear display of trust in him. Maybe it was just.. the fact that you were willing to be so vulnerable so close to him. He's not sure.

Whatever you're making, you're protective of it. You never leave it out of sight, you spend hours of work on it every day, and you take it wherever you go so he doesn't ever get even just a glimpse of it. It makes him wonder.

It makes him.. hope? Maybe it's something for him? Is it a gift maybe?

It could also just be something for Jin, or yourself. He shouldn't think too greedy- just because you're both on a friendly basis now, and share a nest here and there, doesn't mean you're mates or anything. You see him as a provider and protector maybe at max- he shouldn't try and want more. He should be happy with what he has.

He sighs, as he rubs his eyes, and moves towards the nest he made in a cooler corner of the ship, near the other corner of the windows. It's a bit further away from you, but it'll be fine- you probably wouldn't want to sleep there with him anyways, since it's cold here and not as brightly lit as the other nesting spots. That's fine.

Just as he settled in the blankets and fabrics, he can sense you approaching, before something is placed over his body. It smells like.. you- its clear that whatever it is, it's soaked up your scent over time. His hand grabs onto it, pulling it a little so he can look at it, and he notices how soft it feels.

It's a blanket.

You made a blanket for him?

"It's a bit short.." you giggle, noticing how much you underestimated his body size but he almost protectively holds onto it when you try and take it back.

"Its-" perfect. It could've been just a tiny baby blanket and he would've felt as if he didn't deserve it.

You early put a lot of effort into it, and as he sits up and looks at it, he notices that he's never seen you use this type of yarn before. "I sold some of the.. little animals. When we re-fueled." You admit, sitting down in front of the nest he's sitting in. "I saw the soft yarn and thought.. you know, since you said you only like certain stuff?" You shrug, and he just watches you with eyes unreadable.

That's because he doesn't know what to think.

You clearly don't know how much a gesture like that means to him. He's been given a blanket before, but never one that's.. self-made. He always had to work for it, pay for it- but you clearly want nothing in return.

You just made one because in your opinion, he deserves it.

You yawn, hand covering your mouth, and he can't help himself. He can't hold himself back from pulling your wrist closer, helping you into the nest before he covers you up with sweaters and shirts and blankets and even bedsheets. You gotta stay warm. He knows it's cold in this corner but he needs you close now.

"Kook- I'm gonna need to actually sleep though-" You laugh, finding his concentrated face cute more than intimidating now. He's really lost his rough edge to you now that you got to know him- he's no longer intimidating, even when he's upset or angry or whenever he's too rough or clumsy in doing things or handling you. He's not evil. He doesn't have any ill intent.

"Then rest here." He growls. "Sleep here. You're warm, and it's not that bright." He argues. "You need darkness for your circadian rhythm right?" He mumbles mostly to himself, before he gets up and rushes towards the control console, tapping away until the lights turn off, except for a few blinking one's and some of the screens, dipping the entire center in nothing but the light of the stars outside, and the blue-ish hue of the small control screens here and there.

Only now do you notice that in the dark, his eyes are kind of reflective. But what's probably meant to instill fear of a predator in you, simply doesnt.

"There. Now sleep." He huffs, quietly adjusting the nest around you as he's back at your side, the blanket you made back over his shoulders, when you smile. "What?" He asks, a bit annoyed and clearly a bit unfamiliar to giving out any form of affection.

"I like you." You say again, and he cringes at you.

"You said that before." He tells you back, and you nod.

"And I'll say it until you finally get it." You giggle, making him look at you rather frustrated.

"Until I get what?" He asks, but you just shrug, closing your eyes, settling to sleep now-

And he's left with himself for a moment or two, simply watching you fall asleep, before he settles down next to you as well-

Darkness and silence hugging you close, as you drift through the galaxy together.

[evaslytherpuff]

Dark Secrets, Deeper Tongues

Slightly Dark!Ominis x f!OC (Reader's OC)

Characters are 18+!!! MDNI!!!

CW: Light stalking, Manipulation, Corruption Kink, Predator/Prey behavior, Dubious consent, Oral (f!receiving), Fingering, Some blood, Slight monster f***ing (PinV)

Plot: Ominis grows to have strong and possessive feelings for his close friend, OC. She's everything he could want and so much more. There is only one problem, and it's a big one, Ominis has a dark and disturbing secret. This side of him has been clawing its way to the surface, wanting to come out and play with OC, and Ominis is willing to do anything to make that happen.

I'll be using OC for this fic instead of MC. Because MC is a sexy sweetheart and...he's screwing Sebastian! Hehe.😜

Tagging: @myrachondria @ashisgreedy @abeltownshipslittlebitch

Ominis knew it was disapprovingly wrong, his heart pounding rapidly within his chest, as he followed closely behind the unsuspecting young woman. Her scent lingered in the hall and made his mouth water as he inhaled what remained of her sweet perfume. He stifled a groan at the thought of burying his face in her delicate neck, breathing in her sensual essence. Ominis' next step hit the ground a little too harshly, echoing in the long and almost empty hallway. She spun around towards his direction but he was already hidden from her view as he flattened himself against a wall around the corner.

"Hello? Is someone there?" Her lulling voice called out but Ominis chose to remain silent and hidden in the shadows until he heard her footsteps continue to move on towards her destination.

Ominis let out a soft sigh in relief and was glad he wasn't caught by the girl who made him ache for her. OC had become an obsession of his for the past few months and he tried so hard to fight these urges to follow her, be wherever she was, and claim her as his own. He always had a dark side, a part of himself that he desperately tried to hide out of shame. Lately this wicked aspect of himself kept rearing its ugly head and made Ominis feel like he was losing his mind if he didn't have her. He needed her, and he would make sure that he had her tonight, nothing would stop him or get in his way.

Ominis was surprisingly sneaky and had memorized the castle by heart, he knew exactly where she was heading and he decided to cut her off, pretending that their encounter was merely an accident. She slammed right into his chest with a shriek and stumbled backwards but Ominis was fast, poised and accurate, as he caught her in his arms.

"You freighted me! I didn't even hear you coming, Ominis." She giggled softly and huffed in relief as he helped her stand up straight again.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you. Are you alright?" He asked softly as he clutched his wand in one hand and still held her forearm with the other. He noticed that her heart was pounding and he couldn't take his eyes off her chest as it would rise and fall with every breath. As long as he held his beloved wand it helped him see in a completely different way. He saw auras around objects and structures but when it came to people and animals, he saw veins and arteries. OC's veins were just begging to be tapped by the fangs he fiercely tried to conceal.

"Yeah, I'm okay. I was just heading to the Room Of Requirement. MC said I could borrow his space to study and work on my potions. He's in the undercroft…with Sebastian." OC giggled and Ominis raised a brow at her until he finally caught on to what she had said.

"Oh...oh! You mean?" He smiled and trailed off.

"Yeah, together together. So I probably have a few hours to myself to get some work done." She laughed and Ominis could feel the fluttering in his stomach increase as a naughty idea crossed his mind and a voice whispered deep inside—now is your chance—and Ominis was willing to listen.

"OC? May I join you?" He asked kindly as he did his best to smile warmly at her. He didn't want to appear sinister but lately, that was exactly how he felt. He noticed that her heart began to beat even faster and she gasped softly.

"Of course, Ominis. You know I love your company." She looped her arm through his as they made their way to the Astronomy Tower. Oh, did he love hers as well. Increasingly she was all he could think about and he found it harder and harder to resist her and fight temptation. He finally decided to give up and allow himself some form of happiness. The question was, would she want him as badly as he desired her?

Ominis was in the Room Of Requirement alone with OC. She was sighing heavily at a potions station and Ominis was growing agitated while she grumbled about "ridiculous concoctions." They had been holed up in the spacious room together for what seemed like hours and all she wanted to do was study. This would have been fine if Ominis wasn't feeling so antsy. He wanted her to turn her attention to him, to come sit down on the couch beside him, he needed her closer and was thinking of all the different ways he could make that happen.

"You seem frustrated, OC. Why don't you come sit down and take a break? I think you need it." He said as he patted the seat next to him. Ominis was hoping—praying—that she would take the bait. His heart nearly dropped to his stomach as she did as he asked and moved to sit beside him. Her thigh was brushing his and the intoxicating smell of orange blossoms wafted over him. He had to stop himself from burying his nose in her hair and inhaling more of her sweet scent.

"You're right. I do need a moment to ease my nerves and frustration. This potion is really getting the better of me." She groaned as she leaned against the back of the sofa.

"Well, why don't we play a little game to help you unwind?" Ominis asked mischievously.

"What kind of game, Ominis?" She asked in pure curiosity. She was so amiable and innocent, so naive, and Ominis had the palpable urge to ruin her. He wanted to defile her and ravage her precious body while she screamed his name. His depraved thoughts grew louder and louder, blood already rushing to his groin, and he had to reposition himself on the couch to cover up the fact that he was slightly aroused.

"Truth or dare. Are you up for it?" He asked with a sly grin.

"Alright, I'm in. Ask me first." She said eagerly and sat up straight. His mind wandered to even darker scenarios and Ominis was surprisingly enjoying the idea of taking her innocence. Normally he would be sorely against situations like this but with her, she made him feel more animal than human, he felt like he didn't have control over himself and was running on savage instincts.

"Truth or dare?" He asked as he draped his arm around the back of the couch and leaned towards her. He heard her gulp loudly before answering him.

"Dare." She said then cleared her throat. She was obviously flustered by how close he was to her and it made him smile to himself.

"Okay, I dare you to take a few shots of MC's Firewhiskey." He pointed to the little bar he knew was positioned in the corner of the room.

"Fine, but only if you take a few with me." She said as she walked over to the shelf of alcohol and grabbed the bottle.

"Not really how the game goes but alright. I'll enjoy a drink with you." He chuckled as she sat back down next to him and set two shot glasses on the table in front of them. He reached over her, making sure to brush her fingers with his, as he took the Firewhiskey bottle and poured them their shots.

"I'll be honest. l've never had Firewhiskey. It's usually just Butterbeer at The Three Broomsticks." She said softly.

"You might like it. We will take our shots together, how about that?" He asked as he held up her glass and she gently took it from him.

"Okay, I like that idea." He could hear the smile in her voice as she handed him his shot.

"On the count of three. One. Two. Three." Ominis said, then tipped the small glass to his lips as she did the same. Poor OC started to cough and sputter as the drink poured down her throat. Ominis reached over to softly pat her back and comfort her although he couldn't help but laugh a bit.

"Are you okay, OC?" He asked with a slight chuckle.

"Yeah, I'm alright, it's just strong." She giggled as she gained her composure again and wiped her mouth with the back of her hand.

After a few shots together, the night was starting to get interesting. OC was more relaxed and clearly a little intoxicated as she had her stocking covered feet placed over Ominis' lap and her words slurred a smidge when she spoke.

"Okay okay. Your turn. Truth or dare?" She asked him.

"Dare. Let's see what you've got." He grinned over at her sitting at the other end of the couch.

"I dare you...to tell me your biggest secret."

She shifted in her seat to move closer to him again. This time she was kneeling beside him as she sat on her heels. He liked this position, he just wished that she was kneeling between his legs instead. He swallowed hard before letting out a drawn sigh.

"Are you absolutely sure that's what you want to know, OC?" His tone went from playful to stern in a heartbeat and he noticed how hers began to race again. It was as if he could hear the pounding of her pulse within his own ears.

"Yes. It's what I want to know, you have to complete the dare or I win." She chuckled as she awaited his answer. Here goes nothing, he thought.

"I'm—I'm part snake." He finally revealed his darkest secret to her and the room grew absolutely quiet. It stayed like this for a long moment before she finally spoke.

"No way, you're joking." She slid forward across the couch to sit closer to him. Her knees were now pressed against his thigh. He had to resist snatching her up or pinning her down on the plush couch.

