#it can be literally anyone and my eyes dilate and i'm like “!!!!!”

[dee-writes-anime]

Flight Response

FEATURING Keigo 'Hawks' Takami x Reader

SUMMARY when Hawks crashes into your apartment mid-rut, desperate and trembling with need, you’re the only one he can turn to.

CONTENT WARNINGS NSFW, smut, breeding kink, possessiveness, overstimulation, creampie kink, cockwarming, sleepy praise, wing kink, cum play, begging, rut instincts (hawks is still a bird), oral (f receiving), dirty talk, mild dubcon due to rut state (consensual but hazy), fluid play, tongue kink, slight body worship, knotting kink-esque vibe (non-literal)

AUTHORS NOTE the demons won (are we really that shocked?). I'm still on my feral hawks bullshit. I would say I'm sorry... but I'm not 😼

You weren’t expecting anyone. Your apartment was quiet, lights low, the spring breeze floating in through the cracked window—cooling your skin after a long, ordinary day.

And then… that knock. Frantic. Sharp. Followed by a low, gravelly voice.

"Please—open the door."

You froze.

You knew that voice. You’d know it anywhere. But you’d never heard it like this—hoarse, breathless, raw.

When you opened the door, Keigo was already leaning into the frame, his forehead damp with sweat, golden eyes glassy and half-lidded like he hadn’t slept in days.

"Fuck," he breathed the second he saw you. His wings shivered behind him, twitching and drawn in tight, too tight. "You’re—fuck, you smell so good—please."

Your voice barely came out. "Keigo, what—what’s wrong with you?"

He didn’t answer at first. He just stumbled inside and kicked the door shut behind him with one booted foot. His body heat hit you instantly—he was burning up.

"Rut," he gasped. "It’s—it started early. I—I didn’t want to bother you but—" His pupils dilated, dragging slowly over the shape of you, chest heaving. "Couldn’t go anywhere else. Smelled you and—shit, please, help me—I can’t think straight—feels like I’m dying."

His wings flared and then trembled.

"Keigo—"

"I’ll be good," he begged, dropping to his knees so suddenly it startled you. His forehead pressed to your belly, panting like a man starved. "I’ll be so good, please—just let me have you. Just once. One taste. You don’t even have to do anything—please, please, please—"

You cupped his face. "God, Keigo—you’re shaking."

He moaned into your skin, rubbing his cheek along your thigh like he couldn’t get close enough. "It hurts, baby. I need you—I need your body—want your scent all over me—need to feel you under me—inside you—fuck, I need to fill you—"

Your breath caught. "Y-you mean…"

"I want to breed you," he growled, voice cracking. "Want to fuck you full and keep you there—over and over—‘til it sticks."

The heat between your legs surged. You should’ve told him no. You should have pushed him off.

But instead, you whispered, "Okay."

He froze.

Then: "You’re serious?"

"…Yeah."

"F-fuck—fuck," he groaned as he kissed up your inner thighs with open-mouthed, shaking need, licking at the heat between them through your panties before ripping them off—no warning.

Tongue immediately on your pussy, licking broad, desperate strokes, nose pressed against your clit. He moaned like it hurt to finally have what he wanted, like your taste was divine relief after hours of hell.

His tongue was hot and wet and deep, swirling inside you, pulling sounds from your throat you didn’t even know you could make.

He didn’t speak. Didn’t stop to praise you. Just ate. Loud, messy, obscene. Like a man trying to drink from a faucet on full blast—slurping your slick like it was the only thing that could soothe the fire in his veins.

When you came, he didn’t stop.

If anything, he got worse.

His tongue pressed even deeper, now with three fingers thrusting up into your pussy, crooking until you cried out, tears dotting your lashes. And even then—even then—he whined when he pulled away.

"Need to be inside you," he begged. "Now—fuck, now, baby, please—fuck me, milk me dry—I can’t—need your cunt, need it wrapped around me—tight and wet and hot—fuckfuckfuck—"

He stripped in seconds. You barely had time to blink before he was pulling you down onto the floor, lips crashing into yours. You tasted yourself on his tongue—he didn't care. He kissed you with teeth, with moans, with desperate gasps.

Then he grabbed his cock—thick, leaking, red at the tip—and rubbed it through your folds with trembling hands.

"Fuck, you’re wet—fuck, you’re soaked—this for me?"

You couldn’t speak. Just nodded.

He didn’t ease in.

He split you.

One long, slow thrust, and he bottomed out, forehead against yours, both of you breathless.

You weren’t sure who moaned louder.

His wings slammed against the wall behind him, feathers falling around you both like ash.

You clenched around him, and his whole body shuddered.

"Fuck—fuck, do that again," he growled.

You did—and he lost it.

He started moving, hard and deep, rhythm erratic, hips slamming into yours with animalistic force. The sound of skin on skin, the squelch of your soaked cunt dragging him back in, the filthy panting of his voice—it was overwhelming.

He was fucking you like he owned you.

His head dropped to your neck, teeth grazing skin.

"Need to mark you," he gasped. "Need you to smell like me—mine, mine, mine—"

He bit you. Just enough to sting. Enough to leave a bruise.

"You feel s-so good—tight little pussy—squeezing me like you want it—"

"I do—Keigo, fuck—"

"That’s right. Say my name while I fuck a baby into you—gonna fill you up—gonna breed you like you were made for me—"

His cock twitched. His thrusts got sloppy, desperate. He pulled you flush against his chest, legs wrapped around his waist, wings fluttering wildly.

"Gonna cum," he warned, voice wrecked. "Gonna cum so deep, baby—gonna fucking ruin you."

You came again, spasming around him—and that broke him.

He buried himself to the hilt and came with a guttural, broken sound—cock pulsing inside you, rope after thick rope of cum flooding your womb.

He didn’t pull out.

He stayed buried.

"Gotta make it take," he whispered into your neck. "Gotta keep it in. Gotta stay inside you. Please let me stay."

You nodded, limp, trembling.

He held you close, wings wrapping you both in warmth.

"…You’re not gonna kick me out, right?" he asked, quieter now. Almost scared. "I—I wanna keep going. Wanna keep filling you. Again. Again—until it sticks. Until you’re mine."

Your fingers slid through his damp hair.

"…Then don’t stop."

His head snapped up.

And the look in his eyes—feral, grateful, possessive, full of love and lust—made you wonder if you were ever going to get up off the floor again.

Sunlight creeps in.

It slips across your eyelids with quiet fingers, warm and gentle, pulling you from a sleep so heavy you might’ve drowned in it. Your body aches—slow and deep, like you ran a marathon with every muscle in your core and legs.

Or, more accurately, got fucked into the floor by a rutting pro hero who couldn’t stop saying your name.

Your lips are dry. Your thighs are sticky. There’s something warm and solid cradling your back—and when you shift slightly, trying to get your bearings, you feel it:

He hasn’t moved.

Still wrapped around you, pressed up behind you with that same insatiable heat.

The room is hot and quiet, except for the sound of Keigo’s ragged breathing and the soft rustle of feathers as his wings stretch and twitch beside you.

His body is draped over yours, heavy, golden hair sticking to your collarbone, his thigh wedged between yours like he can’t let go. You shift again—your body sore, oversensitive.

He groans quietly, hand slipping down between your thighs.

"Sorry," he murmurs. "I just… can’t stop thinking about you. Still smell like me. Still so soft and warm."

His fingers are tender but greedy, ghosting over your folds, gathering the mess he left behind.

"You made me feel so good," he says, pressing wet kisses to your shoulder, the shell of your ear. "Wanna return the favor. Wanna worship you right."

You gasp as his fingers slide up, gentle circles over your clit.

No thrusting. No rut-fueled madness.

Just slow, reverent touch.

He kisses down your spine, shifts you onto your back, and makes his way lower. Down your stomach. Down your thighs.

You part them for him without a word.

He hums, eyes half-lidded and greedy as he licks a long, slow stripe through your folds. "Still taste like heaven."

And then—he feasts.

Not the wild, mindless eating from last night. This is something else entirely. Controlled. Focused.

Tongue dragging slow, sinful circles around your clit. Sucking it between his lips. Letting go with a pop only to moan softly against you. Fingers dancing around your entrance but never slipping inside—just teasing, stroking, caressing your inner thighs while his mouth works you over.

You’re trembling in minutes.

He holds your hips down gently, whispering, "That’s it, baby. Let me take care of you. Let me feel you fall apart."

And you do.

You come with a soft, broken cry, legs shaking around his head.

But he doesn’t stop.

He licks you through it. Again. And again.

Two more times before you’re breathless and boneless, tears slipping down your cheeks.

He finally crawls up and kisses them away, nestling you against his chest.

"I’ll run you a bath in a sec," he murmurs. "Clean you up. Bring you breakfast. I even picked up all the feathers. I think. Mostly."

You blink. "You stayed?"

He pauses. Just a moment.

"…Of course I did."

You glance over your shoulder. He’s looking at you like you hung the sun.

"I mean," he says quietly, "I know it was rut-crazy, but—I didn’t just come here because of that. I came here because it was you."

"…Keigo…"

"I tried to go somewhere else," he admits, "but my wings wouldn’t take me. My body kept dragging me toward you. Not just my cock—like, me. All of me."

You turn in his arms—wincing a little—and cup his cheek.

He leans into it immediately, like he’s starved for your touch.

"I’m sorry if I crossed a line," he whispers. "I should’ve told you how I felt before I showed up feral and begged to cum inside you like ten times. But I couldn’t—I didn’t know if I’d ruin everything. You’re my best friend, and I was scared—"

You shut him up with a kiss.

He melts into it. Instantly. Groaning low, hands gripping your hips like he’s afraid you’ll vanish.

"I like you too, dumbass," you whisper against his lips. "Even before you broke my pelvis."

He laughs, eyes glinting with a watery edge. "Yeah?"

You nod, smiling.

His arms wrap around you again, dragging you closer—slow, protective, reverent. You’re both sweaty, messy, half-broken and sore, but when he looks at you now, it’s with everything he didn’t say last night.

"I’m yours," he says softly. "If you’ll have me."

Your heart skips.

"I already do."

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Hi genuine question why do you believe Ivan’s feelings weren’t unrequited especially after the portrayal of their relationship in Karma? I love the ship but to me it always felt like it was one that could only work in different circumstances

Hi!! I'm glad that you asked, and I'll be happy to explain. If my explanation isn't satisfying, clear, or if an argument doesn't clearly stand, I encourage responses and questions too!

Is IvanTill unrequited?

-> Unrequited means that the relationship and love is one sided, and I understand why some may think so after heart scene in Karma. Ivan is literally shoving his love down till's throat, how can anyone say that it's mutual?

Firstly, I believe that we've been given many things that Till does like Ivan back, and I'll get to them soon enough.

But know this: Till's feelings are more implied than blatantly shown.

The problem in the relationship isn't that Till doesn't like Ivan back, it's that Till doesn't understand Ivan's feelings.

He doesn't understand Ivan at all.

We've seen many instances where Ivan gets violent, rough, and rude, only to follow it with gentleness and care.

-> Does Ivan like, or hate him? Till expresses his confusion in his own solo, ''Mi Vida Loca'', which was meant for Mizi (on the surface) and Ivan (internally). Precisely, during the chorus, the line, ''Don't you hate me?'' expresses his confusion.

There's also a certain instance in round 6 where Ivan wipes some blood off of Till's cut on his cheek, and till was about to snap at him until he realizes it was Ivan (gentleness), and then Ivan licks the blood (violence).

-> In addition, let's even talk about THAT scene in Karma.

Till is writhing underneath him, Ivan is trying to give him something gentle (love) with violence that Till doesn't understand, just like in the kiss scene during round 6, he's more confused than hurt, angered, or disgusted. He's distressed.

-> I think that their relationship portrays more a two-sided rejection. Of themselves, of each other, and of their love. They don't know how to communicate, and that ends up feeding Ivan's self-deprivation, and Till's fear and escapism.

Then again, Ivan wants a certain type of love that Till can't yet give, and vice versa. It's why I believe that it's more of 'unrealized romance' than unrequited.

There was potential, it could have happened, but it didn't.

It's Ivan that ends up shattering the heart, his teeth digging into the glass and letting the sharps explode between the two of them.

->Besides, if we squint, we can notice that as soon as Ivan shows Till his love, he immediately crushes it and paints it in a bad light before till gets even the chance to comprehend it.

''Yes, but that doesn't really show that Till likes Ivan?''

Sure, but now that we got out of the way that the tragedy isn't exactly the relationship being unrequited, but in the inability to properly understand and communicate their feelings, I think that we can move forward to that.

-> During Karma, once again, we can see in this particular instance that Till and Ivan are facing each other, yet Till is upside down, and that enforces my take on him being confused. If it was truly unrequited, I believe that he'd be facing away.

->Now, as for other instances, there are many details and comics I could cite.

Till's pupils dilating when Ivan pulls him forward during round 6

His photo card saying ''Hatred is easier than love''

Many small comics and small drawings during events where he was shown flustered, Ivan and mizi on each side of him, while asked ''which one do you like?''

Till not minding Ivan's clinginess, and we could go as far as to say that he welcomes it and expects it.

Till trying to draw Ivan's eye after round 6, or his own eyes reflecting Ivan's red pupils.

It's 2 in the morning, but I'd have written more arguments, but if this isn't enough or not convincing enough, I could try my best to make another analysis again. Thank you for the ask!!

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Oh, the Misery Part 6: “I’m here for You, Powder.”

Part 6

The Last Drop, the burdened building that has literal skeletons in its closet. A man was tending the empty bar. His simplistic but fun train of thought was cut off by a voice.

“Chuck!”

“Chuck”, gasped and turned around, his eyes quickly tracing the bar to a girl, Jinx. She was sitting at the counter playing with a blue Hextech crystal.

“Thieram. Uh... My name's Thieram.” He said, but Jinx smirked.

“Nice try, Chuck. What's all the hubbub?” She tilts her head, Chuck takes Jinx’s favorite cup out and pours into it, hand shaking.

“Uh. Boss wants us to grab someone up.” Chuck says, his eyes not able to meet Jinx’s who fiddles with her Hextech orb.

“Someone? Anyone? Who are you grabbing?” She asked

“Some girls and a guy. I mean, I mean not... I'm not grabbing the girls. Oh, other than the... those ones... I guess.”

“Focus. Who are they? Why wasn't I invited to the party?”

“Uh, I don't know. They... they got in a fight with Sevika. They did a number on her.”

“Oh really? Which number?” Jinx was an oddball, unhinged and her direct and sokehow indirect questions somehow.

“It's like a saying— but the person who fought her, someone said he had a metal arm.” Chuck said, Jinx’s fun attitude for a moment halts, his eyes dilated for a moment, and she quickly puts the mask back on. Disbelief filling her brain. he starts to explain to her, but Jinx decides to give him a biiiig hug.

“You're doing great, Chuck. Here, for your troubles.” She let him go and leaves with her cup. Chuck felt and heard the ticking and panicked, one of Jinx’s bombs was on his back. He panicked and thought his life was over. Only for it to explode with Pink Paint.

Deep in Zaun, (Y/n) was getting hauled up a cliff side to avoid Silco. Vi was carrying him as he attempted to stay on his feet. Caitlyn had her rifle, taking a more serious approach, staying in front of the two in case something or, someone.. were to intervene.

“Silco's goons aren't far behind. We have to keep moving.” Caitlyn turned around to them, Vi looked around and noticed the Neon sign.

“Is it still here?” Vi asked, “What?” Cait replied but Vi shook her head. “Never mind, just help me to the edge. We gotta get down there.” She said, Vi helps (Y/n) over to the ledge.

“Okay, Can you get down on your—“ Vi asked, (Y/n) didn’t hesitate and leapt. His metal arm jams into the wall and slides down. He leaped to a scaffold but missed the beam and tripped and rolled on the ground, hard. Cait looked a bit worried, Vi shook her head, angry. “Shit!” Vi leapt down after him, and Cait took a more cautious route.

As This happens, Sevika returns to Silco’s office after catching a generational ass kicking. She barged into the office, with the chair’s back facing the door.

“We lost them…” she said, and the figure who turned around wasn’t Silco. It was jinx.

“Lost who?” She said, Sevika stepped up to fight, but triggered a trip wire that filled the room with gas. Quickly losing consciousness, Sevika stumbled around as Jinx put on a gas mask, watching the lights in Sevika go out. She awakens, strapped to a chair. And Jinx sitting on the desk, smiling.

“I feel like you and I got off on the wrong… arm. Maybe we should try the other.” She said, with the simplest of threats.

“No need. It's your sister and brother. They’re back. And he’s looking for you.” Devils spoiled the surprise, that unhinged aura reverberated though Jinx.

“It's not what you think. He’s with some girl enforcer. Guess they replaced you.”

“You're lying!” Jinx was beside herself, deep unfiltered breaths.

“Why bother? With them back in town, it's only a matter of time before you implode and Silco finally gets the message that you're about as good for our cause as you were for your family…” Sevika pours salt into the wound, Jinx looks ready to cry, until she laughs and kicks sevika back.

“Ten outta ten, toots! I think I know just how to deliver that message…” Jinx spins Sevika around and a very uncomfortable smile was on Jinx’s face.

