#love it if we made it literally brought out something animalistic in me

[god-has-entered-my-body]

visceral experience i am a changed woman

[wolferine]

The Thief

Natasha Romanoff x Reader​​

Part 2 of “Jeff the Land Shark”

Summary: Set after “Jeff.” Jeff the land shark moves into the Avengers Tower with the reader and Natasha.

Warnings: None

Word count: 1246

Semi-requested by 🐊 anon: i can't wait to see more of jeff's adventures, could you do one where the reader and nat brings jeff back and introduces him to the rest of the team? thatll be amazing.

AN: (I say semi-requested because I actually wrote this before 🐊 anon requested it, lol). The shenanigans of Jeff continues! I love this boy so much.

After your mission in Hawaii, you and Natasha return to the Avengers Tower with your new pet: Jeff the land shark, whom you literally picked up while out for a morning jog on the beaches of Oahu. Jeff resembled a baby shark with four legs and acted just like a dog. He also had an uncanny understanding of the English language to the point that it was like talking to another human, although the only noises he could make were the typical animalistic grunts and growls.

Natasha hadn’t been so keen on his adoption, but you were pretty sure that was because you had forgotten to warn her that he was in the bathtub when she went to take a shower when you first brought him home. But even she couldn’t resist Jeff’s charm and let you keep him. Before your arrival back to the Tower, you texted the other Avengers pictures of Jeff, and they were all eager to finally meet him.

Jeff basked in the attention from your teammates. Thor declared him the official mascot of the Avengers and Bruce made him a collar to wear. Steve volunteered to take him for daily walks—although you were convinced he was only doing so because Jeff was the ultimate chick magnet. Clint spoiled your little shark like he was one of his kids, feeding him table scraps behind your back and letting him sit on the couch during movie nights. 

Tony installed doggy doors so Jeff had access to virtually every room in the Tower—causing a slight panic when Nick Fury was hosting a meeting with the World Security Council and the little land shark barged in unannounced. You had been the one to get chewed out for that, while Jeff got off scot-free.

Jeff acclimated to life at the Avengers Tower very well. He learned the layout faster than you had and seemed very at ease in his new home. You showed him how to use the elevator to get down to the gym and even talked Tony into giving Jeff his own password so he could access the pool whenever he pleased.

He was a wonderful addition to your family, and you would die for him just as you would for Natasha. However, the only boundary she won’t let him cross is sleeping in your bed. As a compromise, you buy him a little one and keep it in the corner of your bedroom, so you can all retire to the same room at night.

One day, you’re in the kitchen making sandwiches when Steve comes in, a worried expression on his face as he searches high and low for something. 

“Hey, Y/N,” he greets, standing by the couches in the living room and lifting up the cushions.

“What are you looking for?” you ask.

He takes a moment to answer. “Have you seen my shield?”

“What, you think your shield slipped in between the cushions or something?” You laugh. 

“I’m pretty sure I left it out here last night after we watched the movie, but it wasn’t here this morning.” Steve turns to check underneath the coffee table. 

“Really, Steve? How do you even misplace something that big?”

“I don’t know.” He straightens and shrugs his massive shoulders.

“Maybe Bucky took it to play Frisbee,” you say. 

“Can you just let me know if you find it?”

“Sure.” 

After lunch, you join Bruce, Clint, and Tony in the gym for a training session. But the session is delayed indefinitely when Clint finds his quiver completely empty of arrows, Tony doesn’t know where his glasses went, and Bruce’s workout shorts mysteriously disappear from his locker. 

“What is going on with everyone today?” you ask, as Clint runs back upstairs to grab another quiver.

“What do you mean?” Tony says.

“Steve lost his shield, Clint doesn’t have his arrows, you don’t have your glasses, Bruce lost his shorts—”

“I’m not sure what any of those items have in common.”

“But where did everything go?” you wonder.

“Sam probably took them to pawn off on eBay,” Tony says, and you laugh.

After that failure of a training session, you go back to your room to relax until it’s time for your dinner date with Natasha. As you’re buttoning up your shirt, you can tell her mood is off as she rifles through the top drawer of the dresser frantically. 

“What’s wrong?” you ask.

“I…I can’t find my Widow Bites,” Natasha says, throwing socks and underwear across the room.

“You keep those in the bedroom?” you ask in shock.

“Of course. What if we get attacked here?”

“We live here!” Besides, if anyone was crazy enough to attack the Avengers on their own home turf, they would have a lot more to worry about then being zapped by Natasha’s Widow Bites.

“And? You always need to be ready.”

“You know, I was talking to Tony earlier,” you say, “And everyone I’ve seen today seems to be missing some part of their equipment.”