"No, OC. I'm not. I wouldn't lie to you or tease you about this. I really am part snake." He said with a sigh. He knew it! He already had an idea of how she would react and he was right. She would never accept him for who he truly was. She couldn't ever be with someone, something, like him and it tore his heart to shreds. He clenched his jaw as he fought back tears and balled his hands into fists. Why couldn't someone accept him? That's all he truly wanted, to be loved.

"How is that even possible?" She asked softly.

"Well, when I was just a baby and all throughout my childhood, my parents tried to cure my blindness. What I never told anyone was…they were willing to do anything to supposedly "fix me." They ran experiments on me, injected me with what they thought were miracle cures, put me through hell all because I was born blind and they couldn't accept that. Whatever they did to me, it changed me, altered me somehow. My DNA was never the same again after their experimentation. I became a monster, something I was truly ashamed of. I've been hiding it ever since. Only Sebastian knows the truth and he is the only one. Until now." Ominis said solemnly as he twirled his wand in his hands nervously.

"Ominis. I'm so sorry they did that to you. You are not a monster. Please don't say things like that." She placed a hand on his shoulder and he scoffed.

"OC, you don't understand. It's more than just Parseltongue. That's a trait inherited from Salazar Slytherin. This, what I truly am, is completely different." He bit the inside of his cheek and shook his head.

"Then...show me." She said as her fingers brushed down his arm, making him shiver under her touch.

"That's not part of the game." He said as his voice grew deeper, more husky, while she sat so close beside him. Was she actually curious about this side of him? He started to feel a slight sliver of hope and thought that maybe tonight would end the way he wanted it to. Could she love him for who he truly was?

"Fine. We'll keep playing but I am not letting this subject go," She pointed at him and he watched the arteries move in her little finger. "I pick truth." She said with a little huff and Ominis couldn't help but chuckle.

"Alright then, do you have feelings for anyone and is it someone I know?" He asked with a raised brow.

She hesitated before finally speaking. "Yes. I do have feelings for someone. Strong feelings. You do know him, very well too." She said quietly and surprisingly took another shot of Firewhiskey all on her own.

"Is it—is it Sebastian?" He asked and failed to hide the jealousy in his voice, realizing that he sort of raised it at her.

"Oh, good heavens no! He is like a brother to me. It's not MC either because he's in love with Seb. Which I think is really cute. You said certain things aren't part of the game. I don't have to tell you his name." He thought this slightly cocky side of her was so refreshing and ridiculously alluring. He was fighting everything within telling him to just pounce on her.

"You're right. I did say that." He laughed and shook his head.

"Your turn, truth or dare?" She poked his shoulder and giggled so he poked her back, pushing her against the length of the sofa. Now she was lying down again with her legs draped over his thighs.

"I choose dare, OC." He smiled at her and she hummed as she thought about what dare to give him. He already knew what she would ask and he was hoping for this. She truly was naive and precious and didn't even realize that she was walking into his trap. Again, he knew it was wrong, but he had to have her. There was no denying it anymore.

"I dare you to show me your snake side. I want to see what you look like." She said sternly.

"Fine. If that is what you wish. I'm warning you though, it may be disturbing. You will be the first girl to ever see me like this. Are you sure you're ready for that?" He asked but was already undoing his tie and removing it from his neck.

"Yes I'm sure. I want to see the truth. Please, Ominis." The tone in her voice, the level of her curiosity and how much they drank, had his head spinning. He nodded at her before standing up to remove his shirt. He slowly undid his buttons, making a meal of it, before pulling the remaining fabric from his trousers. He let the material slide down his arms and fall to the floor and she gasped. Why? He didn't even shift yet but she seemed shocked. Then he realized, this is the first time she has seen him without his shirt.

"What's the matter, OC?" He asked as he held back his grin.

"I've never seen you without a shirt. I—I won't lie to you. I'm—I'm a little flustered." She said and he took notice of her racing heart.

"Do you still want to see?" He said as he stepped closer to the couch, now standing over her. He loved that she appeared so small compared to him. It gave him a rush knowing that, if he really wanted to, he could easily overpower her.

"Yes—I still want to see." She said and the shy sweet girl was back again.

He took a deep breath and set his wand down on the table beside the empty bottle of firewhiskey. He allowed this forbidden side to take over, opening himself up to the thought of becoming one with this darkness that he harbored within himself. He felt the shift wash over him, like ripples of rolling waves moving under his skin. It was as if a massive snake was slithering through his body and he sighed in relief once the transformation was complete. He slowly opened his eyes and adjusted to the world around him, trying to get used to the infrared vision he now possessed. He rolled his head on his shoulders and practically moaned when his canines elongated to the fangs that were aching to sink into delicate flesh. He looked down and ran his hands over rough skin that used to be soft and smooth. Then his eyes locked with hers.

She was breathing heavily with her hands clasped together over her chest. He had rendered her speechless.

"This is my secret, OC. The side of me that I have kept hidden for a very long time."

"Your eyes...and parts of your skin. Ominis this is—this is mind blowing. I can't believe this is even possible! Are—are you okay?" She asked with complete sincerity.

"Yeah, I'm okay. It just feels different. It's really good though. It feels like I've been locked in a trunk for ages and I've finally been set free." He chuckled.

"May I-may I touch you?" She asked and her inquisitiveness made him smirk.

"You want to touch me, OC?" He asked a little too flirtatiously but she didn't seem to care or notice. She nodded as she sat up on the couch and hesitated as she brought her hand up towards his body but finally brushed his hip with her fingertips and he smiled down at her. She was slow and tender, just brushing his skin with feather-like touches. Then, she became more sure of herself and started to run her palms up and down his torso then over his arms as she shook her head in bewilderment.

"You're scaly in some spots but then smooth and well, human, in others. Your eyes are slit like a snake but a pretty blue green color. The patches of snake skin match your irises. This is insane!" She laughed a little in shock over what she was seeing and feeling.

"If you think this is insane, you should see my tongue." He smirked down at her and her hands stilled on his stomach.

"Your—your tongue?" She stuttered and slowly pulled her hands away.

He lowered himself to his knees and sat in front of her, his face just inches from hers, as her breathing slowly began to increase. He nodded at her as he bit his bottom lip before opening his mouth to stick his tongue out at her. She gasped loudly and jumped back, flattening herself against the back of the couch.

"Ominis! Why is it— why is it so long?" She asked with a hint of fear in her voice.

"Comes with being part snake I guess." He playfully hissed at her and she let out a small scream while he laughed and held his stomach.

"Don't do that!" She scowled and smacked his arm but joined in on the laughter.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't help myself." He wiped a tear from his eye and moved to sit next to her on the sofa.

"So, what do you think?" He asked seriously. He needed to know. He had to make sure she wasn't terrified of him.

"I think—that you are intimidating but—this just makes you more fascinating to me. You're not like anyone else on this earth and I think that makes you special. I'm sorry your parents did this to you. I really am. I'll keep your secret and won't tell a soul. You can trust me." She said warmly and placed her hand on his thigh. He couldn't take it anymore and had enough teasing, it was now or never for the trap had already been set, she just had to fully walk into it.

"On to the next round. Truth or dare?" He asked with a smirk.

"Truth this time." She responded without taking her hand from his thigh.

"Am I the man you have feelings for, OC?" He asked as his leg tingled under her warm and delicate touch.

It took her a moment to answer and he could tell that she was chewing her lip but she finally turned to him and reached up to caress his cheek.

"Yes, you are." She answered softly and took his breath away. He couldn't believe it, she had feelings...for him. He wanted to kiss her, he wanted to close the gap between them and press his lips to hers, but he held back and decided to continue playing.

"I pick truth, OC." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and moved closer to her.

"Do you—do you have a crush on someone?" She asked in a hopeful tone.

"Yes, I do. It's more than a crush though. I have strong feelings for this woman. Feelings that are so intense they sometimes pain me. She's sitting right beside me. It's you, OC. I want you."

She hitched in a breath and ran her hand down his thigh and he bit his lip to stop himself from moaning. The room grew quiet for a moment but he broke the silence, hoping the game would end the way he wanted it to.

"Truth or dare?" He asked as they moved closer, her shoulder touching his now and her face just inches from his.

"Dare." She said breathlessly.

"I dare you to let me kiss you wherever I want tonight." His breathing increased to match hers and his heart was beating frantically. Please say yes, he thought when she wouldn't move or answer him.

"Anywhere?" She asked and ran her thumb over his cheekbone, the pad of her little finger was so soft. He could smell the Firewhiskey still lingering on her breath and his other hand moved to grab her hip so he could hold her steady.

"Yes, anywhere. Answer me." He jokingly nipped at the air in front of them and she giggled.

"Okay. You can kiss me, Ominis." She responded and he could see the blush that flooded her cheeks. Her body heat was giving away her emotions and he wanted to kiss every inch of her that burned a deep red.

He didn't need to be told twice. He snatched her up by her waist and she gasped as he hoisted the hem of her skirt up a bit so she could straddle his lap. He wrapped his arms around her, one hand resting on the small of her back and the other on the nape of her neck, as he pulled her in for a kiss.

Her lips were so luscious against his, so silky, while her mouth was warm and inviting. Ominis felt like the room was spinning around him and she was the only thing keeping him steady as his mouth moved over hers. He increased the intensity by entwining his tongue with hers until it began to slip down her throat. She moaned loudly into his mouth, not used to the sudden and deep intrusion, but she did her best to accommodate him and started sucking on the long muscle. He groaned and gripped the back of her head by latching onto her hair. They stayed like this as time passed by but he was craving more of the exquisite beauty writhing on his lap. He retracted his tongue from her mouth which left her panting and trying to catch her breath as she held onto his shoulders.

He didn't want to stop, not now, so he pulled her in and brought his mouth to her delicate neck to kiss the soft and thin skin. Her scent washed over him as he buried his face against her and growled as he sucked on her throat. He was sure he left marks and was proud of this, now everyone would see that she was his, but he needed to claim her completely. In his eyes, kissing her wasn't enough, he desperately needed more of her. He trailed his lips from her jaw down to her collarbone as he moved his hands to grip the front of her top.

"Ominis...please." She softly begged so he ripped open her blouse, exposing her corset and camisole. Too many layers, he thought. He needed more of her, more skin to grab and caress, more of her body to explore. If he could burn away her clothes without hurting her, he would.

"I want—I want to keep playing with you." She said between heavy breaths. He smiled wickedly at her as he pulled her top down her slender arms and tossed it to the floor.

"Then play, Darling." He whispered against her chest before gripping the nape of her neck to tilt her head back and lick along the front of her throat up to her chin. She shivered over him and it gave him such a rush as he licked along her neck once more.

"Truth or dare." She said with a whimper when he thrust his hips up to feel the heat radiating from between her legs. Even through her clothes, he could easily tell she was a wet mess. Ominis knew that her knickers had to be ruined and he adored that he had such a palpable effect on her.

"Truth, OC." He groaned softly as she began to gently grind down on his concealed arousal and his head fell back against the couch.

"Do you—do you have—dirty fantasies about me?" She asked sensually then gasped as he grabbed her hips and brought his clothed cock up to meet her sex.

"All the fucking time." His chest heaved up and down as they rocked against each other. "Some-are more innocent than others. Tonight they are far from pure. I want you to come undone. I need you to beg for more, to scream my name, while I pound into your delicate little cunt." He growled and pulled her in to lick and suck on her neck again. "I want to sink my fangs into your flesh as you cry out in ecstasy." He snarled against her damp skin.

Her moans grew louder and she tossed her head back to allow him more access to her vulnerable throat. "That's what—you want to do to me?" The pitch of her voice was growing higher with every thrust. She was losing it and Ominis was reveling in how desirous she was becoming for him.

"That's just the beginning. I want to ravage you! Turn you into this needy, quivering, mess that is just begging for her holes to be fucked by me and only me. I want to make you mine and mine alone. If any other man would try to have you, he will have to go through me first and trust me, OC. I can be pretty dangerous if need be. For you, I would do anything." He wrapped his arms around her waist and she buried her face in his neck to hide her expression.