(Y/n) finally opens his eyes. Pain still in his side as he laid on the cold hard ground. His eyes are a haze but two figures are over him. Vi and Cait.

“Do You realize his dumb that was?” Cait says, and looked around. She noticed the lack of light but tents. Caitlyn saw the movement of, bodies somehow. Covered, their bodies malformed and ragged. The after effects of Shimmer.

“What is this place?” Cait was horrified at what this was, Vi walked up next to her.

“It's where the kind of people you topsiders don't want to think about, wind up. It was never this big, though.” She said, Vi turned around and pointed to an old house that stood under the scaffolding of a neon sign, “There.” She walked over and helped (Y/n). Up and walked him into the run down building, lacked any furniture or other equipment. Vi laid him against a wall, and on a crate. Vi knelt down, (Y/n) hasn’t made any joke of self deprecating humor. It’s serious. His breathing was more labored, strained. Cait watched Vi put pressure on the wound but it isn’t doing much.

“I know you have your reservations about me, but this only works if we can trust each other.” She said, “He’s going to die if we don’t—“

“It doesn't work. It never has. You topsiders always find a way to screw us.” Vi’s response was cold, the only thing they had in common was (Y/n), the glue holding their unstable team together.

“I suppose topside is to blame for all your misfortunes.” Cait says. Vi looked around her old home, and painted on drawings on the wall. Things powder did.

“No…Not all of them.” She replied, a look of guilt washed over her face. Caitlyn reached into her backpack and took out a rag and handed it to her.

“We aren't monsters, you know. We're people, just like you.” She tried to reach an understanding between them, but Vi still isn’t as trusting as (Y/n).

“You don't know anything about me…” Vi scoffed, but she took the rag and pressed it against his wound. (Y/n) opened his eyes, He blinked. He saw Vi but looking at Cait reminded him of, someone The soft, delicate features of a woman, emerged before him, her face illuminated with the gentle glow of memories long past. Her golden hair framed her face like sunlight breaking through clouds, and her familiar smile radiated warmth he hadn’t felt since childhood. The woman smiled at (Y/n) so warmly, Lost in a daze (Y/n) could only mutter one word.

“…Mom?” He whispered in his delusion. Vi was surprised, he almost never ever utters that word. Cait was slightly surprised by it. Vi put his hand on hers and leaned in. “Can you hear me? It’s gonna be okay.” Vi held on tight, Cait took a moment to step out of the building, mainly to check for anyone who knows they’re here. She stepped out for a moment, and a scraggly voice whispered.

“Is he all right?” Cait heard and turned around swiftly, rifle aimed at someone’s face, a man with glasses and the affliction of shimmer. He was a local to the last drop, a pair of cracked glasses.

“Wait, wait, wait! Easy. Easy. That's (Y/n) and Vi, right? I'm a friend. Or at least I was. I mean, I... I owed his old man my life. Probably more than that. I guess.” He explained, Cait slowly lowered her rifle, but kept her head on a swivel.

“He’s bleeding. He needs a doctor.” Sje said sternly. The man sighed

“Not so simple to come by around here. Oh, oh. But, ah, I do know someone else who might be able to help. Come with me.” He motions for her to follow though the decrepit undercity, and Cait follows with little choice left. They reach the end of the alley and to a shop. Barred off they await as a shadowing, massive figure creeps out of the dark, not human.

“Ailment?” The being asked. Its eyes lock onto Caitlyn who didn’t know how to respond at first.

“Uh... Uh... he’s been stabbed.” Cait said, the Shopkeeper snarled and crept into the darkness. Dark colors shine faintly in the light as beakers and bottles sound, shake, and echo.

“She makes potions. Helps people here with...with this.” The man revealed his face to Cait, the disfigured man man’s body was malformed due to the side effects of shimmer.

“Shimmer. Why would you take something that does that to you?”

“I just... wanted to feel what it was like...

To be somebody. To make other people afraid. Instead of—“ he wished to elaborate but the Shopkeeper was done. They crept to the barred window with the vial.

“Trade.” They spoke, Cait considered her options and didn’t have much in terms of value. Caitlyn used the only thing she had, she unloads her rifle and places it down on the counter as her trade. The shopkeeper growled and poured a drop of shimmer in the vial. It glows with a haunting aura and they trade. Cait takes the vial happily.

“Thank you, I really—“ the Shopkeeper slams the window shut, leaving Cait a bit shocked, but regardless.

“Let's go. I think Vi will be happy to see a friendly face.”

“No, no. You go ahead. They knew me when I was still...Anyway, I don't want them to see me like this. Just tell (Y/n).., uh, tell him I'm sorry. About everything, about his father..” the man crept back into the darkness, leaving Cait to consider much. She returned back to the house as (Y/n) was holding on, taking deep breaths. Vi opened his mouth and poured what the shopkeeper concocted. A surge of pain and unease washed over him, manic he sat up but felt Vi’s palms grip his cheekbones. His eyes locked with hers as he tried to catch his breath. “Easy, easy, easy. You’re okay.. look at me, you’re okay.” She reassured him as he regulated himself, he stood up, still a bit dazed.

“We needed you back on your feet. What was the name Sevika gave you? Jinx?”

“Yeah. No idea who though, Vi?” He asked, for a moment he saw a tinge of guilt in her eyes, but Vi shook her head. “No.”

“Then I guess we keep looking?” (Y/n) asked, feeling his body return to normal. They stepped outside and were caught, Vi’s eyes locked with Silco, who stood with a few of his goons.

“Vander's prodigy. I've regretted that we never had the opportunity to speak.” Silco kept his eye on Vi, as he hands a vial of Shimmer to the man who “Helped” Cait, rats.

“What have you done with my sister?” Vi stepped closer.

��I've freed her. Candidly, I thought you were the prize of your bundled family. But Jinx... Oh. She is more than I ever imagined.”

“I'm gonna find her and erase whatever fucked-up delusions you put in her head. But first, I'm gonna bring your bullshit empire down all around you.”

(Y/n) finally stepped out of the house, he and Silco are finally face to face. “The Child of Wonder..” Silco said with such sarcasm. It’s been years since they saw each other. (Y/n)’s older, grizzled, and now has a damaged eye, just like—

“Silco.” (Y/n) could only make out a growl. “I’m going to put you in the dirt.. with all the other maggots and worms!” he stormed over, but Silco stepped back.

“You don't know your limits, boy. It's what got Vander killed. What drove Powder away. And it's why I'm here right now.” Silco hands the shimmer to the people, and they consume. “The only good thing of this mess… your mother never had to see what your father became, a coward.” Silco’s words were the catalyst. (Y/n) aimed his arm in rage, his eyes locked dead on Silco, ready to kill him. For a moment, time slowed down and he had a choice, the shimmer victims were transforming and they wouldn’t survive a fight with them.

“One day.. I’m going to watch the light leave your eyes, but not today..”

(Y/n) aimed downward and fired. The shockwave impact causes a small quake on the earth. The shaking finally pushes the sign and scaffolding past the limit, and it falls, tipping towards Silco and his monsters. The trio use this to escape, rushing away to abound being crushed by the overwhelming force of the rubble. Climbing out of the Hell they created itself, Vi, Cait and (Y/n) try to recover on the cliffside. Vi looked up to the sky and something caught her eye, a blue flare flew into the sky. Vi knew what that meant, and rushed to the origin. “Vi? Vi!” (Y/n) stumbled up and gave chase, and So did Cait.

Rushing and leaping though Zaun and its rural inhabitants and residents made it a bit of a slog though it, but (Y/n) kept on Vi’s tail, trying to see just what has her so perplexed. It wasn’t until she hit a corner and he did a few second after that he saw it. In the middle of a tower, the one firing the Flare, powder. His eyes adjust to what he’s seeing and he slowly approached Vi and Powder. Vi lets go of her sister and Powder finally sees him.

“Powder?” He whispered, and walked over, his legs heavy but though sheer anxiety and will (Y/n) moved to her.

“Are.. are you real?” She asked, reaching out and touching his face. “Yeah, it’s me Munchkin.” He hugged powder and vi tightly. For a moment, it was real. He lets go and sighed, trying to hold back tears

“Powder, I’m so sorry I.. I should have been here, for you. For you two Vi I… it’s okay now, we have to get you—“ he starts, and Cait arrives, and all Hell broke loose. Powder immediately stepped back, Gatling gun in hand.

“Who's she?” She says. Vi and (Y/n) try to play the middle men.

“It's okay. She's a friend.” (Y/n) stepped a bit closer to Jinx.

“Sevika wasn't lying? You're with an enforcer?” Jinx grits her teeth, and Caitlyn leans in a bit.

“Your sister is Jinx?”

“Caitlyn, just listen, we can work this out.” Vi then turns her attention to Caitlyn but (Y/n) was confused, “Wait.. Did you call Her Jinx?” He begins to piece it together now.

“This is a trick! You're playing me!” Jinx was losing what cool she had left, talking to people who aren’t there. “Shut up! I'm in no mood.”

“We didn't say anything.” Cait starts.

“I wasn't talking to you!”

“Powder, it's okay.” (Y/n) stepped closer, and Jinx lifts the Gatling Gun. “Stop calling me that. It's Jinx now. Powder fell down a well.”

“What are you talking about? You’re powder! You’ve always been powder!” He got a bit worried. “Just put down the gun and—“

“Stop talking to me like I'm a child! Was that why you came? For this stupid stone?”

“What stone? Powder! I'm here for you. We’re here Only for you.” (Y/n) grips her wrist as she holds the gun, fear, confusion, pain in her eyes. Before they continue, a sound echoes from metal and the four look around, they weren’t alone. Green hue emerges from one of the tunnels and it was someone riding what looks to be a hovering board. Multiple of them arrive and set theit sights on the four of them.

“Cait? Gun!” He said, she bit her lip a bit. “I.. sold it.”

“You what?” (Y/n) was a bit perplexed. “Medicine, for you!” She replied, that guilt hit (Y/n) and he didn’t have much time to consider it, as they attacked, whoever they are. Jinx immediately railed up her gun and fires, bullets dance and hit along the steel and brick to a psychotic laughter, (Y/n) ducks under one swing by a rider and uses his pulse arm to blast one right off its board. He effortlessly kicks them off the tower and to a lower railing. Vi and Cait do their best but everyone is getting overwhelmed but also trying to abound getting turned into Swiss cheese by Jinx.

A pair fly at him from different directions, he blocks one pipe swing but gets one to the back of the leg, he rolls out of the way of another and stands up, he ends up back to back with powder. One big rider was going for them both. They give each other a look, Jinx laughs and fires at the ground, letting all the debris and dust kick up, the Rider avoids any gunfire but once he comes out of the smoke, he gets a nasty clothesline line. (Y/n) quickly picked up the board and hurled it at another, hitting their board and making it slowly crash into a wall as they roll off into a small pile of scrap metal. (Y/n) was ready to keep going, but someone leapt on his back, trying to choke him. He used his weight and fell back, slamming the person down. out of breath they let go and he quickly goes full Mount. Before he can land a single strike, another rider attempt to choke him with a pipe. While one blasts an unknown smoke in his face, coughing badly, (Y/n) pushes them off but it’s not enough. He falls back, slowly losing consciousness as Jinx’s manic shooting echoed in his thumping eardrums, he sees her face, they lock eyes once more and a look of rage was on her face and she fired at them for what they did. That wasn’t powder, that wasn’t the little girl he knew so long ago, all he saw was a maniac, a loose cannon.

A monster.

Those thoughts lingered, until it all went black.

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high enough

PAIRINGS: Vampire!Bill x Female reader

CONTENT: Smut

SYNOPSIS: Bill is a little addicted to you.

WARNINGS: mention of addiction, mention of blood and bite, manipulation, fingering, oral (f receiving)

You met Bill by chance, after another day of work you were coming home and literally bumped into him. Staggering and somewhat disoriented, he didn't know where he was.

Against all your thoughts of self-preservation you took him home and took care of him.

When Bill told you he was a vampire, you thought he was crazy and when he showed you what he was you strangely remained calm. Somehow you felt like he wouldn't hurt you. And he never did.

All the blood he had from you was given to him willingly. You wanted to help him and so you did.

And it was by wanting to help him that you ended up in this situation.

"What do you want?" Bill asked impatiently.

"What I want?" You repeated, looking at yourself in the mirror. "Nothing. I'm happy."

He let out a frustrated groan before taking a deep breath. You watched him straighten up, though the action was considerably less intimidating. His bleached blonde hair was disheveled and tangled with a light sweat on his forehead.

"Damn it." You observed. “you’re worse than an addicted.”

“Brilliant deduction! Do you want a fucking medal?” You raised an eyebrow.

Bill slapped his face, rubbing his stubble tiredly.

“Can’t you just help me?” He was always ready to dramatize, you already knew his tactics. You turned to him.

“We have already had this discussion. No." You said firmly.

"I can give you-." He started to speak but you interrupted him before he could even continue his speech about how good he could be and give you expensive things that you never had. You've been through this before.

"Nothing." You interrupted, crossing your arms. “I don't want anything from you, Bill. I like my life. I like my boyfriend. I like my job. There is nothing I want from you that can change my mind. Plus, I’m pretty sure I can think of a handful of humans who would be more than willing…”

“I DON’T WANT ANY IDIOTS OFF THE STREET!” His jaw was tense. If he applied more force, you'd think he might break his molars. “I want your blood. Yours. Do I need to spell this out for you?”

He approached you, brown eyes glaring at you.

"Please." His voice was almost pleading.

Inhaling silently, you studied him with half-closed eyes.

A second later and you shook your head.

“There is nothing special about my blood. You're being needy because I was there for you when no one else was. It was my mistake. I won't let that happen again.”

Before he could lift a finger, your arm flew forward. Either he was too weak to fight back or he wasn't even trying. Whatever the reasoning, you were easily able to make him fall back into a chair.

He didn't seem surprised by the gesture, nor did he try to fight it.

“I’m going to meet my boyfriend.” You said approaching him. “When I come back, you will be gone.”

“Liebe.” He whispered with furrowed brows and doe eyes.

“Bill, stop. You're better than that." You paused, grimacing. “I'm serious, control yourself.”

His head fell back and despite your better judgment, you went to his side. The last thing you needed was a drugged-out vampire in your apartment.

The moment one of your hands wrapped around the back of his head, Bill grabbed your wrist.

The pressure was gentle but sticky. His reddish brown eyes tried to mask a poorly concealed despair. Both pupils were dilated.

"You know." He drawled, bringing the back of your hand to his cheek. "You're my favorite human."

“I’m not yours.” You corrected, unable to not find his attention somewhat amusing.

“Oh, but you are.” He snapped and you rolled your eyes, the stubble rubbing against the skin of your hand like sandpaper. “It means your blood is very special. You are my special human. I don’t want anyone’s blood but yours.”

He continued stroking your hand. You found it slightly disturbing and strangely adorable.

“Quick fix.” He whimpered softly, pulling your fingers up to his lips as he blinked rapidly. “Just a taste will be enough for me. I won’t bother you again after this.”

You let out a pained gasp, your thumb thoughtlessly brushing his upper lip. He responded by kissing the tip of your thumb.

“I won't do it again. This is the last time, okay?” You always said that and you both pretended to believe it. The truth is, you couldn't say no to him even if you tried.

"Sure." He agreed, releasing your hand. "Last time."

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“Oh, Jesus, not again.” You exclaimed impatiently.

This time, he was lying in your bed, with the sheets piled up beside him. Your comforter was thrown somewhere on the floor.

“Liebe.” He greeted you lazily. Despite knowing your name, he never used it. Always using some German word that you didn't know what it meant. “I'm glad you're here. Would you mind giving me some liquid?”

You shook your head in disbelief.

"Unless you want me to piss in your mouth, I suggest you get out of here." You responded sarcastically without patience.

“Piss in my mouth?” He repeated slowly. Without warning, he burst into laughter, fingers gripping the sheets in delight.

You made a mental note to change them after he left.

“I’m an eccentric bastard, but not that eccentric.” He said. “You said last time that you wouldn't donate again, but you don't understand. You don't understand the euphoria you give me. It’s… I imagine it’s magical.”

''I'm sure you can live without it.'' Spinning around, you quickly rid yourself of the shirt, tossing it onto a nearby chair. You took a deep breath, arms reaching for the ceiling. The position was maintained until you felt the pleasant burning in your muscles.

"But I do not want." He says thoughtfully.

“That doesn’t surprise me.” You mumbled, taking off your jeans.

He didn't respond to your joke. Instead, he got up from the bed. Not that you heard or noticed it.

Until you felt the unexpected pressure of two warm hands resting on your hips.

“Bill.” You warned, looking at him over your shoulder.

"Hmm?" He hummed, shamelessly pressing into you.

“Get off me.” You whispered seriously hoping he would respect your request.

"I don't want." His grip tightened. You tried to ignore his hardened length digging teasingly against your ass.

“I heard a rumor that you’re not happy with your little toy.” He whispered in your ear huskily. You were so shocked by his boldness that you ignored how your skin crawled.

"You don't have ri-."

"It is not?" Bill asked with a raised eyebrow. “I keep tabs on my favorite human.”

You weren’t sure if he was serious or bluffing.

“So, you have romance, flowers, blah, blah, etc.” He listed, two fingers slipping under the band of your panties but not going any further. “But when it comes to being naughty, he falls a little… boring.”

A calloused hand brushed against your ribcage, nails grazing the skin experimentally. Involuntarily, your breathing became shallow.

“A little sexually frustrated, aren’t you?” He continued.

You were ready to lift a heel and tap his toes when, without warning, he grabbed one of your breasts, smirking when you shivered.

“I could do anything you wanted.” He suggested, brushing the outline of your hard nipple with his thumb. “I could be a good boy for you, if you want. I could easily spend hours paying attention to your pretty pussy, you know. I spent a beautiful day or two thinking about it.”

His breath sent a wave of goosebumps across your shoulder.

“Playing with your clit. Sucking it. Making you all nervous. Always giving. I don't have to worry about my own needs. I’ll put my tongue to good use, ma’am.”

Your hips moved forward as the two previously inactive fingers slid across the opening, not penetrating but brushing the sensitive wetness with tantalizing intent.

Protesting the action would have been counterproductive. Despite Bill's irritating nature of manipulating and being a general jerk, his words were leaving you embarrassingly wet.

And that was what was confusing you.

“You are a pathetic addicted.” You tried to sound angry, but your voice came out shaky.

You felt his shrug before he rested his chin on your shoulder.

“You are my conflicted and sexually frustrated supplier. I don’t think we need to point fingers” He said amused.

Biting your lip, you forced yourself not to think about the hand massaging your breast or the two fingers caressing your pussy.

It was a trickery. The word alone made an unpleasant feeling of guilt in your stomach. Your boyfriend was a nice guy. Better than you dated in a long time. He treated you with a respect that's hard to find these days.

So, the sex wasn't the best. Was it really worth throwing away months of a well-paced relationship just for a few seconds of mindless pleasure? Especially with Bill, of all people!

You may not be the best person in the world, but you tried to be good.

On the other hand, befriending him wasn't exactly a step in that direction.

“Mistress?” He was gone. There was no longer Bill in that tone.

You would have found his submission more comical if it hadn't worried you so much. And it intrigued you more than anything.

“I’ll be a good boy, I promise.” He insisted. “Our little secret. Fair deal, I guess. In fact, I'll give you a free sample.”

Unexpectedly, he removed both of his hands and moved away from you. The disappointment you felt at the loss of contact was not something you wanted to reflect on.

You saw him kneel before you, his eyes wide but focused. More focused than you usually witnessed when he craved your blood.

"Come here." He gestured.

When you stayed still, he snorted softly. With a few quick movements, he knelt so he was eye level with your hips.

You knew what he was about to do. This, perhaps, was the worst part. You knew and you felt…excited. Relieved, even. For the first time in months, you were about to receive as much as you gave. Appropriately.

It was selfish and terrible, but equally thrilling and exciting.

“Open your legs a little for me, baby.” You did as he said, teeth firmly gripping your bottom lip.

"My God, you've been a lecherous young lady, haven't you?" Bill smiled, hands steadying himself on your hips.

"Shut up." You mumbled, ignoring his embarrassment.

"Yes ma'am." His fingers hooked into the elastic and slowly slid your panties down. The entire time, his tongue was stuck between his teeth while his eyes never left your pussy.

You took off your panties, almost shaking with excitement when he threw them over his shoulder.

“Hmm.” He marveled, tilting his head. "I was right. Beautiful."

The compliment made you not only blush but also become slightly irritated. Were your priorities really that far off?

That depressing thought spurred your next action.

Quickly, a hand grabbed Bill's hair by the roots. With a push, you pulled back, ensuring his eyes locked with yours.

“If you want my blood, you work for it. Got it?" You didn't even realize you had a dominant streak until Bill's obedient nod made you smile. “If I don't reach my high, you certainly won't reach yours.”

"Yes ma'am." He responded obediently. No sign of sarcasm or mockery.

You looked at him for a second longer and let go of his hair. Bill wasted no time.

It didn't take more than five minutes for you to cum. Whether this was a result of not having pleasure for so long or Bill's genuine talent, you weren't sure.

What you could be sure of, when a hand found his hair again and kept his tongue and lips attached to your clit, was that you were entirely willing to make that bargain again.

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This arrangement lasted a solid month. Which surprised you. You thought the moral of exchanging blood for sexual acts would disgust you. At least enough to present a bigger argument the next time Bill showed up again. But that wasn't the case.

The next meeting was certainly a little awkward. You came home from your shift and found him sitting patiently on your bed. He didn't say anything. He just watched you as you tiredly took off your clothes. His submission was strange but attractive. It wasn't until you were blessed with a quiet Bill that you realized how much you appreciated him.

"How are you doing?"

It was strange, but you couldn't help but ask. Bill may have been an addicted and willing to do anything to get what you wanted, but he was still a living creature beneath that stupid desperation. Completely degrading him brought you no pleasure and wasn't something you felt completely comfortable doing.

“You won’t hurt me.” Bill complained. “I'm a big boy. Do your worst."

“Do you want a safe word?” Yet you asked.

“Unless you have plans to kill me, I really don’t see the point.” That was the last discussion about a safe word or words in general.

Bill came three times a week, sometimes four. Always when you were alone. His snark, thankfully, wasn’t present and he did everything you requested of him.

At first, you were careful about boundaries. The first week was spent mostly in your bed, with Bill buried between your thighs. He was surprisingly energetic, licking and sucking you like a hungry animal. His fingers were excited too, starting to pinch your clit and moving in and out of you at deliciously insane speeds.

No orgasms were faked, and if you were taking a while to cum, Bill worked with impressive voracity to ensure you reached your high.

That's what made you bolder.

In the second week, you ordered him to touch himself.

"What?" He asked confused.

"I want you to touch yourself." He studied you with half-closed eyes.

"You understand this isn't about my pleasure, right?"

"Yes. It's about mine. Drop your pants, sit on the chair and touch yourself.” Your voice didn't even tremble.

His confusion was evident, but he did as you asked.

As you guessed, watching him masturbate was a deeply satisfying sight. On some level, you wanted him to feel pleasure from this arrangement, but that had more to do with fascination. Fascination with being able to make someone bigger and stronger take off his underwear, sit down, spread his legs, wrap his hand around his generously sized cock and slowly start stroking himself. In front of you. Simply because you ordered it.

The control was intoxicating.

You didn’t ask him to do anything else after he climaxed with a strangled moan. And it was one of the first times you realized that Bill had no idea what your game was. Or at least why you were enjoying watching him cum.

The rest of the month followed roughly the same schedule. You would give him an order and after a brief but curious glance in his direction, Bill would obey.

Many of the commands required you to cum. At you request, Bill got into the habit of bringing a vibrator. Which he used on you very well.

Some days the commands were to get him out. You were creative and it was never the same way. True, he always touched himself, but sometimes it was kneeling on the bed or bending over a chair so you could admire his cute ass. Once, you even deprived him of his vision with a scarf, taking advantage of the slight uncertainty his hand felt when caressing himself.

By the four week, you were comfortable enough to ride his persistent tongue into pleasure without an ounce of shame or embarrassment.

On the days Bill didn't show up, you questioned what you were doing with him. In public and surrounded by friends, you were passive and sociable. On nights when the two of you were alone, you were loose and experiencing some serious dominance kink.

For a long time, you were puzzled and faintly appalled by your actions.

Then one night, it hit you.

When would you ever get that kind of sexual freedom again? That ability to explore what made your toes curl and grip the headboard until your mind went blank and your voice hoarse.

Nights with Bill made you feel liberated. They made you feel like a woman. The vampire never judged you, although in the end he received your blood, so that was his triumph.

Regardless, the ability to delve deeper into your sexuality and learn the new ways your body responded to stimulation was one of the biggest reasons you never withheld your blood from Bill.

If there was any guilt you held onto, it was because Bill did the things you asked for your blood, nothing more. It would have been nice if his actions were genuine. But he was an addicted, you reminded yourself.

This, when you looked back on the whole fiasco, was ultimately where you made an error in judgment. Assuming Bill regarded your meetings as nothing but a necessary task in order to gain the true source of pleasure: your blood.

In fact, you were completely unaware that after only two weeks together, he’d completely kicked his blood habit.

And that he was testing you.

It wasn’t until the month was complete that you found out why.

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He wasn't sitting on the bed this time.

Instead, he was standing tall and physically looked immaculate. Hair combed, beard trimmed and he looked at you differently.

The moment you absorbed all these changes, you felt a distinct shift in power.

It was definitely not in your hands anymore.

“You look healthy.” You greeted. “Who finally got to talk you out of it?”

A part of you couldn't deny that you were a little disappointed. You sessions would probably come to an end. And the Bill before you certainly didn't look like he was taking orders.

But you weren't selfish enough to deny feeling genuine happiness that he was no longer an addicted. No one deserved to be a victim of this desire. Of course, he will always have to live with the desire to drink blood, but now in a controlled way.

“That’d be you, darling.” He revealed. “Put plenty of things in perspective for me.”

"Good." You encouraged, offering him a soft smile.

He continued watching you without blinking.

“See yourself in the mirror lately?” He asked.

Immediately, a hand patted your hair.

“Did a bird shit on my head again?” You walked over to the mirror, fingers examining you head.

Bill appeared behind you and stopped your search by grabbing your wrist.

You looked at him.

“Skin doesn’t have the vibrant glow it normally has.” He whispered calmly.

Eyebrows furrowed, you looked at yourself in the mirror.

Wow. How did you miss that?

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered.” He continued. “Always giving me the amount of blood I ask for is not an easy task. Or a healthy one. But I can’t allow you to get hurt.”

You nodded absently. Your brain became more fuzzy at the consideration Bill was giving you.

"Why are you being nice?" You asked, looking at him warily.

“Like I said… I got a little perspective on things.” He replied.

“Do I need to be worried?” You asked apprehensively.

"Hardly. Not only have you fulfilled my needs, but you did so discretely. As an added bonus, you even made personal sacrifices. That right there... that's the way to a man's heart."

“I think you’re overestimating my worth.” You pulled your hand away. The conversation starting to make you uncomfortable.

“Honey, you’re underestimating yourself. Let me explain what happened last month to you. I was vulnerable, needy and weak. Instead of making a name for yourself - which I'm beginning to doubt even crossed your mind - and taking advantage of me, you quietly gave me my fix. With me so far?”

“Anyone would have done it.” You knew this was a lie the moment it passed your lips.

“Mm… I’m afraid not, liebe. I don’t find that kind of loyalty.” You weren’t sure if you should feel flattered or flustered.

“Now, this is where it gets interesting. After I got my addiction under control, I couldn't help but wonder why you were helping me. So selflessly, in fact.”

“I got off on telling you what to do.” You defended.

“No, I understand that part. But you started making small sacrifices.” Swallowing hard, you took a step back.

"Like what?" You asked confused.

"Well, like breaking up with your little toy, for example." Bill hummed in amusement.

“He didn’t deserve to be betrayed. It had nothing to do with you.” Bill smiled at that.

“If it weren't for my mouth on your pussy three times a week, you never would have let the poor guy go. I had a little input into that.” Something inside you twitched with discomfort and pleasure.

“So, as we saw, you neglected your appearance a little. You didn't even realize how much blood I was taking from you. And yet, you continued to give.” Taking a careful breath, you tried to get your thoughts in order.

"You deserved to get what came to me for." It seemed like a lame excuse, despite its veracity.

“And that’s the fun part!” Bill exclaimed. “This whole time you were under the impression that I hated it. I hated making you cum, I hated cumming while you watched, I hated the total attention you gave me. I'm not sure if you've heard, but I have a bit of an ego. And you caressed it until I was weak in the knees. You had so much control in your hands and had the courtesy to worry about my own pleasure. Not very mistressy of you, liebe.”

“If you were so confused about it, then why the hell didn’t you stop?” You retorted. “If you didn’t like me not playing my role, you should have stopped playing yours.”

“Ah, but I liked my role.” He assured, eyes slowly scanning your body. “In fact, if you knew how much I enjoyed it, you would be more worried about disappearing so I could never find you.”

"Are you-?" Your voice died in the middle of your throat.

“Ah, I left my favorite human speechless. Well, let’s see if I can remedy that.” Before you could blink everything went dark.

When you woke up you were in a huge room with incredibly expensive furniture. The place was well lit and looked very modern, you could see some paintings on the walls around it. The tables held a variety of food and drinks. Some, you noticed, were among your favorites.

Your mouth officially dropped open when you noticed it was king size and the sheets were brown. Also expensive, it seems. Above that, your eyes sharpened on the silk ties tied provocatively to the headboard. That was certainly a vision that spoke for itself.

“I will not be your mistress!” You argued, quickly getting up from the bed.

“I prefer the term girlfriend.” He didn't move from his seat once.

This gave you the confidence to try to escape. You ran towards the door but it was locked.

“Nice trick, isn’t it?” Bill mentioned, pride coloring his voice. “I blocked your exit, my dear.”

“Bill let me go.” With a tight frown, you stared at him.

“I will give you anything you want.” He promised. “In the meantime, you might consider this vacation a little more…permanent.”

“You are imprisoning me!” You screamed, anger burning through your veins.

"Keeping." He corrected. “I'm keeping you. Considerable difference in terminology.”

You tried to regain control of your breathing, but your current situation didn't allow for that.

“I like you, liebe.” Bill stated seriously. “You are charming, adventurous, and deceptively thoughtful. More than that, you are trustworthy. And has a sexual appetite that rivals mine.”

“And you couldn’t have told me that without kidnapping me?”

"Keeping." He remembered. “What would you honestly have done if I told you I was pretending to be an addicted because I was more addicted to you? Which sounds as terribly sentimental out loud as it does in my head. Shame. I thought it would translate better.”

You backed away until the backs of your knees hit the bed. Tremblingly, you sat up, palms hitting the sheets beneath you.

“I was kidnapped-.”

“-kept-,” Bill said helpfully.

“-all because I was…nice.”

Bill shrugged. "Opposites attract?"

You lost consciousness right after you finished laughing. Rest assured, you found the situation more grim than hilarious.

Sighing, Bill walked over to your unconscious form. He sat up and gently picked you up so you rested against his chest.

The urge to smile and grimace fought violently within him.

“This could have been worse.” He confessed, looking at you.

He rested his chin on your head. The desire to smile won. He was happy.

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Miraak x Reader NSFW

(This is literally just an idea I had in snippets all piled together for Miraak, it's a lil bad but that's okay, we're here for affection not perfection. Lemme know if anyone likes it!)

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The first time he'd woken to her kisses, she was startled and bright pink in the face, worried she had crossed some invisible like that they hadn't spoken of yet, only to be greeted by an amused gaze as he would play with a strand of her hair that was close enough for him to reach.

"Enjoying yourself this morning, Dearheart?" He'd take notice of how her eyes dilated, and that silent swallow she did when she was nervous whenever she was scolded, watching as her gaze sort of flickered down to her hands that were placed on the bed to hold herself up, else she'd fall on him-

"I- um... Yes. I'm sorry- I thought- um?" She'd flounder for a minute, the tips of her ears turning a cherry sort of red as he slowly understood in his sleepy haze that she had very much been enjoying herself. "I-I'm sorry, Miraak. I should have asked beforehand- but you looked comfortable and... and I didn't want to wake you. You don't get enough sleep as it is- I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." She's embarrassed and flustered- and this man has half a mind to fuck the insecurities out of her right that instant. But of course, he contains his own urges. Bringing a hand to hold her jaw and bring her gaze back to meet his own, still very comfortably lounging against the large and very luxurious pillows he refuses to go without.

"What if I was to say that I enjoyed being woken like this? It's not every day a God is loved and cherished with the warm and gentle kisses of his lover. How could I deny such a delicious request if it were to come from your lips?" His words are sincere and clearly just a hint of a tease as his hand moves to the back of her neck, gently tugging her down to his level to taste her kisses himself, able to feel her melt against him, her hands hesitantly hovering in place just a little closer to him as she sits up on her knees now so she won't fall, only for him to grab her hands, physically moving them and placing them on his naked chest.

"I am yours, My Love. Be selfish with me. Touch me, kiss me, taste me, bite me if you so wish. You need not shy from me. Regardless of whether my attention rests with you wholly or if I am still asleep. You may take me as I am in any form you choose." The tone that he says this is almost like he's begging her to continue, and he is. His voice is still soft from sleep, kissing her, pulling her closer, and letting her touch him with his hands over hers so she isn't unsure, begging this woman who loves him so honest and deeply to be selfish with her own desires because he desires her just as much, if not more.

"I can - I can kiss you when you're not busy? Even when you're tired?" Her tone matches his, wanting to make sure she is allowed what he is silently offering her, only for the Priest to laugh and kiss her again.

"You can kiss me always. I only ask that you mind the attention you wish to give me when important guests arrive, but yes, My Love. Yes, you may kiss me. Busy or not. Kiss me, touch me, and give me any of your attention. I am eager for your affections. Especially if I am to be woken by such gentle cherishing. You make my heart sing for you, Beloved. Never doubt this." His lips are against hers as he mutters the last part, before she has pulled back a little bit and he watches her chew on her lip a little bit, moving to sit that much closer so she can reach him-

"Does that mean I can kiss you more?" She means now. In that moment that he'd woken to, only for him to grin up at her and give his very eager approval, only for the woman to kiss him again. It's slower and deeper than he'd usually expect from her, but his hand drops from her neck to her thigh beside him, enjoying this new wave of confidence from his woman as her kisses begin to travel. Across his face and even over his eyes, feather light in nature and even against his ears- oh his poor heart beats to life in these moments.