"Omi, that's so—so filthy. I've never seen this side of you. Even out of your snakelike form." She stilled her hips and he held her tightly to his body.

"Never had the chance to but now…it's all I can think about. Keep going. Truth or dare, OC?" He said as he tried to steady his racing heart.

"I choose...dare." She said as her breaths fanned against his skin.

"I dare you to hide anywhere in MC's rooms, and if I can find you in under five minutes, I get to have my way with you however I want. I can do anything I please. All night." He wasn't playing games anymore, it was all or nothing, and he was hoping she would give in.

"That's asking a lot, Ominis. I'm—I'm not sure." She hesitated as she rested her head on his chest, her breathing was back to normal but he could still feel the heat between her lovely legs.

"You can say no, but then I will win this game. If you say yes and I don't find you, you win. You've been so naughty tonight. Why stop now?" He whispered in her ear before kissing the top of her head as his hand slipped under her skirt to rub her thigh through her underwear. She shivered against him and whimpered as she tried to hide her face.

"Whatever happens in this room between the two of us will remain between you and I. You can trust me, OC. He tried his best to soothe and convince her that they both needed this night.

"O—okay. I'll hide. Then you can try to find me." She deftly kissed his neck and he smiled up at the ceiling feeling like he had already won.

"You have time to hide. I'll give you five minutes. Then five to try and find you." He said as she moved off his lap to stand up and start looking for the perfect spot.

The poor girl didn't realize that he now had the advantage in this form. It would be so easy to pick up on her heat signature and find her no matter where she chose to hide. Ominis gave OC her time, relaxing on the sofa and envisioning what he will do to her when he finds her. His mind felt so dark right now but he was too far gone to care and enjoyed bathing in the shadows of his twisted desires. He longed for her, he wanted her tremendously, and tonight all his dreams were coming true.

Five minutes passed by quickly and Ominis began his hunt for his precious lover. He tracked her down by scent and sound, listening for the telltale signs of her beating heart. He held his wand in his hand and it almost felt like cheating.

Not only did he have infrared vision when he allowed this side of himself to come out and play but he could still see veins and arteries while he clutched his wand. It was like a best friend to him, a beloved sibling if you will, that would guide his way throughout life. With his wand, and in his snakelike embodiment, he was a force to be reckoned with and could easily find his demur prey.

He entered one of MC's potion rooms and grinned to himself. She was a clever young woman but not clever enough. She used the scents and sounds of the energetic room to cover her presence but Ominis was far more cunning than she was.

"I can't wait to get my hands on you. You know, I have this insatiable desire to sink my fangs into your lovely flesh, OC but I have to stop myself. My parents experimented on me, you know this, what you didn't know is that my bite is venomous and connected to my magic. I bit Sebastian once, by accident of course, and do you know what happened?" He heard a faint gasp come from one of the potion cabinets and picked up on her body heat. A wicked smile spread across his face as he crept closer to her hiding place.

"He grew perfectly still, collapsed to the floor and didn't move, but he could still feel everything. I sort of paralyzed him, OC and he couldn't fight back but he could feel all the pain I dealt him. We were fighting and I don't even remember why but I shifted and attacked him. It's what I wanted my magic and venom to do to him. To leave him powerless while we fought. It didn't last long and he was back to normal without any problems although he sported quite a few bruises and a black eye. To this day, he thinks I should use this gift. Do you think I should, OC? Should I bite you and leave you motionless while I enjoy all your beautiful body has to offer? Let you feel everything I do to you but you can't fight back?" He teased as he stood in front of the wooden doors that kept her from him.

"Let's find out!" He ripped the cabinet open and snatched her up while she screamed and flailed. Ominis flung her over his shoulder with all his newfound strength and carried her to a nearby room. It shifted and rearranged itself to an elaborate bedroom which was exactly what he needed while she kicked and struggled against him.

"Wait! Slow down, Ominis!" She shouted as he tossed her onto the four post bed and she tried to scramble away from him. He swiftly pounced on her and tore at the clasps of her skirt before pulling it off of her body. This left her in her drawers, stockings and garter, corset, and camisole. This was still too much. He needed her bare, exposed, completely vulnerable for what he had planned for her.

"That wasn't part of the game, Love. I won fair and square and now I want my prize! You agreed to anything I want and I want this. I want us!" He growled as he ripped open her corset, the metal clasps flying across the room and clattered to the floor. He pressed his body against hers, pinning her to the soft mattress, as he brought his lips down to take hers.

He devoured her muffled protests as his tongue delved into her mouth once more. He felt like he was running on pure adrenaline, high on how powerful he was in his shifted form. His hands snaked over her body until he met the stiff peaks of her breasts. He groaned against her lips as he pinched and toyed with her nipples. She shoved at his shoulders so he pulled back from the kiss and rose to his knees on the bed as he looked down at her. Her heat signature seemed to be on fire and he loved that she was trying her best to cover it up. He was affecting her as much as she was affecting him and he would make her see that they were meant to be together.

"Take off the rest of your clothes but leave the stockings." He hissed as she hesitated.

"Ominis, you're kind of scaring me right now! Please. Give me a moment to wrap my head around this." She sat up and moved further away from him.

"OC, at this very moment, I feel like I'm losing control but please. Please trust me." He wrapped his fingers around her calf and rubbed the smooth material of her stockings a little and felt her relax under his tender touch.

She shifted to remove her cami and let it fall to the floor then she lifted her hips slightly to pull on the waistband of her underwear and tugged them off as well.

Ominis wanted to shout in victory knowing that she was naked for him now. His stiff cock twitched within his pants over the thought of her bare body. She brought her knees up to her chest as he stood up to remove his trousers and underwear as well, tossing them to the other side of the room. After taking off his socks, he climbed back onto the bed with the woman he fantasized about daily. He sat in front of her and lifted her chin to look at him directly.

"You don't need to be shy, OC. Let me take care of you tonight. I want this to be a night to remember." He said softly as he ran his thumb along her bottom lip. She nodded against his fingers and that was all the approval he needed.

"Lie down, spread your legs for me." He whispered as he released her face. She did as she was told and rested her head against the plush pillows. Ominis moved to lay over her, feeling her flushed heat radiating from her lovely figure. Their bodies were barely touching but he could already feel her trembling beneath him. Was she scared? Excited and nervous about what he would do next? He didn't know. His only thought was to take her, make her his forever, show her how much he loves her by pleasing her magnificent body.

Ominis leaned in, balancing himself up on his elbows, bringing his lips to her jaw. A sensual hiss escaped his lips as he trailed them down to her neck...but it wasn't English. He spoke Parseltongue and she gasped as he felt her shiver beneath his powerful frame. Her breathing increased again and he could actually hear her heartbeat pick up. He smirked against her skin and decided to push her even further. He spoke again, this time his tongue flicking out to tickle her neck. She arched up a little which made him smile even more.

"Do you like when I speak Parseltongue, Darling?" He asked in the dark language again.

"I—I don't know what you're saying but—keep going." She whispered and her hands came up to caress his chest. They were so hot against his skin and he sighed happily as she explored his body. Her palms were all over him yet kept stopping when she got too close to his pelvis as if she was afraid to touch him below the waist.

"The things I want to do to you. I need to taste you, OC. I need my tongue buried deep inside you." He enjoyed teasing her with the hisses and sighs that spilled from his lips as he grinned down at her.

"You're so intimidating like this. My heart is pounding right now." She whimpered and turned her face away from him.

"No, don't look away. Trust me, Love. Tonight you're mine and I'm going to enjoy ravaging this beautiful body of yours." He said, this time with more venom in the forbidden language, as he gently cupped her face and made her look up at him again.

Ominis brushed her lips with his before he started to kiss down her jaw and stopped at her tantalizing throat. He sucked and lapped at the soft skin for a moment before moving down to her chest. He stuck his tongue out fully and wrapped the tip around one of her nipples. He used one hand to pinch the other tip between his thumb and forefinger. His other hand was placed on her shoulder to hold her down as he laid between her soft legs. His cock twitched against the sheets as she arched her back against his mouth and busy fingers. He moved to give the other breast the same attention and she moaned softly while she writhed against him.

"Ominis..." She whimpered as she moved her hands to tangle them in his hair and hold his head to her chest while he showered her breasts with loving attention. He could stay there forever if she allowed him and he growled as he nipped at her stiff peaks. She yelped when his teeth grazed her skin and he chuckled against her stomach as he worked his way down to kiss her hips.

"So sensitive. I love the way your body trembles under my fingertips and my mouth." He licked along her hip then blew on the wet trail he left behind. He continued from hip to hip as she moaned loudly and passionately said his name. She was panting and wiggling her pelvis so he grabbed her hips and gripped her body tightly, holding her in place so he could leave hickies below her hip bones. She cried out and struggled against his hold but he was too strong and determined to leave all the marks he could on her beautiful body. Her roommates would know, the school would know, that she was his and only his and he was the one to please her.

"Ominis I—I've never. I've never been—with anyone." She said softly as she covered her face with her hands.

"Wait, you're a—you're a virgin?" He asked as he shifted a little lower to rest his head on the inside of her thigh.

"Yes is—is that bad?" He could hear the worry laced into her voice but he smiled widely against her sensitive skin.

"No, that's perfect. You're perfect, OC. I'll make tonight special for you, I promise." He kissed her thigh and gently ran his hand down her leg to place it over his shoulder. He turned his head to kiss and nip at her other thigh and place that leg over his shoulder as well. Now his head was between her supple limbs and the scent of her arousal washed over him as he placed kisses where her thighs met her damp sex. He sighed against her and she quivered below him. He wrapped his arms around her legs and placed his palms on the front of her thighs to keep a strong hold on her.

"Omi, please..." She was begging, but for what he didn't know, all he could comprehend at the moment was how badly he needed to taste her, to savor her juices on his tongue. It felt like he was in a dream and if he didn't continue then he would wake up and she wouldn't be here in his arms. Maybe it was all the shots they took but everything just felt so surreal to him as she whispered his name.

"OC, I need more. I need more of you. Spread your legs a little wider, Darling." She did as she was told and her heat signature was absolutely flaring. His eyes fell on her clit and he licked his lips, salivating at the thought of pleasing her dripping cunt with his mouth.

"Ominis. Be gentle." She reached down to run her fingers through his hair and he smiled at her.

He would try but he felt more and more animalistic by the second. He nodded up at her then brought his mouth down to kiss her sex. She cried out at the first contact and arched her back, making him more eager to satisfy her.

"Relax, Sweetheart. I've got you." He brushed her thigh with his fingertips to soothe her. She pet his head once again before he kissed her little bundle of nerves, making her moan loudly. He took his time with his actions as he licked and sucked on her delicate folds. He was ecstatic feeling her writhe and jerk against his seeking tongue and lips. She was crying out his name as she gripped fistfulls of his disheveled hair so Ominis decided to step things up a notch. He lapped and kissed her dripping entrance before breaching her core with his tongue.

"Oh! Omi! Don't stop!" Her heels were digging into his back as he fucked her with his long tongue, making sure to hit her sweet spot with every lick and thrust, OC was trying to close her thighs around his head but he held her tightly in place. His growls and groans echoed throughout the room as his hand snaked down her leg to reach her aching heat. His cock pulsed against the bedsheets, dripping onto the soft material, as he inserted one of his fingers.

"Ominis! Oh fuck! This feels—it feels so good! She cried and thrust her hips against his face. One hand held her firmly against the bed while the other worked his finger in and out of her core paired with his tongue. Her taste was exquisite and he needed to push her closer and closer to her building orgasm. He was truly enjoying watching her come undone, the shy girl who usually kept to herself, now became a wanton little mess in the palm of his hand. The sheets were now soaked from him devouring her sweet and dripping cunt. He was laying in a small puddle of his own due to grinding his cock against the mattress.