Her kisses trail from his face to his neck and just under his jaw, knowing she can get away with it because he thinks she isn't aware of what it does to him when she IS, and she just keeps little discoveries like that quiet. Her lips travel to the center of his throat and then to his pulse point, but she keeps those kisses mostly closed, and then more open mouthed kisses across his shoulders and then down his chest, her tongue just barely hinting over the scars she can reach and the hitch in his breath tells her how much he is enjoying this. Her slow kisses began lulling him back to sleep only for the feeling of her tongue against him to pull him back up- and he can't even find it in his heart to groan about it because it feels so good, especially when her teeth graze over his nipples - oh, this Dragon Priest is in love.

She's not fast or harsh enough to jolt him awake, but his cock is another story. His woman is taking her sweet time in getting a taste of her lover, letting her fangs just barely graze over the center of his chest where his ribs connect or the center of his stomach before her tongue has pressed against him again before she sucks a mark into his skin- she can't keep her hands to herself, and it's as if time stops between them, allowing her to kiss and suck and caress as much of his skin as he allows before a quiet moan finally breaks from his lips. His cock is hard under the blankets they share, aching from her playful teases and cherishing and pulsing when she travels low enough he can feel her lips against his hips, following the curve lower past his pelvis and then finally pulling at the blanket. But his woman is infuriating.

She does it slow enough that the friction against him is prominent but not fast enough for a rush of cold air to properly wake him- she's takes such care to keep him comfortable and relaxed and partially dozing off again only for her lips to make it to his thighs, these slow careful bites into his flesh bringing him frustration and ecstasy,  only for her kisses and playful licks to meet the inside of his thighs instead of where he wants it.

When her lips finally make contact, it's not what he expects because her slow open kisses are against his balls first, and it makes him drop his head back into the pillows with this breathless moan leaving him at the surprise of how thoroughly she's taking this, only for her to start sucking and licking where she knows is most sensitive- but she's so careful with her attentions, not allowing him the chance to drift again but also not rousing him enough for him to be aware of anything other than her lips on his cock- and by the time he's finally vaguely beginning to drift again because it just feels so heavenly she's finally taking the tip of his cock into her mouth. Slow sucking that makes him pulse and twitch because he wants more, but his exhaustion doesn't allow him to make demands, only drawn out moans and sighs of relief make it past his lips in that moment. When she finally takes mercy on this poor man and starts sucking his cock, he doesn't have enough energy to pull her hair to tug her closer, until she grabs his hand that had reached for her, only to entwine their fingers as she takes him down her throat?

Oh, he can't even close his eyes anymore because the view of her cherishing him and swallowing his cock as she holds his hand just pierces through his heart when she gets him to cum. It's such a drawn-out orgasm too because of all of her teasing, paired with being able to watch her take him so well and swallow what he gives her. That orgasm lasted much longer than he'd expected it to, and the man felt like he was floating, only for her to start sucking again and milking that poor Priest until his eyelids were so heavy and his moans were damn near whimpers.

Miraak can go a good while until it's finally too much for him to take more, and gods he loved how she took him, keeping him comfortable and warm and sucking his aching cock until he had barely anything left to give as he held her hand like a lifeline, quietly begging for her to stop HOURS after she'd started.

"My Love, please- Oh~ Oh, My Love- I can't- I can't take more, Beloved. Let me rest. We'll play again another time." It's this gentle plea, quickly interrupted by him cuming again before she'd slowed to a stop and let go of his cock, grinning so widely at him as she tucks him back into bed, pressing gentle kisses across his skin once more before he has pulled her back to his side, turning to use her as a pillow as they cuddle up together- and he sleeps hard. Well on through that day and even into the next morning before he had even attempted to rouse from sleep because she was there, her wings laid over him to keep him warm and comfortable and it felt so good that he hadn't a care in the world. It was the first time he'd missed an entire day of work, even one of the servants coming to check on their Master, only to be relieved at the sight of him sleeping through the night, wrapped in her arms with his face in her breasts- covered by blanket with the fire going? They take it upon themselves to finish what he'd worked on, allowing Miraak an entire day of rest with no outside interruptions. Not a single noise aside from their even breaths as they slept together. No arcane auras, no chatter, nothing but them, and the crackling fire.

[things-arent-what-they-seem66]

Hey I really like your adamsapple mpreg posts and I got an AU of them! (ꈍᴗꈍ) Happy Eden Ending AU (where things ended up good from the beginning, also with mpreg >w<) Many angels gather around the garden of Eden for the formation of the first human. Lucifer manages to get to the front with all his efforts, but Gabriel scolded him for his methods. Gabriel: You didn't have to push and shove them to get here. Lucifer: Oh come on I have to! I'm literally the shortest one here! Suddenly an all-knowing voice commanded everyone to stay silent and pay attention. It was God's voice. God: We all gather here today to the first step of the existence of mankind. Man will come from the dust and dirt of the ground and shall become dirt and dust once his life comes to an end. He uses his hand to shift the dirt to form the first human and gave him the breath of life to which the man took his first breath and opened his eyes. God: Your name shall be Adam. You are the first of your kind, you are the first human. While God explains what Adam is and what he should do and the angels gossiping, Lucifer looked at Adam with awe. His eyes widen and dilate as he adore his tanned skin, short brown hair and gold eyes. Oh he was absolutely smitten! Adam drifted his attention, and his eyes were glued to the little blonde angel at the front of the crowd. Something about him makes him strange from the other angels but he can't help but be charmed by him. It felt like days between them lovely staring at each other, not sharing a word between each other as their eyes and mind do the talking before god spoke. God: Adam, do you understand?

Adam: I- Uh! I understand.

God: Good, you may explore the garden, you may ask the angels for help, but it is best for you to learn for yourself on how to survive and how to be self-sufficient. Some time passed, Adam made a little hut for himself and decorated with pretty stones and skeletons from his hunts. He was at a pond doing his duty to name all the animals when he heard a rustle in the bushes. Adam nervously checked the bush, praying that it isn't an big animal he can't fight off. Lucifer: AH! Adam: i- it's you! Lucifer: Wait, you recognize me?

Adam: Yeah! You were the first thing I saw besides my creator. Lucifer's eyes twinkled excitedly. He was internally squealing from joy! He can't believe it! He was the second being the first man saw, though he wished he could have been his first sight, but he'll take what he can get! Adam: Do you have a name like me?

Lucifer: * jumps out of the bush* Yes! It's Lucifer!!! Lucifer covered his mouth because he said it too loud. Adam: What's wrong? Lucifer: Haha, nothing except... I shouldn't be here... Adam: Why? I thought angels were allowed to come here. Lucifer: Yeah, but not angels of my rank. Adam: Well, if that's the case then I won't tell anyone you were here. It would be a secret between just you and me. Adam gave a wink and a smile, Lucifer blushed, and his heartbeat goes faster. They sat next to each other at the pond, Adam venting that he has trouble thinking of the name of the waterfowl that reside at the pond. Lucifer suggested they should be called ducks due to them ducking their heads in the water. Adam: That's it! Oh thank you so much Lucifer!

Adam hugged him, to which Lucifer hugged him back tightly. He thought to himself, he spied on Adam for a while before their encounter, lovely admired him and how he was beautiful he was to him. He also liked how resourceful he was and liked how tall he was and how muscular he became. They promised each other that whenever Lucifer arrives they'll always meet at the pond. Those meetings were their own heaven, they slowly bond and had their first kiss. Oh how he wanted to have sex with his lover, but he restrained himself knowing it would lead more trouble and him.

One day while Lucifer was spying in the trees he heard god introducing Adam to Lilith, the first woman and his wife, and he told them their duty to populate mankind. He waited a bit longer and saw them holding hands. Fear filled his mind, he watched them more, Adam was being very pushy towards her in an cocky way but Lucifer can tell that he genuinely likes her. Tears rolled down his face and despair shattered his heart. How could he do this to him! They were supposed to be together but he soon realized Lilith is disinterested in him. If he can't make him his, then he'll take his woman just to piss him off. What he didn't realize is that while Adam liked her, he was being pushy towards their duty so he can finish it as quickly as possible so he can be with Lucifer again.

Awww thank you!

And I love this idea very much. Gotta love a jealous Lucifer lol

[inun4ki]

since it's sunday and all-- ( ͡❛ ᴗ ͡❛)

kaede has a little bit of an oral+cum combo fixation. the type that leaves him on his knees, between someone's legs, for hours at a time, cleaning up the mess. there are too few things he enjoys, and this is one of them. he loves it. can't get enough. wants to greet his partners with head when they walk in the door after a horrible day at work, wants to push them down to sit on the sofa so he can look up at them with pretty, hazy eyes while he pleases them. pupils dilated, breaths all heavy, just positively enamoured with eating, sucking, swallowing, hollowing his cheeks, gently clawing into thighs, hearing them gasp and moan and even huff his name. and when they finally burst, he's there to lap up the mess - happily so. and then make them cum again, till they've got nothing left to give.

while he doesn't necessarily enjoy the consistency, the scent drives him wild. musky, sometimes salty, sometimes sweet, but wholly arousing in a way he doesn't fully understand. in his mind, it's just one of those things, and he's resigned himself to it, accepted it, so he can't really be with anyone who isn't willing to sit down and let him give them head like his life depends on it, as the gods intended. Especially if they're not willing to cum in his mouth or on his face. Boring, blocked and deleted...the whole nine. Literally refuses to be with anyone who can't take it.

which brings me to my next point: why he needs someone who's good with their hands. fingers in his mouth, as a concept, makes him drool, makes him hard on a dime. hands are what people use to touch, feel, harm, please, experience the world in ways different than the other senses, and serves as a bridge between one person and the next. he sexualizes the hell out of that connection, honestly, probably because he's touch-starved and lonely but i digress. so when hands are on him, fingers poking and prodding at his most sensitive spots or hooking into his mouth, he's putty in his partners' hands. weak in the knee and willing to take whatever's given, to let them take whatever he has.

with all that said, however, he's still something of a complete damsel. a pillow prince, if you will, on account of how easy it is to overwhelm him ( when you don't fuck often, things get a bit sensitive ). it used to be that he'd seek out the roughest sex imaginable because it stimulates so much of him, shuts him down, factory reset type shit. but over time, he's become more inclined to take his time, spoil his partners rather than have them almost...fight him for his affection - it's more rewarding to feel around, experiment, and get to know his partners this way, and for them to get to know him, just by going with the flow and letting things ride. foreplay gets heavy emphasis, in this respect. lots of focus there.

oh ! here's a fun fact to finish this off: he's a monsterfucker. cursefucker, if you wanna be specific ig. if it fits, he sits, s'all i'm sayinnnn'.

[fruitcoops]

Hi Eve! Can I request a fic where Remus is hurt on the ice and in a lot of pain, and really depends on Sirius comforting him. Maybe he goes to the Hospital and is really frightened by it. Basically something where Remus is extremely hurt (physically and emotionally) and Sirius comforts him a lot. If you feel like it! I know you're writing a lot of H/C and Angst rn. I love your writing!

Oh we're doing CHONKY angst tonight, my friends. Also, I'm super close to my fic goal, so requests will be opening back up again soon! I won't give a specific date because I don't want to give anyone false hope, so thank you all for being patient. SW credit goes to @lumosinlove <3

**TW for injury (dislocation), mentioned past injury/ trauma, implied PTSD, panic/ dissociation response, hospitals

Time stood still. It was a cheesy, cliché thought—Sirius knew that much. But time stood still, and lots of people were moving erratically, and he had the sudden realization he couldn’t feel his toes in his skates anymore. He knew he should move. He knew he needed to move. He knew he could feel every vein and artery in his body seizing, every muscle fossilizing.

“—fucking Christ—”

“I’m gonna—”

“—god, look—”

“—happening? What’s happ—”

“Stay there!” Sirius flinched at the sharp order from James’ mouth, somewhere on the other side of the bench. Medics were gathering like clotted blood on a wound; he could only see black skates, the red accents stark against the ice while their owner thrashed once, twice, and went still again.

His tongue unstuck from the roof of his mouth. He managed one step. James’ hand settled on his chest, but he pushed right past it without breaking stride. The crowd was deafening in its silence. He could see Remus’ legs now, one bent and tipping to the side. The medics shuttered his body and face from view, but Sirius was six-foot-six in his skates. That wouldn’t be a problem.

“—touch me!” The sudden burst of noise amongst a sea of muttering voices made him blink in surprise. “Don’t touch me, don’t touch me!”

Remus wasn’t supposed to sound like that. He wasn’t supposed to look like that when Sirius came closer, tense and laid out and failing every time his muscles tried to contort in agony, ghost-white save for the blotchy red on his cheeks. His right hand gripped the wrist of a medic so tight it trembled. “Mr. Lupin,” Emmeline cut in. “Remus, let go.”

“Keep your hands off,” he said through clenched teeth.

Sirius took a knee, shouldering between two of the medics despite their protests. Even a meter away, he could see how far Remus’ pupils had dilated. “Loops,” he began. The few people that tried to pull him away would have had better luck moving a boulder barehanded. Sirius found Remus’ terrified eyes against the too-bright glare of the rink and his throat tightened, suffocating any words.

The unadulterated panic faded somewhat—Remus’ lower lip trembled, a single tear rolling down the slope of his nose as he held Sirius’ gaze. “Sirius.” He sucked in a half-breath and hitched with the strain. “Sirius, don’t fucking touch me.”

“I won’t.”

Remus visibly relaxed when he held both hands up, only for his entire face to screw up in pain at the movement. A groan siphoned through his ticking jaw, strangled and barely contained.

“Mr. Lupin, you need to let us get you on a stretcher,” Emmeline said firmly, as if they had had this conversation before. “We have to get you off the ice.”

“Can’t move.”

“We’ll help—”

“Gonna tear it apart.” Remus’ eyes unfocused, and Sirius quite literally watched the blood drain from his face as his hand slipped off the other medic’s wrist and hit the ice with a dull sound. His mouth refused to offer the comfort rattling through his mind. “Don’t understand, I have pins there, gonna tear the muscle.”

Emmeline’s lips pressed into a thin, pale line. “Fuck,” she muttered, tucking Remus’ forearms against his chest; this time, he didn’t so much as twitch. She grabbed the walkie-talkie off her belt, moving to a crouch. “Get him on the stretcher. Hi, this is Emmeline Vance, I have a player with a partially dislocated shoulder who is going into psychological shock. We’re 60 seconds from the ambulance.”

By the time Sirius was able to force some air into his lungs, everyone else was already in motion, and he was being pushed aside. “I can’t do it.” Remus’ voice was too strained, too high. His gaze darted randomly from Sirius to the rink and back again. “Can’t do it again, I can’t do this.”

“Just keep breathing, Remus,” Emmeline said. “That’s all I need from you.”

“I can…” Sirius faltered as they shuffled Remus onto the stretcher. He had gone from white to gray in a matter of moments. His left arm looked wrong where it laid limp against him. “I can help?”

“Go back to the bench, captain,” an unfamiliar medic said, clapping him on the shoulder. “Your coach will pass along the hospital address.”

Sirius shook his head. It was too hard to swallow. “No.”

“Sir—”

“He’s my husband.”

“I understand, but the ambulance is already—”

“That’s my husband.” Control. Calm. Steady. Remus’ voice never shook when he asked for things, never raised by a single decibel. Sirius took a breath in through his nose, out through his mouth. “My husband is on that stretcher. I need to be with him right now.”

“That’s not a matter to discuss with me.” The medic stood and helped him to his feet with a kind smile. “Talk to your coach. We’ll take good care of Mr. Lupin.”

No, you won’t. He knew he should trust them—it was their job. It was what Remus had done for years, and Remus had never failed them. But Sirius couldn’t help the knee-jerk protest that tried to claw its way out into the cold air where the voices of the crowd were starting to rise. It was Remus’ job to heal. It was his job to play. These people…he didn’t know these people. More importantly, they didn’t know Remus. They didn’t know that he couldn’t be touched after a nightmare and they didn’t know how good he was at hiding pain in smiles and they didn’t know he could only be lulled back into rest with a kiss, a snuggle, some tea.

But Remus was already gone, and Sirius belonged on the bench.

--

“I’m here for Remus Lupin.”

“Relation?”

“Husband. How is he?”

“Asleep, as of…five minutes ago.”

“And his shoulder?”

“I’m afraid I can’t share personal medical information, sir.”

Sirius hoped the nurse couldn’t hear his pulse hammering across the desk. “Alright. Where’s his room?”

“He’s in 430. The elevator is on your left.”

“Merci beaucoup.” God bless Celeste for teaching him proper manners, because an ‘afterthought’ wasn’t even the right word for how little he cared about thanking people at the moment. Remus liked to tease him for his ‘lack of tact’, whatever that was supposed to mean. Bluntness had always worked fine in the past, even if it meant people liked his husband more than him. It wasn’t Sirius’ fault he had grown used to using his captain voice in daily life.

The elevator lurched to life after a few impatient clicks of the button; it stopped once, on the second floor, and Sirius tried not to scowl too hard at the perfectly nice couple that decided to wait for the next one. His legs stopped working when the elevator doors opened.

A cheerful golden ‘4’ shone on the opposite wall—he forced himself forward, only to stop again as the doors closed behind him. The floor was as busy as any hospital he had visited, full of families and bustling staff in equal shares. The nearest door read ‘403’.

Sirius started walking.

The linoleum squeaked under his sneakers with each measured step, background music for his racing thoughts. Would Remus still be asleep? Was his injury worse than they thought? Sirius hadn’t been able to leave early—hadn’t wanted to, not when they couldn’t promise he would be able to see Remus right away—and he didn’t have the first clue what made psychological shock different than regular shock. He had seen enough shitty medical dramas on Saturday nights to know people died from it. Suddenly, Remus’ penchant for pointing out their inaccuracies like it was a game show wasn’t so funny.

430.

He peeked through the little window with one hand on the doorknob and felt his heart stutter, a breath rushing free. Remus was still asleep, just as the nurse had promised. The bed was propped up; his left arm rested in a sling. Someone had tucked the crisp white blankets around his waist. Sirius opened the door and crept in, closing it quietly behind him before he moved to sit on the edge of the bed.

Remus’ breaths came in the same slow, even pattern he knew like his own pulse, so vastly different than the shallow things that had wracked him four hours prior. He looked better than Sirius had left him: there was healthy color in his cheeks and no tension sending agony though his body. He traced the places pain used to pinch with a gentle hand.

Beneath his touch, Remus stirred. He blinked a few times, bleary and befuddled, before his expression relaxed into a small smile and his cheek pressed into Sirius’ palm. “How long’ve you been there?”

“About five minutes,” Sirius murmured. They had the room to themselves, but it didn’t feel right to speak louder. He scratched along the shorter hair over Remus’ ear and felt him hum. “Feeling better?”

Remus nodded, keeping his eyes closed. “Got the good stuff.”

“Sleepy?”

“Mhmm. Love how you talk.”

“Me?” he laughed.

“It’s always you.”

Sirius stroked beneath Remus’ eye with the pad of his thumb. His skin was impossibly soft and delicate for someone so unbreakable. “I’m sorry I wasn’t here before.”

“Didn’t miss anything big.”

“Still.” He swallowed as the lump from earlier tried to surge back to life in his throat. “Still, I want to be here for you. It’s my job to take care of you, now.”

“How the turntables,” Remus muttered, drawing a laugh from both of them.

With a long exhale, he let his head rest back against the crinkly pillow, and Sirius went willingly when Remus opened an arm for him to cuddle under. The hospital gown was rough when he smoothed a hand over Remus’ chest, tracing the bandages beneath. “Qu’est-ce que c’est?” Sirius asked, giving the lowest ridge a small tug.

Remus cracked an eye open and followed his movement. “Oh, it’s just some extra support. Goes up an’ around.”

“No broken ribs?”

“I can’t be stealing your brand that quick.”

“Don’t joke about that,” Sirius protested despite Remus’ quiet snickering. “It’s not funny, Re.”

“ ‘m sorry.” He took a couple deep breaths, then turned to Sirius with a bitten-back smile. “It’s a little funny.”

“No.”

His face softened, and with a little bit of wiggling he pulled his arm free from under Sirius’ body and placed his fingertips over his cheekbone like a pianist preparing to play. A delicate touch as always; sometimes, Sirius wondered whether Remus thought he was made of glass. Nobody had treated him that carefully before. It wasn’t a bad thought at all. Remus kept them there for a long moment, watching with half-lidded eyes. His whole body radiated exhaustion. “Today was a bad day,” he finally said. The corner of his mouth tilted up softly. “You’re so handsome.”

“Are you feeling better?”

This time, Remus paused before answering. He paused, and he sighed, and he curled into Sirius’ chest until Sirius draped an arm over his stomach and laced their fingers together. “I dunno,” he whispered. “It was—bad. They put me under to relocate it, ‘cause I couldn’t calm down. They told me I went into shock, but I don’t remember that part. I still feel like shit.”

“I would be worried if you didn’t.” But I hate that you do. Sirius closed the inch between them and kissed Remus’ cheek, letting his lips linger on salty skin. Remus had been crying a little when they took him away. He didn’t want to know if it kept happening while he was sitting on a stainless steel bench outlining plays for other people to run.

“It was only a partial dislocation,” Remus noted after a few moments of quiet. Something in his gaze was still a little vacant. “So, y’know. There’s that. The pins work after all.”

Sirius gathered him closer, slipping one arm under Remus’ upper back so he could rest his head on Sirius’ chest. Their ankles tangled under the papery sheets, legs in a cat’s cradle. “We don’t have to talk about it,” he said into mussed curls. A tremor went through Remus, and he heard him sniffle.

“Fuck, sorry,” Remus choked out, going to pinch the bridge of his nose only to muffle a groan when the sling refused to let his arm move that far. Sirius guided his hand back down and wiped the few stray tears away with his thumb—his other hand splayed over Remus’ lower back, just holding. He could be an anchor right now.

“Don’t be sorry,” he murmured.

“I really couldn’t do it again, Sirius.” His voice was thick. Haunted. “I couldn’t. It almost killed me before, I swear to god.”

The air punched from Sirius’ lungs. He knew, he did, they had both struggled, but—“Don’t, loup. Don’t put yourself in that place right now.”

“I felt it give,” he said brokenly. “After everything I did, it just went and people were all over me.”

There was nothing good enough to say. Sirius didn’t truly understand, he never could. He had accepted that a long time ago in the same way Remus had to accept that he would never understand why Sirius was equally happy and grieving every time they spent time with the Lupins. And while he knew how to bring Remus down from the paralyzing fear that came with whatever trauma Fenrir Greyback had wrought, the rest of the world was still in the dark. There was no possible way to lead emergency medics through it without exposing everything.

So he let his fingers curl around the bandages stabilizing Remus’ shoulder and kept him close, pressing his forehead to a warm temple and holding his hand while Remus’ teeth chattered with the force of whatever needed to be let out. “Mon amour,” he said, lips brushing the peak of Remus’ cheekbone. “Mon coeur, mon loup, mon chou.”

“It was like I wasn’t even there anymore.”

“Je sais.” That much, Sirius could understand.

“My body was there but the rest of me…and it was taken.”

“It was.”

“The pins—it would have gone all the way without them.”

“And it will be better now.”

Remus sniffed, his face pressed so tight to Sirius’ chest that he could feel the damp spot forming on his shirt. “Do you promise?” he asked at last.

It was a ridiculous thing to promise a professional hockey player who regularly got body-slammed and entirely out of Sirius’ control. “Yes.”

Remus shivered, pulling his legs up tighter to Sirius’ thighs. “For real?”

There were tears in his voice again, but Sirius would rather they stain his shirt than the fabric of a stretcher or some plain hospital pillow. He would sign the discharge paperwork when Remus was good and ready to move, and not a second before. “I promise,” he repeated.

“Okay.” A shaky breath was cold on his torso. “Okay. Christ, I’m so fuckin’ tired.”

Sirius rubbed his back for another minute, pressing the occasional kiss to his hair or the side of his face. He managed a glance at his watch for the first time since arriving and was a little surprised to see the late hour blinking back at him. “Do you want to nap here, or should we go home?” he asked quietly.

But Remus was already asleep, clutching him just as close as waking hours.

[jackharlou]

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Warning: mentions of sexual intercourse and unprotected sex.

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You have been on tour with Jack and the team quite some time. That means all of you are pretty close, but specially Urban, Jack and you. Everytime you touch a new city the three of you go on little tours, go to clubs, little cafes and restaurants. So, you could say there's a lot of trust between you.

One night, the three of you being in yours and Jack's hotel room drinking and smoking, you started to play some drinking games you found online. One of them had to do with being honest about some things you probably would never be able to admit, at least not sober.

"Have you ever jacked off hearing someone else fuck?" - you read from your phone while laughing. You weren't that drunk, but you were already feeling very light and uninhibited.

"I have" - Urban said while letting go the smoke out of his body.

"What? Who did you hear?" - Jack asked surprised - "I think I haven't"

"I haven't either. I've only heard beds hitting the wall, that doesn't do anything to anyone" - you said - "So, Urb..."

Urban just laughed and took a sip of the rum bottle you were sharing.

"Bro, don't tell me..." - Jack said. Urban just looked at him and they started laughing.

"What? What?" - you asked. You weren't understanding.

"Baby, he has jacked off to us" - Jack said.

"WHAT?!?" - you yelled. You were mortified now - "Oh my God! We try to be quiet. Oh my God!"

"Relax. You're quiet most of the times but you have to understand that we live in a pretty small bus, and the bunkers are besides the room, so, sometimes I can hear some things" - Urban said trying to make you feel better, but that only made it worse.

"So that means the rest of the team has heard us. We're not fucking ever again, Harlow, I swear to God" - you said covering your face with your hands.

"Y/n, calm down. I'm the only one who has heard, I promise. And I know I look like the sick one now, but girl, you moan like if you were a porn actress"

"Bro, shut up" - Jack said laughing so hard. You fall back on the bed, where the three of you were sitting, and placed a pillow on top of your face - "but he's kinda right. And she also fucks like one, I swear"

"JACK!" - you yelled at him, hitting his bare back with your hand.

"Baby, that isn't a bad thing. You know how many guys can't say their girls are extremely good in bed and please them every time they are together? A lot. So believe me, I was blessed with you" - Jack said pulling you to make you sit again, but now you were sitting between his legs.

"Bro, shut up. I'm literally one of those guys. I haven't had a girl make me cum in so long" - Urban said sounding defeated.

"Besides my girl over here with her cute little moans" - Jack said in a very proud tone. You had to bury your face in his neck because you didn't want to look at Urban. You guessed he made a face or something, because he didn't say anything but Jack laughed.

There was a knock in the door, it was the room service bringing you another bottle and some candies you ordered. Urban got up to get them, while you and Jack stayed there in bed.

"Is it bad that now I want him to have a taste of how good you are?" - Jack whispered, making you feel relieved because that's exactly what you were thinking.

"Jack, you'd kill someone if they tried to at least kiss me"

"I know, I know, but with him is different. I would agree to it, I know he would take care of you just like I do and I know it wouldn't be weird after"

You didn't say anything. You didn't want to admit you wanted someone that wasn't your boyfriend, but your body was thinking different. Your panties were getting wet, your pupils were dilated and the way you were looking at Jack showed him you wanted the same he did.

When Urban went back to bed, he found you and Jack kissing like he wasn't there. There was something about the way you two connected that didn't make him feel weird, he actually couldn't move his eyes away from you.

"There are places where, yes, she enjoys being touched and caressed, but there are others that make her so horny. Like here, when I kiss her neck..." - he buried his face on your neck, and started licking and kissing softly. Then he got more excited and you could feel your skin getting red, and probably tomorrow there would be a few hickies, but you never cared about that. You knew how to cover them with make up, you were used to it. Your eyes were closed and your mouth was slightly open, letting out some soft moans. Feeling Jack's lips and tongue on your skin and Urban's eyes watching it unfold had you so horny already.

Jack continued after pulling again from your neck - "She also likes when I rip the clothes she's wearing" - there he took the fabric from the shirt you got from his luggage and ripped it apart, leaving you now wearing just some really tiny shorts. From the hips up you were completely naked. Urban could see now the nipple piercings he had only seen through a few of your shirts - "This shows her how much I want her, how I can't wait to have her completely naked and make her mine" - he helped you remove the now ruined shirt and started caressing your body with his finger tips. He stopped on your nipples, and started playing with them - "This are my favorite" - he said referring to the piercings - "they feel so good against my tongue".

You lifted your eyes and met with Urban's. His eyes looked so dark and it was clear as day the erection he had under his sweatpants. You could guess he wasn't wearing underwear.

"Now, lower is where I take my time. I love her legs, I love how thick and soft they are. I usually kiss them from her feet all the way up, but since we're in this position, I can't. So you can do it" - Jack told Urban, who looked at him, trying to figure out if it was some sort of joke.

"Urb, please do it" - you said in a deep raspy voice. You knew he needed that confirmation from you.

He took his time. He started kissing your feet, made his way up to your ankle, calves, knees. When he got to your thighs, Jack continued giving him instructions.

"Now, suck on her skin. Leave marks on her, make her remember tomorrow that the two of us were all over her tonight" - and Urban did as he was told. It wasn't much that was happening, but seeing his long hair between your legs, feeling Jack's heavy breathing and hard dick against your back had you moaning.

Urban looked up and saw you with your eyes closed, lips bitten and low deep moans coming out of the pretty lips he was dying to try.

"I bet you she's dripping underneath those shorts" - Jack said, hinting what he should do next, but Urban looked at you, waiting for your permission.

"Take them off" - you murmured while looking at him. When you felt his fingers on your hips before grabbing the fabric of your shorts, you felt your body shake, and your juices dripping further down.

He noticed you weren't wearing underwear and he murmured a low "fuck" when he saw how glossy it looked between your legs because of how wet you were.

"Fuck, she's so wet" - he told Jack.

"I know it looks beautiful but it tastes even better" - he said proud of his girl.

Again, Urban looked at you, waiting for your approval. You were feeling so needy and desperate at that point, you didn't need him being a gentleman - "Fuck, Urb, take me. Stop waiting for permission and do whatever he tells you to do, just fucking do something" - you basically yelled at him, making Jack laugh in that deep laugh he always had when he was horny and ready to fuck you.

Urban dived in between your legs like a professional swimmer. He licked between your thighs and then moved more to the middle, playing with his tongue on your clit.

"Urban!" - you moaned his name. He remembered all those nights he heard you say Jack's name from the other side of the wall, but now it was his name. He was the one making you desperately say those words and just that thought could make him cum, but he knew he needed to last for you.

Now he felt freer to do whatever he wanted, with the permission you and Jack gave him, so he grabbed your legs and opened them wide, giving him more room to work his mouth.

"Fuck, Jack, his tongue feels so good" - you murmured at your boyfriend, while pulling his face towards you and kissing his lips, showing him how horny you were. It made him feel good that, even though another man was making you that desperate, you still wanted to have him.

"I can tell how good he's making you feel, baby" - he whispered when you let go of his lips to properly moan and breath. Urban stopped playing with just your clit, and went a little bit lower, now playing on your entrance, moving his tongue up and down. You had one hand behind you, buried in Jack's curls, and now you placed the free one between Urban's long hair, pushing him against you, making him fuck you with his tongue.

"Holy shit, I'm gonna cum" - you moaned with your eyes closed, pushing Urban deeper into you and Jack into your lips. With them eating you out in different ways you let yourself go, moaning on your boyfriend's lips and shaking against his body.

You let go of Urban's hair and he sat between your legs.

"She does taste so good, man" - Urban told Jack. His lips looked so glossy, and you loved tasting your own juices, so you pulled him from his shirt and kissed him. There you helped him take off his shirt and pulled back for that. While he was tossing it somewhere in the room, you moved your face to the side and kissed Jack. When Urban was ready to keep going, he started kissing your neck and made his way down to your nipples.

"They do feel good against your tongue" - Urban said, talking about your piercings.

"I would never lie to you, bro" - Jack couldn't hold it anymore, so you needed to change positions.

Now Urban was laying on his back, in the middle of the bed, while you were in all fours on the edge, with Jack behind you already naked, rubbing his dick all over your wet holes.

"Jack, please" - you begged looking over your shoulder.

He spanked your ass hard, you didn't need to look to know his hand was imprinted on your skin - "Don't call me Jack. You know better than that"

"I'm sorry, daddy. I do know better, but please, stop teasing me" - you were on the verge of tears. You were desperate for him.

"What does my slutty pretty baby wants?" - he asked looking into your eyes, while rubbing his dick on the entrance of your pussy.

"I need you to fuck me, I need to feel you inside of me" - you weren't done talking when he was already slamming your hole, the one that took him so good. You were so used to every piece of each other's body, and your bodies needed each other all the time.

"Now suck his dick, he needs it. Do you see how hard you're making him?" - Jack told you. You turned your head to face Urban and Jack was right. His dick was so hard and his precum dripping from his tip. You started licking on his hard dick, not because Jack told you, but because you truly wanted to do it. Urban started moaning and caressing your hair, wanting to push you to take him completely in your mouth, but he wouldn't do that, not yet. He wanted you to be comfortable.

You started taking his dick, slowly but surely you were taking more and more of him. You wanted to tease him, to play with him, that's why you were being as slow as you could, even though Jack was slamming you so hard.

"Your lips look so good around my cock" - he murmured, hipnotized by what was happening in front of him.

"She does look pretty with a cock in her mouth. Wait until you see your cock disappear into one of her holes" - Jack said, still pounding you.

By the way he was giving it to you, and holding onto your skin, you knew he was about to cum - "Fill me, daddy, give me that load" - you were now looking at him, getting even more wet at the sight of him filling you so deep.

"Fuuck" - he moaned - "You take me so fucking good, baby" - he whispered leaning down, resting his chest on your back, kissing and softly bitting on your right shoulder - "You want to fuck my girl, Urb?" - Jack asked him, while still being inside of you.

"Fuck, yes" - he answered.

"Not without cumming in my mouth first" - you told him before taking him back deep against your throat. Jack pulled out, making you moan, and laid besides his best friend, watching the show you were giving them. You didn't make too much of an effort, he was already hanging of a thin thread. In just a few minutes, he was holding tight into your hair, pushing you to not let the slightest bit of his cock uncovered by your mouth.