Her moans and pants became more and more frantic and Ominis knew she was close, he could feel it against his tongue and pulsing finger so he decided to add another one and spread her open so he could bury his tongue further inside her.

She wailed as the long muscle bottomed out in her throbbing core. His nose was pressed against her clit and he thrust his fingers even harder and faster in her soaked slit.

"Ominis! I'm—I'm close!" She cried and both of her hands flew to press down on his head. Yes!Come for me, come on my tongue, let me taste your pleasure! He thought as the tip of his tongue pressed strongly against her sweet spot.

Her core swiftly clamped down around his fingers and tongue as her orgasm tore through her trembling body. Ominis moaned when the taste of her climax washed over his tongue and his eyes slid shut in pure bliss. He slowly withdrew his fingers followed by his tongue only when her body ceased quivering. He rested his head on her thigh and they both shared a moment to catch their breath. Ominis then took notice of her body heat starting to cool down and saw that as a signal to keep going. He slowly maneuvered himself to crawl over her, prowling like a hungry beast.

"Ominis...your eyes. They're—they're almost glowing." She whispered as he wiped her slick from his mouth and chin. He smirked down at her when they were lying face to face, his body hovering above her's.

"This is what you do to me. You drive me insane, you make me crave you, OC." He placed his lips on her neck and gently tugged at her pulse with his lips. She wrapped her arms around him as he pressed his body down on top of her delicate figure. She gasped when the head of his cock gently brushed against her folds. He hissed in a breath at the warm contact and pressed his forehead against her's.

"You're ready. I know you are. I made sure that you are properly prepared for me. You can take it, My Love." He said as he placed a single kiss on her head then moved to slant his mouth over her plump and inviting lips. He wedged his hips between her legs and she groaned into his mouth as the tip of his erection breached her entrance.

"That's it, Sweetheart. Relax and let me in." He nuzzled her neck and sank deeper inside her wet core. Her nails dug into his back as she whimpered and arched beneath his flushed frame. He pressed his weight on her and caged her in place with his arms as his lips moved to tickle her sensitive throat. Ominis plunged further and further in OC's tight channel.

"Omi, it—it hurts." She shivered as he deftly kissed her temple.

"It will—It will at first, Darling. Breathe and relax with me. You're so nervous." He whispered against her cheek before placing delicate kisses all along her face then moving to her jaw and neck once again.

"I can make you feel good. My fangs ache, OC. Let me sink them into this supple flesh. Please." He let his words ghost over her damp skin and she stiffened.

"Ominis...no. I'm—I'm not ready for that. Please." She softly begged but his mind was already in a haze at the thought of biting her delectable skin.

"I want you to feel pleasure. It won't hurt. It won't! I need you to feel good. Please, OC. Let me bite you. My fangs are throbbing. The pressure is too much. Please!" He pleaded against her throat and she swallowed hard.

"Omi. I—I don't know. Your bite will paralyze me." He felt a tear fall down her temple and splash on his face.

"No. No! You'll feel what my magic wants you to feel. I want you to need me, OC. I'm begging." His fangs brushed her neck and she yelped and jumped to the best of her ability under his weight.

"Ominis. I—I don't know. I don't..." Her words were cut off by her groan as his fangs sank into her skin. He could literally see his venom working its way through her veins as she grew limp beneath him. Her head lolled to the side as he bit down harder on her tender tissue. He snarled against her as the metallic tang of her blood hit his tongue.

"Ominis!" She cried as he bottomed out inside her sweet sex. He removed his fangs from her beautiful body with a deep sigh as she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into her throbbing core.

"Oh fuck, OC!" He shouted as she thrust her hips up to meet his, losing all inhibitions.

"Make love to me, Ominis. It—it doesn't hurt anymore." She said as she placed a kiss on both of his cheeks. He couldn't believe how quickly his venom was working but he wasn't going to let this moment slip away.

"I'll give you whatever you want. I'm yours." He whimpered as he pulled out as far as he could before plunging back into her heat. She tossed her head back and mewled softly in his ear. They held each other so tightly as he picked up his pace and began to thrust harder and faster making her moan his name.

"Ominis! You feel so amazing." She purred as she moved to cup his face in her soft hands. He couldn't help but shed a tear over the sheer amount of love they were sharing with one another. He knew his venom was a part of it but he couldn't help but feel overjoyed over the intimacy they were creating. Her head thrashed against the pillows as he began to pound deep inside her precious cunt, their breathing becoming in sync with each other.

"More, I'm close, Ominis!" She moaned loudly as her legs wrapped around him tightly and her nails dug deep into his shoulders. He was eager to give her exactly what she wanted as his hips drove into her again and again. Their pants filled the room as he continued to thoroughly love her dripping core and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.

With one harsh thrust she screamed his name in pleasure as she gripped down on his throbbing cock in heavy waves. He wasn't done with her just yet and continued to piston his pelvis harder and harder within her cunt. She was an absolute wreck as she mumbled and clutched him close to her body. He could feel the warmth in his stomach continue to grow and spread further down his body. The tension in his groin was building with every thrust of his length inside her aching sex.

He gave one final thrust as he spilled his seed deep inside her, claiming her for his own. His holler echoed throughout the room as the tendons in his neck grew taut from the strain of his orgasm. He gasped harshly as his body collapsed to lay over hers. She held him close to her as she cradled his head against her chest. He listened to her rapid heartbeat pounding against her rib cage as she ran her fingers through his damp hair.

"You were right, your bite didn't hurt, it actually made me feel...safe." She said softly then kissed the top of his head.

"I didn't want you to feel pain. I wanted you to feel comfortable with me. I couldn't help it. I'm sorry I bit you. The ache was just too much. Are you mad at me now?" He asked as he pulled out and groaned at the loss of her wonderful warmth.

"No, I don't want you to feel pain either. If your fangs are hurting you, my neck is here for the taking, you should be able to feel safe and comfortable as well, Ominis. Let me be that for you, let me be the one you can truly be yourself with. I—| love you, Ominis Gaunt. I always have." They shifted so she could curl up next to him and wrap her legs and arms around his body. He pulled her in as close as he possibly could and tilted her face up to look at him.

"I love you too, OC. You're mine now, do you understand?" He asked as he gently kissed her lips.

"I don't want to be with anyone else but you. You have my heart." She kissed him passionately before yawning and nestling her head in the crook of his neck.

Ominis felt his eyes getting heavy as he smiled from ear to ear. Tonight was the perfect night and he was so thankful to call OC his. He didn't have to hold back or hide who he truly was with her anymore and it felt magnificent. The woman he loved more than anything in the world, the one he coveted above all others, was sleeping soundly within his arms and he couldn't be happier.

[minniethemoocherda]

Just A Friend To You

A/N: Thank you so much to @pkmndaisuki for agreeing to be my beta reader for this fic! I never would have spotted any of my spelling mistakes otherwise lol! Please go check out their amazing X-men art! I hope you guys enjoy the fic! I know I don't post that frequently but I am trying my best to help keep this ship afloat! Xxxxxx

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From across the diner, Morph watched as Jubilee and Roberto inched ever closer to one another, neither of them quite yet taking to leap to touch.

Ah, the perils of young love, Morph thought. Although it wasn't as if the perils of love stopped once you became an adult. Something that they knew all too well as they turned their attention to the man sitting opposite them.

When Logan had learnt that the two teens were going on a date, he had demanded that he chaperone them. After many protests, Jubilee had agreed, on the condition that Morph also came along to make sure Logan didn't stab anyone, namely Roberto.

Which was how Morph came to find themselves that Saturday afternoon, watching a date, whilst on a not-date with the man they were in love with.

Most times when they and Logan were hanging out they would be roughhousing, or watching TV, or playing basketball. But here there was nothing to do but just enjoy each other's company. It was nice.

Morph wore their usual human form but with dark jeans and a pink crop top that they may or may not have borrowed from Gambit's wardrobe.

Wolverine was reluctantly wearing a buttoned shirt, because Jubilee had demanded that if he insisted on stalking them then he should at least look presentable. Morph was pretty sure that Logan had stolen his shirt too, probably from Scott, especially given that it was at least three sizes too small for him. He'd had to roll up the sleeves to hide how short they were and left the two buttons undone as it wasn't wide enough to fit across the expanse of his chest. Not that Morph was complaining about the view.

Nor were they complaining about the sweet potato fries that came with their burger.

"You should try one of these," Morph told him as they dipped one of those said sweet potato fries in ketchup.

The next second, Logan leant over the table and bit the one that Morph had been holding between their fingers. Which under different circumstances could have been romantic, but instead reminded Morph of when their old family dog would steal scraps of food from the table.

"I didn't mean that one you animal!" Morph cried, throwing a fry at his face.

But Logan bit that one too, catching it in his mouth, which then spread into a wide grin. With the ketchup dripping from his teeth onto his white shirt, he really did look like an animal.

In retaliation, Morph stole one of his onion rings which Logan protested with a "Hey!" But didn't otherwise complain.

Of course, that was when Roberto finally got the courage to make a move and draped his arm over Jubilee's shoulder.

Morph heard the familiar snikt of Logan drawing his claws from under the table.

"Calm down Wolvie." Morph said, reaching under the table to wrap their hand around his wrist. "I doubt he's gonna try to jump her in the middle of a diner. And even if he did, Jubilee can handle herself."

"She sure can." Logan said, his snarl turning into a proud smirk as he put his claws away.

Now, Logan might say that he didn't like kids, but Morph had seen how he interacted with them.

He always gave into Jubilee's demands to go shopping, or play video games with her, no matter how much he said he wouldn't. And when the teenager needed a non-judgmental shoulder to cry on, he was always there.

Morph knew Logan didn't want kids of his own, and in their line of work they couldn't really blame him. But still, they couldn't help but think it was a shame. He really would make a good father.

It was just one of the many reasons why they loved him.

Suddenly the waitress appeared next to their table and Morph realised that they were still holding Logan's wrist. They quickly retreated it back.

Thankfully, the waitress appeared not to notice, too busy trying to balance an overstuffed bowl of ice cream, sauce and sprinkles in her hand that she placed on their table.

"We didn't order that, lady," Logan told her.

"I know. The girl over there did," the waitress replied, pointing over to Jubilee where a similar looking desert was placed upon her table. When Jubilee caught them looking her way, she waved a cheeky grin and Robert just looked confused.

By the time Morph looked back, the waitress was gone and Logan was digging a scoop out of the ice cream.

"What?" Logan shrugged, shoving the spoonful into his mouth. "I ain't gonna waste free food."

Melted ice cream dripped down Wolverine's chin adding to the collection of stains on that poor shirt, and Morph took a scoop themselves to try to distract themselves from that train of thought.

They had to admit that the dessert was pretty good, not too creamy yet not too solid with a perfect balance of ice cream and toppings.

Logan must have thought so too because as he licked his spoon he let out a low rumbling moan. Morph knew that in this form, they had to have been blushing at pink as their t-shirt. Not even Logan dipping one of the left over fries in to it could lessen their blush, so they did their best to hide it by ducking behind the large bowl as they ate the remainder of the monster of a dessert.

But try as they might, Morph couldn't distract themselves from the thoughts in their head. Logan had to know how this looked right? The pair of them, sharing a dessert. Morph swore they had already seen some of the other diner patrons giving them funny looks. Maybe Logan didn't care? Or maybe he wasn't as hyper-aware about appearances as Morph was?

At least their internal breakdown didn't last for too long, thanks to Logan's never ending appetite.

Morph glanced over at Jubilee's table to see that they had finished too.

Now all that was left was to pay the bill.

"I'll get it." Logan said, grabbing some bills from his trouser pockets. "I'm the one who dragged you into comin' with me."

"Wow, a burger, some frees and a free dessert. You really know how to treat a girl." Morph teased, as if the idea of Logan ever treating them to a real date would be a complete joke.

"Fine." Logan snorted, handing the money over to the waitress. "Next time I'll persuade that Roberto kid to take Jubilee some place fancier."

Next time? Morph felt their stomach somersault.

"Well, if you insist on taking me somewhere fancier then we will have to get you a new shirt," they said, pointing to where a third button had now snapped free. They tried to hide the fact that they felt left like they were about to puke up their own gloop.

"Why? You not likin' the view?" Logan said through a smug smirk.

"I like not getting kicked of restaurants more."

"So you do like it," Logan stated, that smirk turning predatory.

Wait, was Logan actually flirting with them? No, of course not. That could not be happening. This was just their usual banter. Right? Morph must have gotten so caught up in how the pair looked that their brain must have tricked itself into believing that Logan was flirting with them. Yes, that's what must have happened.

Of course that was when Jubilee decided to interrupt.

"I thought I told you to wear something decent!" She cried, grabbing Logan's leather jacket from where it was draped over the back of his chair and throwing it over the exposed expanse of his chest.

"I wore a shirt didn't I?" Logan protested, shrugging the jacket on properly. "Besides, Morph said they liked it."

Jubilee turned her accusatory glare towards them.

"Okay first of all, I never said that. Also I was the one who told Logan that shredding his only shirt wouldn't get him out if wearing one in the future so this-" Morph waved their hands in Logan's general direction. "Is not my fault."

Jubilee stared up at the ceiling but she was unable to stay annoyed for too long as Roberto placed a comforting hand on her shoulder and when her gaze once again found his and a smile once again graced her face.

"Whatever. Me and Roberto were going to go to arcade if you two insist on stalking us."

Morph glanced towards Logan and was surprised too see him shaking his head.

"Nah, you kids go ahead. We got our own plans."

Jubilee looked between them, a suspicious smile on her face that had Morph's stomach churning. But for once she chose to keep her mouth shut simply waving them both goodbye.

"You kids have fun!" Morph called after them.

"But not too much fun." Logan grinned making Roberto's brown skin pale as the teens headed for the door.

Despite their teasing, Morph truly was happy for Jubilee. Robert was a good kid. They were good for each other. Roberto helped to keep her grounded whilst she showed him the light around them.

Morph watched as Roberto reached out his hand and Jubilee didn't hesitate to take it in her own. Morph knew that it wasn't easy for the pair of them easier. As an Afro-Brazilian and Asian-American couple, they too drew their own fair share of less than happy looks. But the two teens ignored the stares, only having eyes for each other.

"Not that I'm complaining about getting out of babysitting duty," Morph said getting up from the table. "But I wasn't aware that we had any plans."

"We're going bowlin'." Logan stated, getting up himself, when he suddenly refused to meet their eyes. "If you want. 'Cus we still haven't been since- I mean we ain't been in a while."

Morph chose to believe that Logan's uncharacteristic fluster was because he had reminded them of how they still hadn't gotten the chance to go bowling together since they'd been freed of Sinister's control, and not the fact that he'd accidently made it sound like he was asking them out on a date.

"I'd love too." Morph quickly covered up the sincerity with a joke. "As long as you promise not to act all stabby when I beat you."

Logan snorted.

"As long as you promise not to act all bratty when I win."

"No promises."

As the two of them left, Morph couldn't help but glance down at Logan's hand as it swayed between them. They hoped that one day, they would have the courage to take his hand too.

[hellofanidea]

45. leather belt with a silver buckle for babelieb

NSFW below the cut because I did in fact think about my rarepair fucking on the floor for too long

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The first time they screw, more than just hurried hands and mouths, is in a motel just outside of Philadelphia. They don't plan it, both exhausted from the last three days - from driving and not sleeping and the fight Babe had with his folks and his sisters and Bill as he bundled his shit into Joe's car.

They've gotten a twin room, ostensibly to save money but mostly to stay in each other's sight at all times, and lingering touches turn to kisses, turn to Joe pushing Babe against a wall and grinding a thigh between his legs as he sucks hickeys into his collarbone.

"Jesus, Joe, Jesus Christ," is all Babe can say, his hands refusing to cooperate as he grabs at him. Joe's still dressed where Babe is just in his shorts, fresh from the shower and ready to sleep, and his fingertips keep sliding off the fabric of Joe's shirt. "Joe, fuck-"

"Thought you missed me?" Joe pants slyly. Babe makes a particularly inarticulate noise and gropes down Joe's front to get at his slacks, at the belt keeping them up around his bony hips. The buckle is almost bitingly cold, but he persists, grabs at Joe's erection below it as he slides the leather free. "Fu-uck, Babe-"

They don't move apart more than a handful of inches as they strip Joe of his layers and rid Babe of his boxers. They barely make it to one of the beds.

"So pretty," Joe mumbles, between smearing kisses anywhere he can reach and fumbling with the lube he's magicked up from a pocket or bag or could have summoned out of thin air for all that Babe cares. "My pretty baby..."

He's being so much sweeter than the normal filth he would pour into Babe's ear in haylofts and foxholes, and it does something funny to his insides, makes him writhe all the more desperately against him.

The people next door can probably hear them, know exactly what they're doing, but fuck them, Babe thinks viciously, fuck them, he's owed this, they're both owed this. Let them know, let them see them emerge tomorrow and think whatever they want, because they aren't worth the energy it would take for Babe to drag himself away from Joe again.

Restraint is for other people. It's for people who haven't jumped out of planes and fired machine guns and seen their friends bleed in the snow like animals. It's for people who know how to move on without feeling like they've left most of themselves behind.

And then Joe is pushing his fingers in, one at a time. There's more pain than pleasure at first, but Babe just breathes through it, hooking one leg up and over Joe's back. He bites more than kisses at Joe's mouth until the intrusion hits just right and he's keening, scratching down his shoulders, rocking into the sensation.

It makes Joe groan like he's the one being fucked open. He's smearing precum onto Babe's hip, and Babe twists his body to give him some friction.

"If I go off now," warns Joe. "It's gonna take a minute for me to get in you."

That makes Babe laugh, and he cants his hips again so he can watch Joe grunt and curse. In revenge, Joe crooks his fingers hard and mean in a way that sends pleasure shooting through Babe so violently he shudders, spine arching off of the mattress in a curve he didn't know he could make. Joe laughs, then, and licks into Babe's gasping mouth.

"Think I could get you off like this, huh, sweetheart?" And there's the sharper teasing Babe remembers. "Just like this, then screw you when you're all fucked-out and easy for me?"

"Jesus, Joe, don't," Babe whines, even though the thought has his dick twitching eagerly.

"Yeah, okay, maybe next time," Joe acquiesces.

Next time. Babe arches again, squeezing his eyes shut at the wave of something that travels through him at the thought. They had never had a guaranteed next time before. Not even after V-J Day. Next time, and the time after, and the time after-

He shoots off before he can even warn Joe, his whole body locking up tight and then completely unraveling. There's a shout ringing in his ears that he thinks is Joe's name bouncing off of the walls of the motel room.

"Fuck, there you go, that's it, show me how you like it-"

The fingers in him curl into that perfect spot again and again until Babe's leg is twitching with the aftershocks. His tongue feels too heavy to form words, but the pitch of his noises must turn sour, because Joe pulls out gently, keeps his legs spread around him but bending over Babe to press soft, open mouthed, kisses to his neck and shoulders.

He's still talking, too quietly for Babe to make out the words, but the vibrations against his skin are nice, soothing, help his mind refocus from how hard his orgasm crashed into him. With the tips of his fingers still tingling with static, Babe moves clumsy hands from where they'd fallen against the mattress to Joe's back, petting at him weakly, feeling the jut of his vertebrae and the thin sheen of sweat building on his skin.

"Alright, Babe, I gotcha, I gotcha, that's it, honey," Joe is cooing, the words once again making sense to Babe's ears. He laughs, a blissed out, disbelieving noise, and Joe lifts his head to give him a wicked grin. "Okay, so maybe we don't leave it to next time, huh?"

[dumplingsfordays]

modern au - roommate hcs !

ft. Kazuha, Scara, Xiao, Zhongli, Diluc, Albedo

I'm backk~

I haven't wrote in a little bit so I'm sorry 😭

Anyways this is a random idea I had, idk how well my thoughts are gonna translate into words but we'll see ig

Also idk if you need a warning for this but Diluc's has a mention of man titties so... do what you want with that ig

Reader's gender not specified, and this is not proofread!! Apologies for any mistakes, feel free to message me and I'll fix them :)

Image credit!

But as always, thank you for reading <3

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kazuha

- omg this man 😭😭 he is (imo) the best roommate you could ever have.

- he'd probably be super nice when you two first meet and stay that way!!

- he wakes up at a fairly good time too, and if he knows that you're sleeping, he'll try to be as quiet as possible.

- he does his share (and often a little more, if he has time) of the chores consistently.

- kazuha even follows a schedule on when to do certain stuff - he writes it down in a calendar in the kitchen

- he does like to cook when he has some free time, and they don't always turn out amazing but the smell will have your mouth watering.

- his room is super neat!! It's very aesthetic and a little minimalistic, but not overwhelmingly so.

- and it's always clean!!!!!

- he mostly hangs around either in his room or the living room on a couch. Sometimes he'll come into your room, but he always knocks!

- he respects your privacy too 😍 this man is a treasure, treat him well

- he doesn't mind hanging out with you!! If you're into makeup, he actually likes to go makeup shopping with you and just chill while you pick out some stuff :)

- everyone thinks you're partners when you guys hang out, but kazuha doesn't seem to mind 🤭

scara (sorry it's a bit short, never rlly written anything abt him before 😭😭)

- he's a little turd but you still like him, and he gets confused because why haven't you moved out yet????

- he probably spends like 80% of his time away from the house (apartment? wherever you guys live basically), but he still manages to do his chores on time

- HIS EYELINER SKILLS. IK THIS IS A LITTLE IRRELEVANT BUT THEYRE SO GOOD OMFG

- anyways, he really likes watching movies super late at night, so when you join him 20 minutes in with popcorn, it's sort of a bonding time for you two

- he doesn't cook, so he orders takeout a lot... and what really surprised you is that after a week or so of living together, he started to order for both of you because "you were whiny that I didn't get you anything"

- (he actually does it bc he's trying to say thanks for putting up with him :))

- he goes to bed super late and wakes up super late. You have to deal with this by not making ANY noise when you do stuff in the morning or he will be very grumpy for like 2 days (you learned this the hard way 😭)

- on days when he's friendlier, he'll bring you stuff like plushies when he gets back. He'll say that Yae or Yoimiya asked him to give these to you, but you doubt that those two gave you twelve stuffed animals in the span of a month.

xiao (another short one 😭 just like his height)

- I mean... He's okay?? He just sits in his room a lot and I headcanon that he's kinda sorta a gamer so

- he doesn't mind doing chores for you if you can't, but he'll do them a little late because he's like that

- this man SIMPS for Chinese food, like I'm not joking. He doesn't know how to make it, but before moving in w you he searched up Chinese restaurants and that's one of the reasons he moved in lmao

- you guys don't really see much of each other a lot... but you always, always go on grocery trips together. Why? Because he seems to consistently forget the shopping list that you wrote down for him at home, on the kitchen counter, and if you go shopping for him, he complains that you didnt get the things he asked for (but he doesn't write you lists 👀)

- he does have his sweet moments too. If you play videogames, he'll play with you if it's multiplayer. If it's not - no worries, you'll both play it, sitting side-by-side.

- if you're not into videogames though, he does like learning stuff, especially from you. He thinks that you're a good teacher, and even if it's you teaching him how to make coffee (because he doesn't know and wants to learn), he'll keep persevering through it just for you.

- oh boy. Room time.

- his room isn't that bad, if you can look past the giant pile of Monster cans in a trashcan below his desk. It's often dark, with the blinds down, and if you're walking down the hallway, there's a 90% chance that you'll see green led lights shining through the gap beneath his door.