He couldn't even give you a warning. He came so much and the feeling of his load hitting your throat only worked as fuel for you to have more energy to fuck those two guys.

Urban's dick was still so hard, like he didn't just came, so you climbed on top of him and let his dick slip into your pussy, making the two of you moan deeply and loudly.

You bounced on top of him while leaning to kiss his lips. Jack, right next to you, was slowly jerking off.

"Fuck, I'm not wearing a condom" - Urban said. You knew, you just didn't care.

"She's on the pill and I trust you're clean" - Jack told him.

While bouncing on top of his friend, you leaned to now kiss your boyfriend, the one who devoured your lips.

"Daddy, I want you in my ass" - you begged Jack, looking at him with those eyes he could never say no to, specially no to that. He immediately stood, you stopped bouncing on Urban's lap and using the mix of juices that were covering you, he slowly sticked his cock in you.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck" - you cried. You never had two guys inside of you. Everything you were doing that night was a first, at least for you.

"I know, baby, just relax, I'll go slow" - Jack told you while caressing your back with his big hand.

You leaned to kiss Urban, to take your mind off the pain and uncomfortable feeling. A few seconds later, you had both of their dicks buried deeply inside of you, there you started moving up and down on Urban again.

The three of you were moaning for the following couple of minutes, until your moans became messy words, the three of you announcing you were about to cum.

At the same time, you could feel Urban's load hitting the walls of your pussy and Jack's filling your ass. You came so hard, falling on Urban's hold while shaking and moaning.

Jack pulled out of you and you fell into Urban's side. You were in the middle, with them kissing your neck and lips.

"You're incredible, baby, I love you so fucking much" - Jack murmured on your lips, making you smile.

"I love you too" - you answered him.

"You truly are amazing, y/n. Thanks for letting me participate, guys" - Urban said making you all laugh.

"Sharing is caring" - you said before having Jack pull you out of bed, take you in his arms and place you under the warm shower. That was a ritual for you two; always making a mess but helping each other clean it. Jack loved fucking you, making love to you, but he also loved the after care. Washing your body, making sure you were feeling good and comfortable.

When you got out of the shower, Urban was already gone, probably taking a shower in his own room.

"You're fucking amazing" - Jack told you while you were resting on his chest, already laying comfortably in the hotel bed.

"I know" - you answered with a tired smile and kissed his lips before passing out until late into the next day.

[sillystardew]

I haven't seen this before but I thought it was a cute idea, so if you like it i'd love to see it written

My prompt is the farmer being good with kids and genuinely enjoys spending time with Jas, so they agree to keep an eye on her when Shane is out of town for therapy or something (and for sone reason Marnie can't).

Cue Shane coming back and seeing Jas curled up on top of the farmer, both of them asleep on the couch after watching a movie or in a blanket fort or something, and Shane instantly having a "Fuck, I love them" moment.

The scenario could take place while they're dating, already married, or while they're still friends and this is the moment he realizes he's in love with them, i'll leave that up to you.

I'm usually an angsty mf living for the pain but tbh I just want Shane to be happy lol

Thank you!!

AGHH yes i love this prompt!! I think i saw it once or twice over on Ao3, its such a cute one!!

Gender neutral reader 🦇

-Shane spends a lot more time with Jas than he did before he started going sober, which now includes picking her up from school and hanging out with her on the weekends and during festivals

-He wants to make sure this kid has a good life. She had a rough start, and he doesn’t want to be another reason for her to feel miserable.

-so, when the day comes that Marnie’s busy and he can’t take care of her, he’s a little stumped.

-normally he would have left her with Vincents mom, but he knows she’s busy today, so who else can help take care of her?

-Well.. the farmer’s not too busy today, right? Maybe she can hang out on the farm? After all, she always talks about all the pretty plants the farmer is growing.

-He asks her, and Jas is ECSTATIC. Jas was super shy when she first met the farmer, but now she loves talking about all the fun things they do and how she wishes she could hang out with them. And now she CAN?!

-She’s hopping and skipping the whoooole way there.

-He knows you wouldn’t do anything stupid with a kid around, so he trusts you to watch her while he heads into the city for his therapist appointment.

-He decides he’s probably going to pick something up in the city to bring back for you two, like food or a game

-anyway! You and Jas are gonna have so much fun :))) I imagine she probably likes to make jewelry (kandi-style or rainbow loom!) so you guys can just hang out at the house and make cute little crafts

-She really likes movies, so you also watch a few of those. You aren’t really sure how long Shane will be gone, so you pick out quite a few

-You two eventually fall asleep on the ground in front of the tv, surrounded by blankets, pillows, and any other soft thing you could find. Your pet is curled up right alongside you two in a big cuddle pile :)

-When Shane gets back and nobody answers the door, he guesses you probably took her out to explore somewhere. He knows you keep the door unlocked though, so he walks in to set down the things he bought, and-

-Oh. My. God.

-He thinks he can feel his pupils dilate when he sees you two passed out on the floor in a little puddle of blankets. Is he crying? Are those tears?

-Takes a moment to compose himself - he literally can’t handle how adorable this is. Why is his heart fluttering? What is going on??

-He turns the tv down since it’s still running, and in the process accidentally wakes up Jas, who immediately glomps him.

“Uncle Shane!!”

“Yoba, kid, keep it down!”

-Her jumping around wakes you up, obviously

-He immediately starts thanking you and apologizing for taking so long

-You’re like, half asleep. You dont process any of it

-after you wave them off and they start heading home (with Jas rambling the whole way about what you two did) he kind of just feels a dawning “oh, shit.”

-lets just say he didn’t get the recommended hours of sleep that night

(If anyone wants this turned into a proper fic and not just this bulletin-style type of writing, let me know! Im thinking of starting an Ao3 account for a shane fic I’ve been working on, so I need other things to post on there too ❤️)

[intimaecys]

this  hadn't  been  the  first  time  naomi  came  to  her  for  relationship  advice.   she'd  always  felt  strange  dispensing  it  ,   for  someone  as  comically  luckless  in  love  as  she'd  been  ,   but  every  single  time  she  couldn't  help  but  try  her  very  hardest.   her  own  personal  feelings  pushed  aside  for  what  she  considered  the  greater  good.   if  anyone  on  this  planet  deserved  to  feel  what  happiness  felt  like  ,   true  happiness  ,   it  was  naomi.   but  in  each  of  those  conversations  ,   the  words  cora  truly  meant  to  express  had  always  found  themselves  stuck  in  her  throat.   she  never  vocalized  ,   for  instance  ,   the  ways  in  which  she  noticed  her  husband  ignoring  details  she'd  mapped  to  memory.   she  knew  the  way  naomi  took  her  coffee  ,   how  she  prepared  her  meals  ,   her  preferences  of  taste  ,   everything.   she  had  to  ,   as  close  a  friend  as  she  was.   she  couldn't  say  out  loud  how  tortuous  it  was  watching  her  try  to  justify  a  marriage  to  a  man  who  couldn't  love  her  half  as  well  as  anyone  else.   as  well  as  she  could  ,   maybe.

"   a  painting  mood  ,   hm  ?   "   her  eyebrow  quirked  up  ,   but  the  smile  that  followed  it  could've  lit  up  the  entire  wing.   "   i  don't  think  i've  seen  you  seriously  pick  up  a  brush  in   .  .  .   what  ,   half  a  year  ?   "   voice  caught  up  briefly  again  as  she  gawked  ,   watching  lengths  of  brown  hair  tumble  out  of  the  bun  she'd  tied  it  in.   "   letting  your  hair  down  literally  and  metaphorically  ,   i  see.   "   the  assumption  that  any  intrusion  into  her  world  would  be  see  as   .  .  .   well  ,   an  intrusion  ,   is  quickly  brushed  off.   "   don't  say  that.   time  spent  with  you  is  never  an  inconvenience  ,   okay  ?   never.   truth  be  told  it  is  getting  rather  quiet  there  ,   but  i  suppose  i'm  no  longer  the  only  one  with  that  problem.   "   light  blue  eyes  followed  every  movement  of  naomi's  arms  ,   the  flex  of  each  fingertip.   in  silence  ,   cora  blesses  the  alcohol  for  having  already  left  her  eyes  slightly  dilated.   if  she'd  been  sober  ,   it  would've  been  a  much  more  obvious  ,   damning  tell.   she  felt  the  need  to  follow  suit:   clad  in  a  pressed  cotton  button  -  up  ,   black  skirt  and  nylon  stockings  ,   she  began  to  cautiously  roll  up  the  sleeves  until  cuffed  at  the  elbow  ,   even  going  so  far  as  to  undo  the  top  couple  buttons  so  she  could  take  in  a  little  more  air.

listening  to  her  ,   hanging  on  every  word  ,   the  perspective  earns  an  agreeable  nod.   "   i  can't  argue  with  your  logic  there  ,   "   she  confirmed.   "   as  much  as  you've  done  there  on  your  own  ,   it's   .  .  .   very  much  a  product  of  the  two  of  you  ,   no  doubt  you  had  to  make  more  than  a  few  compromises  to  please  him  that  you  didn't  want  to.   "   stewing  in  her  own  thoughts  ,   she  too  had  completely  ignored  just  how  close  they'd  gotten  already  ,   each  twitch  of  her  knee  brushing  her  leg  over  naomi's  ,   close  enough  that  she  could  almost  feel  the  sweet  taste  of  her  breath  ,   exhaling  the  addictive  scent  of  the  wine.   "   it  can  be.   you  know  ,   i'd  always  wondered  what  exploring  that  would  be  like  as  i  got  older.   when  i  was  in  my  twenties  i  always  assumed  that  if  i  didn't  have  a  wife  by  the  time  i  was  thirty  three  ,   i'd  always  be  alone.   "   married  to  her  work  ,   as  it  were  ,   and  to  a  specter  she  knew  would  never  come  her  way.   or  would  it  ?   "   but  it's  been  enlightening  ,   actually.   nothing  has  quite  worked  ,   not  in  the  way  i've  wanted  to.   i  went  on  a  date  with  a  woman  almost  ten  years  younger  than  me  last  month  ,   "   a  detail  she  shared  with  a  bubbling  little  laugh  ,   wobbling  further  and  further  into  naomi's  orbit.   "   i  don't  think  that's  for  me.   "   their  positions  switched,   naomi  now  propped  against  her  desk  ,   the  idea  of  the  dating  apps  makes  her  laugh  bubble  up  so  sweetly  again.   "   how  to  describe  you  ,   well  ,   let's  see   —   .  .  .   charming  ,   witty  ,   kind  ,   empathetic  ,   "   didn't  notice  how  with  each  passing  word  she'd  come  closer  and  closer.   "   intelligent  ,   a  master  craftsman  ,   impeccable  sense  of  style  and  taste  ,   you'd  do  fairly  well  i  think.   probably  better  than  me  ,   mine  is  rather  dry  and  dull.   "   red  lips  curl  into  a  joking  smirk  ,   but  the  question  catches  her  a  little  off  guard.   leaning  forward  ,   she  placed  her  hands  on  either  side  of  naomi's  hips  ,   not  quite  touching  her  hands  but  threatening  to.   only  when  she  looks  up  does  she  finally  see  that  an  errant  rock  of  her  hips  would  bring  their  lips  together.   "   you're  a  beautiful  artist  ,   one  of  the  kindest  souls  i've  ever  had  the  pleasure  of  meeting  ,   and  someone  i  admire  to  this  day.   do  you  need  me  to  answer  ?   "   her  voice  had  dropped  to  a  needy  whisper.   "   you're not the one who needs the help i think. were  you  to  see  mine   .  .  .   all  of  the  dusty  old  books  and  me  sitting  alone  in  my  office  reading  ,   would  you  date  me  ?   "

𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲  𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞  𝐰𝐚𝐬  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  and  complicated  one  .  her  parents  were  still  married  ,  love  one  another  like  the  cliche  vanilla  couples  she'd  seen  a  million  times  on  tv  .  two  people  orbiting  each  other  in  a  dance  of  quiet  toleration  ,  rather  than  fiery  passion.  they  just  existed  .  she  truly  believed  they  loved  one  another  ,  but  not  the  deep  ,  soul  wrenching  love  that  she  knew  she  wanted  .  the  kind  of  love  that  consumed  you  and  kept  you  up  all  night  ,  if  the  other  person  wasn't  laying  next  to  you  .  she  never  felt  that  once  when  she  was  married  .  the  first  red  flag  flapping  wildly  in  the  wind  .  the  real  jolt  came  with  coraline  .  the  same  feeling  she  got  when  she  would  breeze  past  her  lectures  ,  or  when  she  smiled  ,  whispered  secrets  in  her  ear  in  french  ,  or  when  she  caught  her  staring  a  little  too  long  ,  when  she  should  have  been  looking  at  whatever  trashy  reality  show  was  on  the  tv.  now  that  ,  was  soul  wrenching  .  it  was  past  the  level  of  friendship  ,  on  its  own  indescribable  level  .

"  you  know,"  she  began,  swirling  the  wine  in  her  glass,  eyes  tracing  the  ceiling  like  it  held  the  answers.  "this  whole  experience,  it's  made  me  feel—"  she  paused,  searching  for  the  right  words.  "lighter.  like  I  can  breathe  again.  it’s  got  me  in  such  a  painting  mood  .  "  her  hair  fell  in  loose  waves  around  her  shoulders,  a  newfound  freedom  reflected  in  her  choice  to  let  it  down,  a  stark  contrast  to  when  isaac  preferred  it  pinned  up  ,  neat  and  tidy  .  "  i  don't  want  to  invade  your  space  with  my  crap  ,  so  why  don't  you  come  to  my  place  .  like  i  said  it's  just  me  there  ,  and  honestly  its  way  too  much  space  for  one  person  .  "  she  still  wasn't  sure  how'd  she  get  use  to  it  .  it  just  another  reason  to  add  to  her  list  of  why  she  should  sell  .  she  took  another  swig  ,  slowly  shrugging  off  her  blazer  that  covered  her  strapless  top  .  it  was  an  easy  transition  of  her  work  version  and  personal  version  of  herself  .  naturally  she  was  a  free  spirit  artist  ,  but  had  to  dress  the  part  when  she  was  on  the  clock .

the  wine  was  doing  its  job  ,  warming  her  up  ,  which  was  only  heightened  by  cora's  presence  .  "  actually  I  think  selling  would  be  more  for  me.  not  only  is  it  too  much  space  ,  but  it  was  always  catered  for  isaac  and  what  he  wanted.  I  think  a  new  place  would  be  more  of  a  celebration  ,  don't  you  think  ?  "  she  cherished  her  opinion  more  than  anyone  else's  ,  always  her  first  go  to  if  she  had  a  problem  ,  or  just  needed  a  listening  ear  .  she'd  been  so  caught  up  in  her  words  ,  and  the  taste  of  the  wine  ,  she  didn't  realize  how  easily  they  gravitated  towards  one  another  .  thighs  practically  touching  ,  and  then  her  question  catches  her  off  guard  .  "  dating  ?  well  I  would  like  to  hope  so  .  I  think  exploring  love  again  ,  could  be  exciting  in  its  own  way  .  "  the  notion  of  feeling  butterflies  again,  that  sweet  nostalgia  of  a  schoolgirl  crush  —  kind  of  like  now  .  cheeks  flushed  under  her  gaze  ,  lower  part  of  her  stomach  doing  flips  ,  as  their  bodies  inched  closer  .  "  aren't  dating  profiles  a  thing  now  ?  I  wouldn't  even  know  where  to  begin  ,  when  it  comes  to  describing  myself  .  "   the  thought  made  her  finish  her  wine,  setting  the  glass  down  with  a  soft  clink.  she  leaned  back  against  the  desk  ,  arms  propped  behind  her,  hair  cascading  down  her  back  like  a  dark  river  ,  bared  shoulders  in  view  .  for  the  first  time  in  ages,  she  felt  both  at  ease  and  deliciously  tipsy  .  "  keeping  it  together  is  one  thing  ,  but  hiding  is  another  ,  and  I  was  hiding  ."  chuckle  falls  from  her  lips  ,  before  she's  gazing  at  her  again  ,  not  bothering  to  hide  how  easily  she's  distracted  by  her  lips  .  "  let  me  ask  you  a  question  ,  and  be  completely  honest  .  with  everything  thats  happened  ,  and  you  ran  across  my  dating  profile  ...  would  you  date  me ?  "

[loracarol]

Friend invited me to go see Lightyear the other day; spoilery thoughts under the cut in no particular order.

I will say, I probably turned to my friend and whispered, "I Would Die For Sox", three or four times? (The theater was pretty empty and there was no one around us.)

I liked it. Probably won't go to see it in theaters again, but I liked it.

The music was lovely.

Chris Evens was lovely.

BUZZ LIGHTYEAR IS A GIANT FUCKING NERD LMAO

NEEEEEEEEERD

The puppy dog eyes lmao

He would have gone along with the new management until they tried to kill decommission his robot cat lmao

The newbie team!! I loved all of them!! Especially that old lady on parole.

Taika Waititi's character.... Can you imagine though, if your nerd, accountant friend/boyfriend/husband/whatever went on a fun scouting weekend thingy, and then aliens attacked while he was outside of the safety bubble and you think he's probably dead but you hope not but you're pretty and then the bad guy is defeated and everyone is safe and your nerd shows up and is like, "oh actually I helped!! with a pen!! and now I'm joining fictional NASA to be a space ranger." Like???

Bless him

I'm not an animation person, but I thought that the hair on the Black characters was well done? Like, texture wise, and it looked, to me, like the light reflection was done correctly for the hair texture.

Izzy is wonderful and I loved her. I would watch a sequel movie just about her tbh.

I get why they didn't do the whole "Zurg is Lightyear's father" thing like from Toy Story 2; in that movie it felt like an obvious Star Wars joke. In the Toy Story universe, Star Wars had been out for ~20 years, and out of it it's been out for over 40? Years? If they played that straight either in or out of universe, it would feel less like a funny joke and more like a blatant rip-off.

As for the lesbian character

Is this Bury Your Gays? On one hand, she does die relatively early into the movie, but that's due to time dilation shenanigans; in universe she dies at like, 70 or 80 with a loving family, a kid and a grand kid. Buzz is the one that misses her life due to time dilation, she's still there living it.

Anyone mad about it for homophobic reasons.... You're fucking stupid

Basically, Buzz keeps trying to fix his mistake which involves doing a bunch of experimental space flights that mess with time dilation and he refuses to give up; we see time going by by him seeing Alisha and her wife's lives change - once when he comes back, they're engaged, once married, once pregnant, once congratulating kid for graduation, etc.

At one point, Alisha tells Buzz that she probably would never have met her wife, Kiko, if Buzz hadn't messed up in the first place and landed them all on this island. Put a pin in that.

Also, when Alisha says she's engaged, Buzz immediately asks who "she" is, so Alisha was already out/comfortable with Buzz knowing, which I thought I was cute.

One could argue that her example of lesbian love is what literally saves the day in the end; the bad guy has Buzz convinced that they can go back in time and fix everything. Buzz is tempted, but then he remembers that that would destroy Alisha's happy life with Kiko and he can't bring himself to go through with it. It's literally thinking about Alisha's lesbian life that saves the day.

I mean, could I write an academic paper on this? No. Do I think it was intentional? It's Disney. But if you told me to make a 5 minute improvisational speech about it, I think I could do it.

It's a cute movie. I enjoyed it.

[the-broken-truth]

The Strings That Bind Us ~ Vulcan's Mission

Summary: Vulcan heads to the other 3 Lord Holds to get information on the Lord Dinner. Will it go well?

Pairing: Donna Beneviento x Vulcan

MY LONGEST ONE YET! YES!

[The Next Morning After The Lord Meeting] [At House Beneviento]

Vulcan stood before the front door as he secured the Beneviento House Crest Clip on his hooded cloak to ensure it remained on his shoulders; once he removed his hands, the crest clip shined in the light of the lamp.

"Leaving already, Vulcan?" Donna asked as she descended the stairs and walked over to Vulcan who turned around to face her.

"It's better if I leave in the morning so I can back come by the evening. I'll get the list first then I'll go shopping for the food in the morning." Vulcan said as he watched Donna's face look off to the side; he could see the fear in her eyes. His hand grasped her chin and moved her face to look into his eyes. "I'll come back to you, Donna; I'd never turn away from you and Angie. Thank you for trusting me with this." He leaned forward and placed a gentle kiss on her lips, which she returned as she placed her hands on his chest.

Vulcan pulled away when he felt a tug on his pants leg causing him to look down to see Angie looking up at him with the eyes of a child.

"Can I have a hug?" Angie asked.

Vulcan smiled and crouched down, gathering the doll in his arm, and hugged both her and Donna. After a while, he set Angie on her feet and gave Donna one last kiss before he turned on his heel and left out the house door, down the stairs, and down the trail to begin his mission.

[A Few Moments Later - At The Stairway to Castle Dimitrescu]

Vulcan looked at the massive Victorian-Styled Castle before him - The Home of the First Lord, Alcina Dimitrescu. He was not looking forward to talking with her but he knew she was going to be the most difficult of the lords.

'Better to the pain in the ass out of the way first.' Vulcan thought as he took his first step to scale the stairs until he reached the massive door; he knocked upon the door for a few moments until it was opened by a Housemaid.

"Can I help you?" The Housemaid asked in a very timid voice.

"Yes, I would like to see Lady Dimitrescu." Vulcan said.

"What reason do you have to see the Lady of the Castle?" The housemaid asked again with a raised eyebrow.

"House of Beneviento Business." Vulcan said as he moved the side of the cloak to reveal the house crest upon his chest. The Housemaid's eyes widened as she moved aside.

"Of course, please, come in. I'll call the lady." The housemaid said as she moved into the castle with Vulcan behind her.

The Housemaid asked him to wait in the foyer while she retrieved the Lady of the Castle, Vulcan gave her a nod and watched as she scaled up the stairs. He stood there in the center of the room - the fire in the fireplace crackling now and then. He looked around - the floor was so clear that Vulcan could see his reflection upon the surface, the chairs, and table resting by the fireplace looked as if they were sown & carved by hand, the chandler above his hand looked like it was crafted with diamonds as opposed to crystal; it was beautiful but too expensive for Vulcan's taste.

'This place is too grand - how can you stop yourself getting lost in here? House Beneviento is more accustomed to me.' Vulcan thought with a smile at thought of Donna and Angie back at home waiting for him...when the sound of buzzing rung in his ears. Vulcan opened his eyes again to find a few dozen flies circling around him like a slow cyclone - carried with was multiple giggles.

"Oh, look at the newcomer, sisters." One voice purred.

"Isn't he the one mother was trying to get to come here?" A second voice curiously asked.

"Yeah, that's him. Maybe he finally came to his senses." said the 3rd voice.

"I'm here to speak to Lady Dimitrescu for House Beneviento." Vulcan said as he remained still.

"Aw, don't you want to stay here?" The first voice asked. "I'm sure Mother would treat you much better than Aunt Donna would."

"You would be a Lord, yourself. Live in the lap of luxury and have the power to command anyone you desire." The second voice said.

"I've said this to Lady Dimitrescu and I will say it to you - I am not interested." Vulcan said.

"If you're not interested, why are you here then?" The sound of Lady Dimitrescu's voice came from on top of the stairs. Vulcan looked up at the towering lady, stating at the top of the stairs, slowing descending down with her hand dragging along the wooden pole. The flies moved away from Vulcan and formed into 3 separate bodies - the Daughters of Dimitrescu. Vulcan waited for Alcina to get to the bottom of the stairs before he gave a slight bow in respect with his eyes closed.

"Lady Dimitrescu, forgive me for arriving unannounced but there is something I would like to discuss with you regarding the Lord Dinner begin hosted at House Beneviento." Vulcan said - his eyes opened when he felt the large hand of the Castle Lady grip his chin and lifted it - Amber meet Gold.

"Are you sure that's all you wish to talk about, Little Mortal? Are you certain you didn't want to see what I have to offer you?" Alcina purred with a glow in her eyes but Vulcan's face remained professional. He rose to stand at his full height, which removed Alcina's hand from his face.

"Lady Dimitrescu, please, I have expressed on numerous occasions that I am not interested in being your...other half." Vulcan said.

"And why is that, little mortal? Why would you not want to live in a castle with servants waiting on you hand and foot? Riches that pile so high could by the world and still have more? Everything you could want and need within arms reach and you wouldn't want that?" Alcina asked.

"I have all I could want with Donna and Angie - I've traveled the world to become someone that would be worthy of them, a partner that would make House Beneviento proud." Vulcan said with a smile when mentioning his girls; this made Alcina frown.

"You would rather have her than anything I could offer you?" She asked with a hiss.

"Yes." A simple answer.

Alcina inhaled and exhaled before she looked into Vulcan's eyes.

"What do you want to talk about regarding the Lord Dinner?" Alcina asked as she folded her arms.

"I want this Lord Dinner to be grand for all the Lords and Madam Miranda, to do that I would like to know 3 things about you: Your preferred dish, your drink of choice, and any kind of dessert you would enjoy?" Vulcan asked as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a paper pad & pen.

Alcina began speaking and Vulcan wrote down her order.

Lady Alcina Dimitrescu

Main Dish - She asked to try the Blood Steak she heard about from Donna

Drink - Romanian Red Wine (I have to pick some from The Duke)

Dessert - Black Forest Cake

Vulcan pocketed the pad and the writing utensil before he looked at Alcina and her daughters, gave them a nod, and turned on his heel to begin walking away - before he could reach the stairs; he was suddenly picked up by his waist from behind and was lifted with his back pressed against the busty chest of Alcina Dimitrescu.

"Lady Dimitrescu, what is the meaning of this?! Unhand me!" Vulcan barked as he began squirming against her grip; he left her hand on his chest and her lips near the back of his neck.

"Why must you fight against me, Vulcan? I know you want more than my sister could offer you but your blind love for her is making you refuse what you really want. Let me give it to you - stay here with me and have everything you could ever want." Alcina whispered against his neck.

"I told you no - I am loyal to Donna and I would never turn away from her. Now - Let me go." The man demanded.

"Such fire in your voice, I wonder just how good your blood tastes." That made Vulcan's eye widen but before he could do anything - his house jacket was ripped open to expose his shoulder and he felt the pain of fangs breaking his skin.

Vulcan gripped his teeth to keep from screaming but he felt anger flood his body.

"I TOLD YOU TO LET GO OF ME!" Vulcan roared.

Alcina was suddenly thrown off him by an unknown force - making her slid back to her daughters.

"Mother! Are you alright?!" The blonde-haired daughter asked as she ran over to her mother. Alcina didn't answer - her eyes were wide and dilated, almost like a cat's - as she looked at Vulcan's bleeding shoulder. The Servant of Beneviento covered his wound before glaring at the Castle Lady - his eyes blood red and his pupils... slit like a predator's.

"If you weren't one of the Lords of this Land, I would have killed you for doing something like that! I won't act on my own but I will be informing Madame Miranda of this. Keep your distance from, Alcina Dimitrescu; I shan't notify you again." With a growl - Vulcan turned on his heel again and stormed out of the castle, slamming the door behind him.

Alcina stood to her full height again - her hand covering her mouth as her tongue collected the blood dripping down her chin.

'His blood... it was... DIVINE. Richer than any maiden's blood I have ever tasted. Whatever he is, he is not human...and I want him. I must have that blood for myself; he must aid me in continuing the bloodline of House Dimitrescu!'

[Meanwhile - With Vulcan]

The amber-eyed man marched down the dirt path, holding his house jacket close to the wound - cursing all kinds of things about Alcina. He made his way to the gate leading the Moreau's Reservoir when a familiar voice called out to him.

"That looks like a pretty nasty bite wound." Vulcan turned to see the Duke sitting at his carriage. "If I were to guess, I'd say Lady Dimitrescu decided to take a bite out of you." Duke said as he wrote down something in his small journal.

"You won't be wrong, Duke; she literally grabbed me and sunk her teeth into me." Vulcan said as he walked over to him.

"Unpredictable as ever, she is; that wound will get back if you don't do something about it. Would you care for a bottle of First Aid Medicine?" The large man asked as he held a small bottle of green liquid.

"I don't have any Lei on me right now, I wasn't planning to buy anything." Vulcan hissed in pain.

"Nor were you planning on getting bitten by a Vampiric Castle Owner. You've been a loyal customer to me for years, Vulcan, you can have it for free." The Duke said as he reached down a gave the bottle to Vulcan.

"Thanks, Duke," Vulcan said as he opened the bottle and poured it on his wound. "By the way, you wouldn't happen to have some Romanian Red Wine, would you?" Vulcan asked as he fixed his jacket back on his shoulder.

"I do but I'd be willing to part with it for 5000 Lei." The Duke smiled at him.

"I'll come to get it tomorrow and a few other things, can you hold it for me?" Vulcan asked.

"Of course, your coin is the best coin for me to receive." The Duke said.

"Perfect, I'll see you later." Vulcan turned and began walking away.

"Anytime, Lord Vulcan." Duke said, making Vulcan stop and turn back to look at him.

"Duke, I'm not a Lord." Vulcan said, making the fat man laugh.

"Not yet, but at the rate you're going, you'll be a Lord within a few months' time...maybe a father even." Duke chucked, Vulcan blushed and turned to head to the reservoir

[Timeskip - At Moreau's Reservoir]

"Lord Moreau? Are you here, Lord Moreau?" Vulcan called out as he walked around the reservoir depths - he searched for a while before he heard the static of television and the sound of someone sobbing. He followed the sound until he saw the hunched few of Lord Moreau sobbing before a small static tv.

"Mother Miranda... why don't you love me like the others? You know I'll do anything you ask me to do, so why don't you love me too?" The Lord of the Reservoir; that made Vulcan's heartstring tug.

"Lord Moreau." Vulcan called out, startling me small 'man'.

"Who...Who are you?! Why are you here?!" Moreau panicked before he looked at Vulcan again. "Wait, I know you - you're Donna's Servant, right?" Moreau asked as he inched closer to him.

"Yes, Lord Moreau. My name is Vulcan and I serve Donna at House Beneviento; it's nice to finally meet you." Vulcan smiled at the man, who was so confused.

"You...You stood up for me. At the House Meeting. You told Heisenberg to respect me..." Moreau said as he a Vulcan were now facing each other.

"He should - You're his brother and brothers are supposed to be there for each other. Donna told me that you were very kind and she was right." Vulcan said.

"I...No one has ever told me that, thank you, Vulcan." Moreau said with a smile.

"Of course, Lord Moreau." Vulcan said.

"Please, call me Salvatore; that's my first name and you're very kind." The creature smiled again.

"Of course, Lord Salvatore. Now, as much as I would love to stay and chat, I'm a bit pressed for time. As you know, The Lord Dinner is coming up and I would like to know what your preferred food, drink, and dessert is." Vulcan said as he pulled out the pad and pen again with a smile. Salvatore smiled again and told him what he wanted to know.

"I don't know if I'll be welcome there." The small man said.

"You're a Lord and this is a Lord Dinner; of course you're allowed and welcome, besides, I have a little trick up my sleeve." Vulcan smiled as he waved his hand.

"What kind of trick?" Salvatore asked.

"You'll find out at the dinner. Have a great day, Salvatore." Vulcan rose to his feet and made his way back out the way he came, looking at the new list of items.

Lord Salvatore Moreau

Main Dish - Grilled Salmon with a side salad and cornbread

Drink - White Wine

Dessert - Keylime Pie.

'That man goes through all that pain with siblings who don't even respect him and a mother who rarely acknowledges him... I'll do what I can for him. He's too kind not to get the love back he dishes out.' Vulcan thought as he pocketed the pad and pen again before heading to the last of the lords - Karl Heisenberg.

[Timeskip - Karl Heisenberg's Factory]

Vulcan opened the door and walked into the factory with his hand on his dagger, just in case something popped off.

"Well, Well, Well - if it isn't the Ugly Ass Psycho Doll's Plaything?" Karl's voice rung out of the empty space.

"I'd appreciate you not disrespecting her like that, Heisenberg; I'm here on House Beneviento Business and I would rather get it over and done with so I can make my last stop and go home." Vulcan said as he looked around the make sure there were not hidden Lycans waiting to pounce on him.

"House Business? What could she want with me?" Karl's voice rang out again.

"This is about the Lord Dinner and I'm doing this to make sure it goes well. Just tell me what I want to know and I'll be on my way." Vulcan said.

"Now, where's the fun in that - just telling you...when you could work for it?" Karl's voice called out - that when Vulcan heard movement and found himself surrounded by at least 20 to 30 Lycans.

"What the hell is this, Heisenberg?" Vulcan snarled as he pulled his daggers from under his cloak.

"The challenge is simple - kill them and I'll tell you what you want to know. Lose and...well, Donna and her doll will be short once playmate." Karl laughed over the intercom.

"Smug Bastard." Vulcan growled and got into a battle stance.

"Ready? Set...SIC HIM BOYS!"

All the Lycans charged at Vulcan but there's something Karl should have known - You don't fuck with the House of Beneviento's Servant.

[Small Timeskip - After the fight.]

Vulcan stood in the center of the lycan bodies - most of them with their throats cut open, some with missing limbs, others with their bellies completely sliced open. His daggers in his hands - soaked in blood. His clothes and cloak with multiple claw marks. Panting, he looked up at the intercom and smirked.

"Ya done, Karl? You gonna tell me what I want to know or do I have to come up there and show you I mean business?" Vulcan smirked.

Karl was quiet for a moment before he spoke again.

"What do you want to know?"

Karl Heisenberg

Main Dish - Fried Chicken with corn and mashed potatoes

Drink - Whiskey

Dessert - Sweet Potato Pie

Vulcan was tired as he walked out of the factory with the last of the lords' orders taken but there was one last stop to make and he wasn't looking forward to it.

[To Mother Miranda's Location - The Lord Meeting Room]

Miranda looked at the kneeling man with ripped clothes and damage to his body that would have killed a normal man but it was obvious he was no mortal man.

"You're telling me you did all this without Donna's recommendation to make the Lord Dinner go better?" Miranda asked as she looked down at Vulcan.

"For the glory of House Beneviento and for Donna & Angie, I would go to any length." Vulcan said as he remained kneeling.