- speaking of his door, it's covered in those signs that say stuff like 'warning! no stupid people beyond this point' or 'dont touch me until I've had my morning Monster'. If you couldn't tell yet, he's obsessed with Monster.

- he streams on twitch, and he's pretty popular, so you'll hear screams of disappointment coming from his room quite often.

- but one sight that you'll never forget is when you went to bring him apple slices (did I mention that he likes apples??), you opened the door to him standing in front of his monitor in a maid dress 😭. According to him, this was a dare that his viewers had him do, and that you better not mention this to anyone!!

- he was so red when he was explaining it though 🤭🤭 you, being the kind soul that you are, swore on your heart to keep it a secret :)

zhongli

- omfg you KNOW this man likes having meals with you. That's such a random thought but hear me out.

- when you eat, he eats with you at the table. Even if you made something only for yourself, he'll whip something up for him and eat with you.

- ANYways he likes to save money so much that his room only consists of a mattress on the floor, a coffee table for a desk, a beanbag in the corner, and a bookshelf that is practically overflowing with books. You take pity on him, of course, and buy him another bookshelf, which he now treasures :)

- probably has a lot of plants around the house/apartment, and he takes care of them as if they were his children. There isn't a day when there isn't a bouquet of flowers sitting on the dinner table.

- if you're allergic to pollen, though, he'll make sure to buy plants, not flowers, like China Dolls or aloe vera or cactuses, whichever you like best 🤭

- he LOVES reading!! Whenever you come downstairs, you'll see him reading, and if you're interested, he'll recommend it or books like it. He does wear reading glasses and he looks really hot in them but don't tell him I said that

- he probably takes forty-minute showers, and the shower is chock-full of hair products. 2-in-1 shampoo?? Zhongli's never heard of it. He may be (nearly) broke, but he takes care of his hair.

- tbh I think he likes to bake bread. Idk if COVID is a thing in the modern au, but if it is, then he was probably one of the people that searched up 'how to make banana/sourdough bread' and fell in love with making it...

- I like to think that he has a nice and neat schedule for each day, and his sleep schedule specifically is so freakin amazing. He goes to sleep at around 9-10, and wakes up at 6am sharp 😭

diluc

- he also likes tea before bed (and any other time of day really). He loves the different scents of the tea and it calms him a lot, so be prepared for a ton of afternoon tea parties with him :D

- ok so we know that Diluc is super rich and stuff but let's just pretend that he roomed w you to save money-

- he works out. A lot. Usually in the morning and around 8pm, and he always goes to this super fancy private gym or whatever.

- and he KNOWS that you go 'ooga booga man titties' mode whenever you see his chest so that bastard is almost always shirtless

- "Diluc why are u shirtless??" "It's hot in here" "...it's like 65 degrees. How tf are you hot"

- no but he's nice though, don't get me wrong. He'll help you do stuff around the house that you can't and he always seems to be there to help. Can't reach something? Diluc's there. Can't open something because it's too heavy? Diluc's got you.

- he'll do chores, just not very well. Can't do the dishes manually at ALL, and if you do have a dishwasher (which he buys on the third day if you don't), he will fall to his knees and thank the gods.

- he has a 10-step skincare routine. His skin is flawless and you are a little jealous, but if you really want to use some of his products, he won't mind :)

- he can cook (but not desserts/pastries lmao). He's super good with the grill, if you want grilled meat or fish or veggies or anything, really. But if you don't want it grilled, he's just as happy to make it using another method!!

- super good at board games, he's especially amazing at monopoly. Nobody can beat him, and he's proud of it >:)

- you've never been in his room for some reason, but you expect that it's very modern and monochrome, with hints of red (obvi).

- he usually has kinda red eyes in the morning, though, and when you asked about it he said that he likes going for night drives, but you were a little suspicious

- you stayed awake one night and you could hear him exit, but no car noises 🤔 you still wonder on what's he's doing so late almost every single night...

- also speaking about cars, the neighbors are always shocked that there's a lamborghini parked outside of your residence (house, apt building, what have you) lmao

- they're always like "do you have a rich bf?? Who is he??" and you're like "nah he's just my roommate :D"

albedo

- this man!!! He's so big brain!!!

- he'll definitely help you with studying for literally anything. Computer science? He got you covered. Bio? Sign him up. Hell, even art? He's super good at it so he won't mind teaching you!

- but when I tell you that he consumes a lot of coffee, it's a LOT. Like 4-5 cups a day. You wonder how, and even if, he sleeps.

- he makes really good coffee too! He bought one of those super cool ones and the coffee he makes is legendary. No wonder he drinks it so often!!

- he barely eats simply because he has so much work, and you essentially have to force him to come downstairs. You make him eat lunch and dinner, and occasionally breakfast if he can. He's super grateful for it, because he sometimes doesn't realize his hunger until he sits down at the table and his stomach growls like a bear-

- he loves classical music, especially Debussy, and it's always playing in his room. You started warming up to it, actually, and now whenever you hear Debussy, you think of Albedo.

- speaking of his room, it's... kinda messy, actually. Think paper and pencils and eraser shavings everywhere. He does clean it up like two times a month, but the papers always reappear within a couple days.

- he really likes art, and he'll hang some of his faves around the house/apartment :) it honestly makes the whole space feel cozier

- does his chores VERY last-minute, but he feels bad about it. You always tell him that it's nothing to worry about, that he still does them, but he insists on trying his best to do them earlier, which you appreciate :D

- he actually uses you as an art reference sometimes, only if you're free for an hour though. He doesn't like paying for models to come in and pose so he saves money by asking you... or at least that's what he says 👀

- your main bonding time is when you go in his room (or vice-versa) and just chill. He likes your company more than he'd like to admit, and you sometimes catch him staring at you from across the room when you're laying on his barely-used bed.

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note : sorry if some characters are a little ooc 😭😭 I'm not too good at writing Diluc n Scara so... OH ALSO I would've included Ayato too but I feel like hes not really the type of person to room w someone (well bc he would def flaunt his wealth by buying a private mansion or smth)

[drchenquill]

Foliè - Chapter 21

The after

Leaning against a wall, I watched the now no longer dead man as he looked at himself in my mirror for the past hour. I had invited him into my temple. It was spacious, at least for one person. When you entered, you found yourself in a hall that could accommodate at least twenty people.

The walls were decorated with grotesque drawings of me, or rather, of what people thought represented me. They knew what I looked like because I had shown myself to them, but they had to exaggerate, so much so that they often drew me foaming at the mouth as if I had rabies. Well, rabies was something I had invented, but it was in bad taste to portray me in such a way. At the end of the hall was an altar where offerings were often made. They slaughtered rabid animals with the idea that I liked it. I was never present at the sacrifices, I didn't want to assist such things, but I couldn't forbid them because I wanted them to continue visiting me. In retrospect, I realized that the main reason for many of my actions was loneliness. I was spreading misery because loneliness had filled me with anger. But since I had made that little swap, loneliness was a distant memory. “It's been so long since I've had that pretty face in front of me.” Said the now clearly alive man as he looked at his face sideways. Behind the hall was a small room they had built for me to retreat to. There wasn't much in it, as I didn't need much as a deity. The mirror he was standing in front of was a gift from when I once helped a young man take revenge on his superior. Since I didn't need sleep, I didn't have a bed at my disposal. On the floor was a large carpet decorated with a drawing that had faded over the years and was now covered in dust. There was no window, just a large candlestick next to the mirror. “God I missed me.” With that sentence, I couldn't help but laugh softly. I pushed myself away from the wall and stepped closer so that I too could get a better look at him. I couldn't lie, he was handsome, but not because of his beautiful gray-green eyes or his soft hair. Nor was his shiny skin the reason for his good looks. He looked alive. That was it. He was alive, no longer the walking corpse I'd had in front of me until now.

My hand moved of its own accord and my fingers stroked the back of his neck.

Warm.

His skin was warm under my fingertips. Is this what a living person felt like? My fingers wandered and buried themselves in his hair. I lost myself in the feeling and didn't notice the rosy color in his cheeks as he looked at me through the mirror.

He cleared his throat and I pulled back.

His hand stroked the place where my fingers had recently been.

“So... what now? I mean, everything's settled. What's next?” he asked me. What next? I didn't know. I was immortal, I was madness, but I was not omniscient. I didn't know the future and I certainly didn't know his thoughts. What did he want?

“I doubt you want to go far from this temple and I have nowhere to go. The village I come from would not be eager for my return.”

He was right. We both had nowhere to go, we just existed, I because I was what I was, he because he was probably not well regarded. I was about to ask him what was on his mind when his eyes widened. What was going on? What had crossed his mind? My thoughts fell silent as he explained the reason for his sudden panic.

“That girl whose body you used, is she gone already?”

Confused and slightly irritated that he mentioned her, I nodded. “Yes, she disappeared as soon as we were back in our own bodies.” She wasn't part of the story anymore, why did he bring her up? I wanted to forget her, I wanted to forget what a monster I was. I crossed my arms again and tilted my head. “Why do you ask?” He gave a forced smile as if to soothe his next words.

“Didn't you bring down an entire village with her body?”

The world fell silent as reality hit me like a slap in the face. I had used her body to destroy a village. But she had known about it, she had been there. There was no way she was stupid enough to go back there. Was she?

“Do you really think she went back there?” I asked him, hoping to hear a ‘no’, but instead he just shrugged. That wasn't the answer I wanted. “She can't be that stupid,” I said louder than I intended. He put his hands up and explained, “I don't know, but one thing's for sure, she's blinded by joy, so there's a chance she just went home for the sheer joy of getting her body back.”

“And that village is her home.” I finished his sentence and stroked my now tired face. Why couldn't I get any rest now that I had hoped everything was settled? I tried to be optimistic, but it was difficult. Now I had to save a girl from arrest and very likely execution that I had never wanted to see again. I wanted to close this part of my life, forget it, bury it, but no, fate had other ideas. I had resolved to stop seeing people in a bad light, but they didn't make it easy for me when they did such stupid things.

“What should we do? Should we go and see?” he asked uncertainly.

With a sigh, I stepped out of the room. He followed silently and stepped out of the temple with me. Outside, I felt the pure air flowing through my lungs. I closed my eyes. As much as I didn't want to go and leave her in misery, I couldn't ignore the fact that I met him thanks to her. Thanks to her, I got to know myself again through him. Thanks to him, I found out that my life didn't have to be filled with loneliness, and I hadn't been able to experience that without her.

I turned to him and held out my hand. He took it and smiled bemusedly. “I take it you've made up your mind.” I nodded and pulled him slightly closer.

“We're going to go save her ass.”

He laughed slightly in surprise, which made me raise an eyebrow. “Why are you laughing?”

“Because you've changed, little mouse.”

My heart pounded out of my chest and my cheeks heated up. Little mouse, he had called me little mouse again. I smiled softly and pulled him close to me.

“Okay, it looks like you're stronger than I expected.” he said with a laugh as he wrapped an arm around my waist. I couldn't help but grin as I said, “That's nothing yet. Do you feel like traveling like a deity?”

Despite the smile, I saw panic in his eyes. “I would like to travel like a human, thank you very much. On foot, just on foot.”

I shook my head and held him close to me to keep him from slipping out of my grasp.

“Little mouse, I mean it, I want-” his words melted into the wind as I dashed through the forest at superhuman speed without warning. His grip on me was painfully tight and his screams deafening, but I couldn't dwell on it.

I had a young woman to save.

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chapter 20/ chapter 22

Foliè tag list: @theink-stainedfolk , @frostedlemonwriter , @leahnardo-da-veggie , @rivenantiqnerd , @thecomfywriter , @fablesandfragments

[lostonehero]

Fuck it

Werewolf Martin

Martin knew he was fucked, it's been a week since he's been trapped in this damn apartment by this worm woman. He might of fucked up even more when he finally noticed his calender. This was so stupid that he prepared for this, but it was a freaky worm creature. He growls low and haunting. The sun was going down soon, and his landlord won't be happy in the slightest. What about the other people here. He especially got this place because it was cheap and nobody cared who came and went.

"L-look, please leave me a-alone." Martin pressed himself against his front door bracing against the thumps. "It's almost sunset."

He heard a mocking laugh. "Afraid of the dark? Listen to our sweet song, let it consume you join us, Martin."

Martin groaned. That isn't what he meant at all, but should he feel bad about what he was going to do? He didn't have control when he was hungry and he was trapped and this door won't hold him. He had two hours to convince this creature to leave, and he didn't exactly have his phone to call for help.

Time moved quickly after he finally made his decision. He could come up with a cover story. He's done it before, and hell, his mom never figured out what happened to him as a teen. He will have to get new clothes and explain the weight loss but fuck it.

"L-ast!" Martin was never good at counting his time as his words are cut off with a growling scream. Bones shifting and cracking fur covering his body. Then it's too quiet, and the thumping against the door seemed to laugh and get more violent until....

A loud blood curling howl and the door were broken into splinters. The worms did nothing to the giant wolf creature with red fur with streaks of black. The wolf growled and gave no warning when it charged and bit into the hive of a woman. Blood rot and worms were sprayed. The wolf bared its teeth and ran out of the complex.

.......

"Any news on Martin?" Sasha hums, looking over Tim, who was scrolling through his phone.

"Not since the beginning of the week." Tim shrugs. "I know double boss gave him sick leave even if he told us through text."

"I'm worried about the big guy he- " Sasha is cut off by stomping feet and gasping breath.

"I'm - I'm uh back." It was Martin. The man seemed to loom over them more so than normal his soft curves seemed to be replaced with muscular angles. His red hair was a mess on the top of his head, and his clothes seemed to hang on him. "Sorry I didn't mean to be gone so long."

"Geez Marto, you alright." Tim looks at him with wide eyes. "Some stomach bug you had looked at you."

Sasha gasps and gets up. "Martin, you look pale. Are you alright? You shouldn't come back if you are still sick."

Did Jane use his phone? Probably Martin sighs he needed a lie or half truth. "There was a massive break in at my flat, and it seems they used wild animals. The police are still investigating, and uh, I didn't just want to stay there while they investigate. A lot of stuff was ruined, nothing stolen. I don't think but I need a new door."

"Fucking hell Martin why come into work?" Tim stared at the taller man with a open mouth.

"They uh broke my phone so I couldn't explain to Elias what happened." Martin looked away with a blush.

"Jesus Martin." Sasha sighs. "Come on I'll come with you to explain things to Elias and then Jon."

"Oh, uh, thank you." Martin gives a nervous smile. "It's just been hectic."

"Oh sweetie, how about we make some tea after." Sasha hums. "Tim can pay for drinks later."

"I did not agree to anything!" Tim huffs but has a smile on his lips. "Glad to have ya back, big guy."

Martin's face was as red as his hair. "You guys thank you."

.......

Elias looked up from his desk and raised his brow in slight confusion, which isn't his normal Forte. "Martin, what a lovely surprise are you feeling better?"

Martin shifted and swallowed he wasn't nervous around his boss he kind of had the instinct to intimate him. Not that he would he needs this job and heaven forbid he finds out he lied. "Yeah, I was sick, and uh, then my flat was broken into with animals, and uh, I don't exactly have a phone at the moment." He recalls picking out broken pieces of his phone in his mouth the next morning.

Elias had that confused expression on his face, but it quickly was covered up. "If you need more time off, I can give you..."

Martin quickly shook his head. "No, I uh sir I rather keep my mind off of that. I'll just get back to work then."

"Alright then. Just stay safe, Martin. we wouldn't want anything bad happening to you." Elias smiles and waves Martin out.

Martin sighs. "I think that went well."

"Come on, now we have to tell Jon." Sasha hums.

"Oh right yeah, tell Jon." Martin takes a breath. It's bad enough that he had a crush on his boss, but it's worse because his instincts agreed with him to the point where he couldn't exactly write off his feelings. He also knew Jon was a cat person, which didn't help him.

....

"Martin...." Jon narrowed his gaze to the taller man. He could see whatever sickness he had taken a heavy toll on the man. Then, to have a break in on top of that. Maybe he could let some of the unfortunate behaviors of the man go for the moment. "I am glad you've returned."

Martin gave a nervous smile. "Thank you sir uh Jon thank you, Jon." He shifts slightly. "Would you like a cup of tea?"

Jon nods his head. "I would like one, yes."

Martin nods and quickly exits.

Jon sighs and returns to his notes. He really shouldn't be so hard on the man, but it can't be helped.

......

They were fooling around while Jon, who rarely stepped out of his office, was out. Martin always did his best not to go to work or, at the very least, leave early on the nights of the full moon. He wasn't exactly lucky today, and maybe he was being a little aggressive when he was knocked into a wall. "Oh bloody hell."

"Oh fuck me." Tim gasps.

"Is that a tunnel?" Sasha stared at the Martin sized hole in the wall.

Martin groans he could see deep into the tunnels more so than the others, but he would never admit why to them. The smell hit him, and he knew that smell, but it was fresh, and his body didn't. No, his instincts screamed at him to follow it. "Guys, we shouldn't. Uh, we shouldn't be..."

"MARTIN!" Jon shouted, and Martin didn't flinch, and if they noticed, nobody said a word. "What the bloody hell... was....that...oh."

"Hey, so didn't know you had a spooky tunnel, boss man." Tim jokes, but everyone can see the curiosity in his eyes.

"That's supposed to be a solid wall." Jon mumbles, looking at Martin, who got up dusting himself off. Be nice, Jon. "Did you hit your head?"

"N-no. I'm fine but it's getting late and we shouldn't explore this now." Martin knew the sun wouldn't be down for another 3 hours, but he also knew he couldn't trust public transport to race against the night. He didn't grab Sasha fast enough when she stepped inside the tunnel.

"Properly spooky." Sasha chuckles using the flashlight on her phone. "Come on, we investigate this stuff all the time. Now we have one at our home base. A little urban exploration won't kill us." She bites her tongue, looking back at Tim.

Tim grabs a flashlight from his keychain. "I'm with Sasha. We are employees at the spooky place. Let's unearth some spooky secrets." He's already tugging Martin along. "Come on, big guy. You'll be our muscle." He jokes.

Jon follows the three. "I suppose I would like some hard evidence." He has a flashlight on his phone as well and follows them into the tunnels.

Martin somehow made his way to the front of the group and became the so-called guide. Against his sane mind, he was following that scent he picked up earlier, and he doesn't realize how long they've been in there.

"Hey Mateo, you sure you don't need a torch?" Tim was to his side.

"O-oh yours is fine enough." Martin internally groaned he forgot to look normal. He has pretty good night vision thanks to being that, along with other enhanced senses. Speaking of which, his hand perked out, grabbing the back of Jon's sweater. "Not that way." And as if on cue, the path seemed to shift, and a wall was in place of that open tunnel.

"Dude, are you like psychic?" Tim blinks. "How did you know?"

"....smelled wrong..." Martin mumbles.

Jon blinks. "How did a wall just move out of nowhere? What even are these tunnels?"

Sasha hums and points her light up, highlighting a name. "That's a familiar name."

"Robert smirk." Tim sighs. "That guy seems to be everywhere."

Martin barely glances at Tim's phone. It was getting too late, and he knew he couldn't turn back. It was too late to backtrack he really hoped he wouldn't hurt them. He jumps at a soft touch on his arm.

"Martin, relax." Jon sighs. "I wanted to thank you for not letting me get trapped."

Martin smiles softly, and Jon swore he could see a faint glow from the larger man's eyes. "O-of course Jon, we shouldn't split up."

Jon nods. "Right, you are Martin."

They continue forward, and that familair dread was settling in Martin's core. The smell was getting stronger, and he didn't know what the state of the body would be in. He didn't know if he would be in control when... he clutched his chest in pain and fell to his side. "Bloody fuck." He gasps. He was too late, and to his left, he saw an open room and that body he was tracking.

"Martin!?" Sasha shouted as her light traveled over, revealing the large room and the dead body. She gasps and drops her phone.

Jon stared wide-eyed at the body. He's never seen a dead body before, let alone one with eyes that shouldn't still be intact.

The color drained out of Tim's face. "Holy shit."

Martin stumbled to his feet again. "Guys...." He covered his mouth, and his legs gave out with a heavy crack. He was growling, trying his best to fight this, but he knew it was futile.

"Martin, come on, get up." Jon reached out and touched Martin's shoulder. "We have to we have to report this and... and..." He felt the bone shift under Martin's skin and another loud crack.

Three pairs of eyes trained on Martin as he seemed to grow. Flesh pulled at his shifting bones and muscle. His clothes were ripped one by one as his body changed to that of a massive inhuman sized wolf.

Sasha knew she should run. She knew she shouldn't stare. Her feet felt like they were cemented to the floor. Her friend, sweet clumsy Martin, was something that was only in fantasy novels and bad romance movies.

Tim swallowed. "Easy there Martin, please tell me you're still Martin." He stepped back to the hard back of the stone tunnel.

Jon stared at the impossible. His coworker, his bumbling idiot and the sweetest man he ever met was not human. Those haunting blue eyes remained the same as he skulked closer. "Martin...?"

Martin growled and stepped closer and closer till he looked down at Jon. His hot breath came down on the shorter man. He bared his teeth for a moment before taking a long sniff. Drool dripped from his maw, and in an instant, a large heavy paw came down then...

Jon yelped and screamed, then started to laugh. "Martin! No stop, stop!" Martin pinned him to the floor, licking his face. He tried to push the lumbering wolf away, but his hands sunk into the soft fur. "S-stop! Wait, my glasses! MARTIN!"

Martin stopped and sat back, his tail thumping against the stone floor.

Sasha couldn't stop herself she approached, careful to avoid Jon on the floor. She reached her hand out on the soft fur. "YOU'RE SO FLUFFY!" She giggles as Martin licks her, making her curly hair stand up straight. "Tim, come here now. Please feel how soft he is."

Tim slowly approaches and is assaulted with the wolf's tongue. "Hey, buy me dinner first." He chuckles and scratches between his ears when he lays down. "Look at you, sweetest thing in these tunnels."

Jon gets up, barely getting any drool off his face and sweater. At least he could see since his glasses weren't broken. "He's not dangerous?"

Martin rolls over to show his belly.

"Jon, that's the universal sign that a dog likes you." Sasha squeals, rubbing his belly. "It's so soft."

"Is he still in there?" Jon's question created enough tension the room grew silent except for the panting from Martin.

Tim frowns. "He should be alright if the myths are right in the morning. I mean...WHOA" Martin has flung Tim to his back and then grabbed Sasha and Jon to sit on his back. "Hey buddy..."

A loud growl shut up any other comments. Jon held on for his life as Martin began to run hard and fast. Sasha was laughing, and Tim giggled. They exited the tunnels into the starless sky.

"Woooo!" Sasha giggles. "We're free!"

Tim chuckles, gets down, and helps Sasha down as Jon falls into the mud. "Well, good news, he's friendly, but that doesn't answer anything about him being still in there."

Jon pulls himself to his feet and sighs. "I hope he's still in there. He would make a horrible assistant stuck like this." He reached out slowly, and Martin sat down and lowered his head for Jon. "I must admit I am thankful he is friendly."

"My flat accepts pets." Tim speaks up. "Hey, don't look at me like that! How else are we going to find out if he goes back to normal in the morning?"

"Tim has a point, and I don't know where we are at the moment." Jon frowns at the lock on his hand. "Stop your insistent licking."

Sasha looks around. "Wait, I know where we are, and we're actually right by Tim's flat." She points to the sign above them, and Tim hums in agreement.

"I suppose would it be too much to ask to use your shower?" Jon sighs covered in mud and wolf slobber.