"If you have all the lords' orders, why are you here?" She asked.

"It wouldn't be right to get the lords' order and not get the Village Leader's Order, Madame Miranda. I would like to know what you would consume so that I may return home to Donna and Angie." Vulcan said.

"You really consider House Beneviento your home?" Miranda asked with a raised eyebrow.

"Anywhere Donna and Angie are is my home. They are my home." Vulcan said.

After a few moments, Miranda gave Vulcan the order she wanted and watched as he rose to his feet and turned to leave.

"I want you to know - I still don't think you're worthy of her. She hails from noble blood while you are commoner. You will never be worthy of Donna, even if she loves you." Miranda said as watched Vulcan leave.

"I know but I will give her all the love in the world just to stay by her side." The man said as he disappeared into the darkness.

"What the hell are you, Vulcan?" She questioned herself.

[Timeskip - House Beneviento - around 11:35]

The moment Vulcan opened the door - he was engulfed in a hug...well...two hugs. He looked at Donna who had her arms wrapped around his waist and Angie who was hugging his leg.

"Where have you been?! It's almost midnight and..."She looked at his condition. "What happened to you?!" Donna shrieked with worry.

"Sit down and let me make us some tea...this will be a long one." Vulcan said as he walked to the kitchen.

-After Explaining Everything-

"How dare she?!" Angie said. "She had no right to touch my father, let alone bite him!"

"And Karl made you fight Lycans to get his order?! I told you this wasn't a good idea, Vulcan; I can't believe you talked me into this." Donna said.

"But it was worth it, Donna." Vulcan said as he finished his tea.

"No, it wasn't! No orders were worth the condition you're in now!" Donna yelled.

"I know you're mad but trust me when I tell you that it was worth it." Vulcan said as he gathered her hand and kissed it a few times.

"I..."Donna tried to find the words.

"Please, love. Everything will be fine." Vulcan's eyes shined like stars as Donna blushed and looked away.

"Alright, I'll let it go this time but no more risky trips." Donna said as Vulcan gathered her in his arms and kissed her.

"I promise." Vulcan said as he placed another kiss on her lips.

"Soo..."Angie began. "When am I getting a sibling?"

"ANGIE!!!" Vulcan and Donna blushed at the smirking doll.

[sophieswundergarten]

Oh, yeah. There's no particular reason you haven't gotten rid of tetherball. You just haven't gotten around to it. Sure. Keep lying to yourself

And no wonder it's so popular, if it's the only way to get rid of pent up stress from all of Curtain's stupid tests

He's always framing other people's attempts to ask for help or reach out to him as punishments for his sentimentality, when really it's just because he won't deal with his repressed grief and emotions come on buddy you're just hurting yourself and taking those close to you (as close as they can get at this point) out in the process

(Oh dear, Jackson and Jillson are prepared that's not good)

Martina, oh no oh goodness. She's so fired up and he's just tearing her right back down this is so sad

KATE WETHERALLL, YOU SAY? CERTAINLY THIS CAN'T BE THE CHILD I'VE SOME HOW FAILED TO FIND FOR THE LAST EIGHT OR NINE YEARS???

I'm sorry, honestly I was emotionally taken out by a metaphorical sniper rifle when I read that bit, I just can't believe how bad he is at taking down a singular child. He lost Kate as a toddler and his whole career went downhill from there. He should have known. It's no surprise he declares the kids his greatest enemies later.

And they all think he's about to go nuclear on them, only for him to try and bluff his way through being learnéd about tetherball.

And you included the stenographer!!! Yet another side character I'm way too excited to see

Martina. Why is your title relevant? I'm just curious.

Jackson and Jillson trying not to clean run out of the room so they can quit while they're ahead.

Kate. Kate you are a marvel but please do not follow after your father and make jumping off of/out of things your go-to.

Curtain, in once again being extremely wrapped up in his own head, makes things way more suspicious and overcomplicated than necessary. It's a wonder any of them were able to predict how he'd react to things.

"his son (and occasionally his scientist friend)" PLEASE stop torturing me

He remembers her!! There was a reason he noticed her on the first day, almost like Milligan did, although, obviously a bit different. Aw, and he can see how she looks like her parents :(

Why did he automatically assume Milligan might have somehow trained her to be a tiny spy that is so funny!!!

HE CAN'T HELP CALLING HER "KATE" I'M SCREAMING

They are of such different perspectives but it's still so awful and heartbreaking and both of them are hurt by these circumstances

None of the S.O.S. wanted someone (but especially their children who they had direct influence over) to grow up the way they did, and in the end they all failed.

"The… the circus?" This was such an amazing line you conveyed so much in three words

SHE WANTS TO TRY AND JUMP OUT THE WINDOW I LOVE HER BUT ALSO WHY. YOU ARE A PHENOMENAL AUTHOR PLEASE KNOW I AM CRACKING UP BUT ALSO WANTING TO CRY

He just makes up a tetherball scholarship purely for this highly specific instance

Curtain immediately jumps to, like, 50% of the right answer and is so proud of himself. He's so silly, and yet he is pretty close.

OOOOOHHHHHHH ONCE AGAIN ARE YOU TRYING TO RIP MY HEART INTO BITS?????

Not even his whole re-analysis of Sticky's loyalty, but he's planning on trying to protect S. Q. and he wants to make Kate replace Jeffers???

(Oh, boy, Jeffers would spontaneously combust if that happened, my word)

"“Thank you Dr. Curtain,” said Kate, handing him back the paperwork that had been hastily written up, “for the scholarship, and for making me Tetherball Junior Assistant Captain under the Empress Supreme Magistral of the Flaming Backhand, who I assume is Martina. This is a really great opportunity.”" I love this paragraph so much it is fantastic

THE BUCKET. THE BUCKET!!!!

She assumes he just happens to really love tetherball, you write Kate in the best way

NO. NONONONONONONONONONONONONONO. N O. Curtain is trying to adopt Kate again???? THE PAIN OF THIS WHOLE MESS IS LOVELY BUT ALSO VERY BAD.

He's trying so hard to comfort her, but it isn't what she needs because his worldview is so twisted and desperate and the fact that they could have had such a different relationship is destroying me

Once again, phenomenal job, my friend, as always. Though you may make my emotions a total mess, my heart is full of elation because your writing is so amazing. Thank you for this, and all of your other creations. I hope you have a wonderful day :)

@nobody33333333!!!!

I know I said I'd get this out, like, two days ago, but unfortunately I had a pressing essay that I needed to finish. HOWEVER, I have now dealt with it, and so I get to gush about how much I enjoyed this chapter of "S.O.S."!!!!

(This is also going to be in a few parts, so I do apologise. I wanted to do it justice.)

First off, ten chapters!! A very exciting milestone :)

And I was so happy to see all of the sneak-peaks from the WIP Ask Game slot into this chapter; it's like five different layers of satisfying to see the passages I was really excited to read earlier match up with a piece of writing that I love so very dearly.

There is something so exactly siblingesque that Curtain is extremely angry about his brother "stealing" their joint ideas. I have basically had that exact conversation too many times to count.

Poor Jeeps. He's jeeped it up again.

"How many back-up locations and safe houses can one person have?" How many indeed. I think that either they have a ton, because all of them wanted to be prepared so they just set up like five different back up plans without telling each other, or Curtain's forces are absolutely abysmal at finding their singular safe house.

Curtain thinking about how Garrison is closer to him than Nicholas, even though she's currently brainswept herself is so sad. He had a family, and now all that he can do is compare how deeply their various "betrayals" hurt him.

"The family Curtain had lost" OKAY, WE'RE GOING THERE. OUCH.

But, really, that is an exquisitely crafted line with so much nuance and drama and pain.

It's really interesting that Kate and Milligan's names seem to be at (or near) the top of his list, while Nicholas is purposefully at the bottom. Because he still devotes the same amount of attention and mental energy to thinking about/capturing them. He's just pretending not to care.

" Nicholas, and everyone else that Curtain had ever cared about always fought against him, like disobedient unruly children" Oh, oh buddy. I totally get why this makes sense for his character and everything, but, again, why are you trying to run a school?

It is a skill that you can write Curtain's inner monologue and include such things at “The Endless Burden of Greatness is Mine Alone to Bear.” and still make me feel even smidge of serious sympathy for him. You have a talent, my friend.

You included the bit about Number Two's name!! I find that so funny, and am intensely gratified that you gave him that little thought anecdote about it.

Oooh, the way you included the lights from the shore so early in the chapter gave me shivers. I was brimming with anticipation by the time Curtain fully processed through it all.

It's a tiny bit funny to me that Curtain continually thinks of children and their skills as "pathetic", whereas when he himself was twelve he thought he could rule the world, and still holds that conviction!

"Or maybe Curtain was just being paranoid. Or maybe he wasn’t being paranoid enough." Or maybe you need therapy

His statement about the syllables has always thrown me off, but I reconsidered it here, and while I still have no answers, I have some observations: "Ledroptha Curtain" is 3-2, while "L.D. Curtain" can be considered 2-2 ("Reynard Muldoon" is also 2-2). However, both "Nathaniel Benedict" and "Nicholas Benedict" are 3-3. I wonder if the writers chose "Nathaniel" purposefully because of its syllables, as well as starting with "N". I wonder if it bothers Curtain that his name isn't really balanced anymore (as I can definitely see him struggling with some OCD tendencies; need for control and all) or if he likes it (or pretends to), since it no longer matches his brother.

Curtain's just sitting here judging Reynie for wanting to talk about his Manipulation Salad while pretending to care for more manipulation. I can't believe how irony-blind he is sometimes.

He's so awkward ugh this part makes my insides squirm

It's crazy but also really sad how much Curtain has retreated into his defensiveness since the S.O.S., because he's comparing Reynie to both Nicholas and Pedalian, but he can't get out of his own head enough to recognize Reynie as a person and possibly offer him some grace or even consider why he might be acting so oddly. It's good, because it means that the kids' plan works and their people reading skills have been put to good use, but it's still a little sad.

"who by this point was certain that the backhanded nature of his compliment would undoubtedly be completely lost on Reynie, as he didn’t even seem capable of determining the appropriate time to enter a conversation." Why is he so judgy this is actually hysterical-

Why. Just- Why? What about the Ribbon Interaction was so concerning that nearly ruins Curtain's opinions of Reynie? I mean, it sounds exactly like something Curtain would do but I am dying trying to sort it out in my head because it's so weird

AND HE'S STILL OFF. He has a whole interaction with Reynie, and then goes "Hm, I wonder where the possible spies my brother may have sent are. Truly a mystery." He's such a goofy dork, for all his "Greatness"

MILLIGAN

It's so neat that Milligan loves hiking. I just adore that detail.

Oh boy, Rhonda and Number Two's fighting never really sat right with me in the show, but I am liking the spin you put on it. I think it's probably just because I read the books and I was expecting them to be sisters, rather than colleagues. That said, I am very curious to see where you take it!

The way that you interject the girls' argument with the little descriptions of Milligan is amazing! It really captures the energy of the situation beautifully.

In a way, Milligan is mirroring Curtain in this scene, with his uncomfortable awkwardness and trying to escape the conversation.

Mr. Benedict's whole life sometimes feels like a series of putting off a task until it eventually confronts him and tips over into a domino line of other tasks. Same, buddy.

IS IT CONCERNING THAT I INSTANTLY KNEW WHAT SCENE MILLIGAN'S MEMORY WAS OF AND IT GUTTED ME

You are a beautiful artist and it's like watching a gorgeous quilt come together or someone weaving very fine lace to see you write but also sometimes it feels like you're repeatedly stabbing me in the heart

Oh, oh oh oh dear. It's the Milligan flashback. Still just as emotional the fourth or fifth time around :(

The way you describe his wife is so cool!! It's very genuine and sincere, but you keep the vague, mysterious air as well!! Very good.

Agh, and poor Milligan keeps second-guessing his memories and worrying that they're hallucinations or something, my heart hurts for him. And once again!! He wants to meet her again. I think that it adds a lot to things with how you've been writing him, because while obviously finding Kate again was amazing for him, but he probably had to grieve his wife all over again when he remembered her. (But, of course, we know that he'll get to "see her" in Kate, a little)

The way that Curtain does a full 180 from harshly judging Sticky for being timid and like Nicholas to (correctly) assuming that he's a spy is as ridiculous as it is interesting. Curtain is highly intelligent, he and Mr. Benedict are siblings, after all. However, he is constantly handicapping himself with his distrust of others and unhealthily excessive self-reliance.

S.Q.!!!!

“Not slacking off on your classes, are you?” SIR. What classes????

[tobi-momo]

hi queen momo! i've been reading ur work so far and let me just say i'm in LOVE. the way u write is just 🧑🏻‍🍳💋 hehe. can i request a scenario with akaashi where y/n and him are in a relationship and he suddenly finds out that y/n used to sing/make music/play instruments?? like let's say he was snooping one day on y/n's laptop and he sees an old file of them singing while playing the guitar and becomes intrigued lollll. so he brings it up and asks y/n to preform it for him in person!! thank u <3333

p.s: could the song he finds and y/n sings for him be heather by conan gray? let's say y/n wrote it while they were in high school whilst being lovesick over a dude :(( and akaashi reassures them that they'd never have to make another song like that while they're with him hehe. i apologize if this is a lot!!

Pairing: Akaashi Keiji x Reader

Genre: Fluff, Comfort

Warnings: none :p

a/n: kasldkasld omg i love this req sm its super cute plus i can indulge a bit bc #iliketosingtoo so i thought itd be fun <33. although i dont really like this song its kind of perfect for this scenario so i hope you enjoy! :)) and thank you for the love my darling i really appreciate you <33

Pressing the "Play" button on your computer may have been the best decision of his life. The screen reflecting off his eyes as he watches in awe of your gorgeous voice. How did he not find this beforehand? He had heard you hum to yourself, "la"-ing the lyrics while you clean or study, but never once has he ever seen or heard you really sing. He hadn't even obtained the knowledge that you played guitar. Watching your fingers press down on the strings of the guitar on the neck, forcing a beautiful chord to ring out.

"What a sight for sore eyes," you sang; his eyebrows furrow at your pained expression, sorrow filling your chest as your pour your heart out into the microphone. He didn't know for sure, but it was almost like you meant it.

"She's got you mesmerized... while I die..."

His pupils dilate to your saddened figure- your back slouching forward as you strum your guitar. What happened to you?

"Hey, darling? Could you come here for a sec?" He half-closes the lid of the laptop, taking it off his lap before placing it gently on the bed he sits on, patiently waiting for you to arrive. You come in with a soft grin, happy to see your love again for the fortieth time today. "I want you to do something for me."

Your eyebrows twist in confusion, tilting your head while you lean on the trim of the door. "What is it?"

"Come here," he whispers, his fingers motioning to make your way towards him. You climb on the bed, criss-crossing your legs with your back straight as you listen for more. "I want you to sing for me."

"What."

"Sing the song you wrote back in high school. I want to hear it."

"That song wasn't- it wasn't for just anyone," you mumble, your eyes avoiding his.

"What do you mean?"

"I wrote it for someone that meant a lot to me back then."

"Could you do it for me?"

You shrug, dragging your head up to the ceiling as you stare at the tiny details engraved in the white paint.

Beautiful as ever.

Your voice matured so much from when you were in high school, your lovely vibrato showing a lot more now than back then and your notes stronger and more firm. He couldn't stop his mouth from gaping open at the sound; you were beautiful. This. This was beautiful.

"Who was it for?" He asks curiously once you finish.

"Oh, just some boy I liked back then. Never worked out, but I was pretty head over heels for him as you could tell," you awkwardly chuckle, your fingers pinching the fabric of your blanket.

"Thank you."

Your head perks up, "for?"

"Singing that one last time."

"What do you mean, Keiji?"

"You won't need to make another song like that ever again, you know. I'll be here forever."

His words sparked electricity in your veins, your heart stuttering just like it did when you two just started dating.

Making another song like that was out of the cards for you- even if you have decided a long time ago you weren't going to write another one, his words made the feeling feel more genuine, as you knew he meant every word.

i literally wrote this in like 30 minutes help

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[boralogues]

sets him down. steve gallagher (i did this bc joe did)

i wrote these for funsies

steve kinda accidentally got here. he doesnt even play the drums for them anymore so how the hell did he end up in this situation …. also his tie got stolen by somebody it belongs to ross now

unlike ross he does not want to play the gosh darn drums he actually HATES the drums theyre very loud even to him (who i see as hard of hearing hence blood dripping from ear)

he kinda just wanders around confused half the time, he follows casey because he has no clue where to be 100% of the time besides when he’s stuck listening to the others preform

theres been like one rare occasion that steve played the drums to substitute for ross and he hated it he literally wanted to cry (dont make him play the drums)

also for funnies his eyes can just dilate. like a cat when he feels safe around anyone which is only like casey and joe he does not like anyone else really

hes also selectively mute

HELLO ?!?!?!?! AAAAAAHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCJ OH MY GOD !!!!!!!!!! I love the idea of him following around Casey and Joe that's SO!!!!!! AAAAAAA I LOVE THAT 😭😭😭😭 if Casey or Joe start talking to anyone else he just like. Sits a good 6 feet away from them and watches from afar with dilated eyes 😭 after I'm done watching American psycho I'll draw him <3