Tim snickers. "You can use it, boss. You need it more than all of us. Actually, I would say Martin could use it, but he's way too big." He hums. "Follow me."

They walk for only 20 minutes till they reach Tim's flat. He luckily kept his keys on him and opened his door. It took a lot of coaxing from Jon to get Martin inside he seemed to like him the best. Now, after that hassle, everyone git cleaned, and Tim made a small dinner for everyone and gave Martin some ground beef.

Martin was curled up in the corner watching everyone.

Sasha broke the silence. "What if he doesn't turn back?"

"I can keep him here." Tim frowns. "But he should be back to normal, right? What if this was from that animal attack in his apartment complex?"

"It was a month ago, and it would line up with the full moon." Jon returns his gaze to Martin, who was staring at him. "I well if my knowledge on folktales is correct then when the sun breaks he should be back to normal. However, it's quite iffy on if he would remember any of this."

"I mean, at least it's not like twilight." Sasha tries to joke, but all of them were tired and had different looks of work on their features.

"We should head to bed." Tim shifts. "Jon, you can have the couch. Sasha, are you cool sharing my bed?"

Sasha nods. "Jon, scream if something happens."

Jon nods, accepting the blanket, and lays down on the soft couch. He watches Martin get up and walk close to him and lays down next to the couch, making it impossible for Jon to get up without alerting the wolf. "Right. Good night Martin."

........

Martin groans and stretches. He blinks, rubbing his eyes as sunlight spills into his vision. He cracks his back and sighs. He looks around. When did he end up inside? He doesn't recognize this place, and the last thing he could recall was that they were in the tunnels, and they found a body. Oh God, did he kill them? Wait, wait... there wasn't clothing in his teeth, and he didn't feel like he had to cough something like normal when he did eat something he wasn't supposed to. He brushed himself off of the nonexistent dirt. He was naked as normal after a full moon, but he didn't have any spare clothes this time, and he really didn't know where he was.

Jon swallows, staring at Martin. He knows for a fact the man hasn't seen him. He had no idea Martin was muscular, let alone like that. He wasn't normally the type to stare or even enjoy someone's naked form, but something felt different. He cleared his throat, grabbing Martin's attention as he sat up and held out the blanket.

Martin blinks. "OH BLOODY FUCKING HELL!" He shouts ripping the blanket from Jon then covers himself then his face dying from embarrassment.

The sound of heavy footsteps of someone running then a soft gasp. "Martin?" It was Sasha. "Martin, you're back to normal."

Tim rushed behind her. "Martin buddy, you're ok!"

Martin groans and hides under the blanket.

.......

A pair of sweatpants was the best Tim could do for Martin since Martin was the biggest out of all of them. "Are you ok?"

Martin sighs. "I mean, I'm fine. Thank you for the pants, though." He frowns as all eyes were on him. "I uh to make things clear I've been like this since I was a teenager."

"It wasn't the animal attack at your flat?" Jon raised his brow.

Martin shook his head. "I may have lied about who was the animal in the attack, and in my defense, Jane Prentiss was trapping me in my apartment with her worms. I warned her, and she laughed at me. I'm normally better at keeping track of this, but I mean things happened. I was puking up these silver worms for like a week, I mean, they were dead, but they made me sick. I also accidently ate my phone because I was picking that out of my teeth. I mean, I don't really remember anything that happens during the whole wolf out thing. I get flashes sometimes and maybe dreams, but that's about it. I think... no, I definitely killed her, but in my defense, she trapped me in my apartment for a week, used my phone, and tried to fill me with worms."

"That wasn't a stomach virus, but you looked so..." Tim trails off.

"It's a side effect if I don't eat properly. Do you have any idea how painful it is to turn, let alone how much calories you burn in the process? It's a lot. I mean, I've been dealing with this for a long time, and I don't tend to tell people because they look at me like I'm crazy or think I'm a furry." Martin throws his hands up. "I'm so sorry for whatever I did, I tried to get out of going into the tunnels because the full moon, but you guys dragged me along, and it was too late, and I uh... wait, how did we get out? Also, who was the dead body?"

"We rode you like a horse." Sasha chuckles. "And uh, right, the dead body. To be fair, you did turn into a giant wolf."

"I uh good, I'm glad I helped." Msrtin looks down. "Please, I uh, please don't tell anyone."

"For a price." Tim smiles.

Martin shrinks back. "A price?"

"Yeah, you have to let at least one of us watch you." Tim smiles wider. "Just to keep you out of trouble."

"I would, but uh, I already have someone who helps me." Martin flinched as Sasha slams her hands on the able.

"Who!" Sasha shouts.

Jon thinned his lips as he felt something at the edges of his mind that he refused to acknowledge as jealousy. "It would be helpful to know who else knows." He tried his best to sound kind and not annoyed.

Martin rubs his arm. "An old friend of mine from high school kind of. Her name is Joan she's very kind and has a lot of land that's a forest she lets me roam in. She keeps to herself and doesn't like strangers."

"Oh well, you have to introduce us." Jon hums.

"That will be difficult she really is only up at night. I should probably tell her I'm ok...wait I left my phone on my desk." Martin groans.

Tim chuckles. "We'll be there regardless. You can pick it up then."

"You're right." Martin sighs. "I think I have spare clothes there."

"Why?" Sasha raised her brow.

"Uhhhh, so I prepared for the worst-case scenario wherever I work. I'm a little paranoid." Martin looks away.

"That's actually really good." Jon smiles. "It's good to be prepared."

Martin's face lights up.

[endiecutieo6]

-Gorebruary 2023-

Week 3

Let’s just go-

Day 15/Ritual: self harm, blood, satanic/religious imagery, mild nudity

Day 16/Sewn Together: stitches, mild blood

Day 17/Holy imagery: Religious imagery, heavy themes of suicide, mild body horror, visible self harm, mild nudity

Day 18/Starved: Blood, mild body horror, depictions of a dead animal

Day 19/Trapped: Lots of blood, mild body horror, stitches, barbed wire

Day 20/“Anything for you”: Lots of blood, organs, satanic themes

Day 21/Wonderland/ Blood, mild body horror, eye strain

“Desperation really did drive people mad, didn't it?

He guessed that it wasn't really his place to say, and he couldn't find it within him to actually care- or find it within him to feel anything.

Was this going to really work? Well, he didn't really know.

Was he going to try anyway? Yes, yes, yes.

As he shrugged the smooth, silky fabric from his shoulders, he came to a strange realization; he never really loved Martha, but he loved the idea of a family, and he really didn't need her to have one.

This wasn't for Martha; this was for his dear little Annecy.”

PN: I’m both happy and unhappy with how this came out. The colors are nice and the shading on the fabric is perfect, but the proportions are a bit iffy and the background was done super quickly because I was running out of time. It’s a solid piece on its own, I’ll give it that.

“There, now you’ll understand that when I make a threat, I mean it. Enjoy staying like this until I’m done! When will I be done? Who knows! Have fun!”

PN: Hate this one, hate everything about it. I hate the story, the art, the proportions, and the background. There’s not one single bit of this piece that I like.

“Luke 15:18; 18:13

Father, I have sinned against you and am not worthy to be called your son.

Be merciful to me, a sinner.

Father of mercy, like the prodigal son

I return to you and say:

“I have sinned against you and am no longer worthy to be called your son”

Christ Jesus, savior of the world,

I pray with the repentant thief to whom you promised paradise:

“Lord, remember me in your kingdom”

Holy Spirit, fountain of love,

I call on you with trust:

“Purify my heart, and help me walk as a child of the light”

PN: I wish I had more to say on this piece, but I just don’t remember what I’d had in mind. I wonder if redrawing it would make me remember.

“Red, all he could see was red. A metallic tang stung his mouth, and something was in his hands. It felt soft, but something else was digging into his fingers. It felt like small… shards?

What had he been doing?

He'd-he'd been at the window! He was feeling… homesick? No, but something similar. He’d just wanted to take a look outside. It had been such a nice day. It was so nice that he opened the window for some fresh air. It felt so stuffy in his room, he needed something fresh.

Then, a large bird landed on his window sill. It was brownish, and far too large to be a normal bird. It stared at him with those big, delectable eyes and.. and…

Why was he so fucking hungry?

He couldn't remember the last time he ate. His stomach seemed to twist and rumble, and he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so fucking hungry. Even though he was chewing on some meat, coughing out some feathers, he still felt…

No.

NONONONONO-

His vision blurs, and he realizes that he's crying. His heart was pounding out of his chest, and the static sound in his head was getting louder and louder by the second He couldn't think, and he just couldn't stop chewing-

Someone knocked on the door.

He was so, so hungry.”

PN: Sorry Eli, I made Freddy eat your bird. Yeah I don’t like this piece all too much but it’s whatever. I’d probably remake it entirely if I wanted to.

“I had that dream again.

Just like last time, I was nude, tied to a metal bed frame, bleeding and in so much pain. Barbed wire was digging into my skin, wrapped around my fingers, neck, arms and legs, and I couldn’t move. If I tried to move my hands, it would sink deeper into my neck, and more blood would come pouring from my mouth, almost endlessly.

But, something was different. My chest ached but also felt hollow. I only noticed this once I felt something writhing in there, pressing against my ribs and grabbing at my stomach, yet never hurting me. I tried to look down, but my eyes wouldn’t cooperate, staying rolled up and looking at the rusty, decaying ceiling.

I still can’t describe the room all that well, considering I can hardly even see it. I can tell by the way it echoes the dripping of my blood to the floor that it's a very big, but empty room. I seem to be strung to the ceiling, almost akin to an art piece on display. But why? Why am I in this situation? Is this some sort of punishment?

If it is, I'm not all that surprised.

Unexpectedly, I heard footsteps. It sounded like boots clunking against rotting metal, and it was rapidly approaching. But, before they opened the door, I woke up.

I don't know if it's my mind playing tricks on me, but my neck and wrists feel so sore and look red. It must just be a strange rash, probably caused by stress. Nothing I can't handle.

Admittedly, I feel almost haunted by that dream. I woke up at about 4 in the morning, and I haven't been able to sleep since. I just can't seem to shake off how real it felt, as if I was really there, and I can't help but wonder: is this a warning of some kind?”

PN: in sharp contrast to how I feel on the rest of these pieces, I LOVE THIS ONE. The grunge, the colors, the background, everything about it is so good. I wanted a silent hill and I managed to get it. I love that piece so much I just. Also, I just checked the og Instagram description and apparently I’d straight up abandoned the original sketch for this prompt because I’d been watching silent hill videos. I’m gonna post the sketches themselves afterward I’ve posted all of these so you’ll see what the og one was!

“Happy 6th birthday, my dearest little Annecy!”

“Woah! That’s so much food! I haven’t had this much in years! Thank you daddy, thank you so much!”

“Oh, it’s nothing, sweetie. I only wish to give you the best.”

“I know- oh this tastes so good! But I have question”

“Oh? What is it?”

“So… you mentioned that Mommy had a daughter before me- Lisa, I think?”

“Um- yes, she- she did.”

“Where did she go?”

“She left Lisa behind to be with her father, but then he burned himself alive and she- I think she was sent to the orphanage? I lost track of her a while back.”

“Can you find her?”

“Oh, you know I can dear. May I ask why your so curious about her?”

“I- I want a sister! I promise I won’t bite her or eat her or force her to eat anything! I mean, we’re actually sisters, so she should live here! Oh please please please-“

“Annecy, you know I can’t say no to you, especially on your birthday”

“So you’ll find her?”

“Yes my dear, anything for you”

PN: I’m very iffy about this one. I only really like the background. If I redrew this, I’d just take the background from the og image. Work smarter not harder. Also this is a follow up to ritual.

“Would you like a cup of tea? Or maybe just half a cup?”

PN: I like this one, would probs redraw or make into a sticker or something idk

Anyways see you guys in an indeterminate amount of days later bye-