“Have you misplaced anything?” Natasha asks. 

“No, of course not—”

She puts her hands on her hips and turns to face you. “Where’s Jeff?” 

“I…” You suddenly realize you haven’t seen your little shark all day. “Oh, no.”

You postpone your dinner plans to search the entire Tower for your pet. Natasha reminds you that the collar Bruce made for Jeff has a tracker, so you check your phone and find Jeff’s signal coming from a supply closet. You’re not sure what you’re going to find, but nothing could prepare you when you open the door. 

Jeff has made a nest of Bruce’s shorts and sits inside Steve’s shield. He has Natasha’s Widow Bites on his front legs and Tony’s glasses perched on the end of his snout. Clint’s arrows are strewn across the floor. But most unexpectedly is Thor’s hammer, Mjölnir, propped up next to your pet shark.

Your jaw drops.

“Did…Did you bring that in here, Jeff?” you ask, dropping to your knees and pointing to the hammer. Jeff blinks and opens his mouth in a goofy smile. “Oh, my God. I knew it! I knew you were worthy!” You open your arms and he jumps into them excitedly, knocking Tony’s glasses off his head.

“Now we can rule Asgard together and I—”

Natasha loudly clears her throat. 

“Um, I mean…” You release Jeff and look over at Natasha, who has no trace of amusement on her face. “That was very disrespectful of you to take Mr. Thor’s hammer without his permission, Jeff,” you say as sternly as you can. “Now you have to take it back to him and apologize. Along with everything else you took from everyone.”

Jeff frowns and bows his head.

“I’ll take my Widow Bites back, please.” Natasha holds out her hand. Jeff slips them off his legs with his teeth and gently places them in her hand. “Good boy,” she says. “Y/N will go with you to return the rest of the stuff. I’ll meet you in the garage, babe.” Natasha does not want to be present to see teammates’ reactions when they learn their equipment had been stolen by a shark.

After Natasha walks away, you gather everyone’s equipment except Thor’s. You click your tongue and point to Mjölnir. “You better pick that up, Jeff. Because you know I can’t.”

Jeff smiles and takes the handle in his mouth, lifting the hammer off the ground and trotting out of the closet, his tail wagging proudly. 

“Show off…”

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AN: Jeff is worthy and no one can tell me otherwise. 😌 Story inspired by this comic.

Thanks for reading, and until next time!

[buckyownsmylife]

Headcanon request - Andy getting jealous of the DA because you always casually flirt with him

I love any andy but jealous andy is oof

jealous and possessive men are my jam, but how can we be surprised when we’re literally the same person?

Headcanon Sunday has started! Send me your ideas, I’ll be writing all day!

It started as the remnants of a habit from before you and Andy got together

He was still married then, and you were happy, free, and single

The DA, or Peter, as he liked to be called, was also single, and cute as fuck

Not nearly as attractive as Andy, but you’d take what you could get

So after you and Andy actually started dating, when he went through the divorce, it was difficult to just turn it off that routine of giggling at everything Peter said

You wouldn’t stand as close to him as before, but instinctively you’d reach out and put your hand on his arm while you were talking

And once you realized that got to Andy? Boy, were you out for a reaction

You waited until he was close enough to hear you speaking and then you reached out and squeezed Pete’s bicep, making sure to nail that innocent expression

“Oh my God, you look so buff. Have you been working out?”

Immediately, Andy’s authoritative voice was booming across the break room.

“Y/N, come here.”

It was that tone that had you creaming your panties as you followed him back to his office.

The second the door closed behind you, you knew you were in for it.

“Such a sweet perfume, honey... Who bought it for you, huh?” He asked, standing behind you, his nose buried in the back of your neck.

“You did.”

Andy hummed knowingly, his hands already going under the skirt you were wearing, spreading your legs as far as the tight fabric allowed it.

“And did you wear it for Peter? Did you wanted him to be the one here with you, feeling the softness of your skin?”

He wouldn’t care for your answer really, and you just wished you could see the look on his face

You loved when he was all possessive and animalistic like you knew he was feeling right now

“I’m gonna let you choose how I’ll ruin you, honey,” he explained as he oh so softly pushed you down against the table.

“How do you want me to fuck you? Like this?”

“Or do you want to be on top of the table?”

He knew what he was doing

He knew you were too far gone to care by now

“Just get in me, daddy, please!” You whined before he finally relented and pushed into you, stretching you out

Immediately settling into a bruising pace, you scrambled to find something to hold onto

“Fuck,” you moaned, “he could never fuck me like you do, honey.”

But instead of relishing in your words, Andy growled, like the fact that you were even thinking about Peter at a time like this was offensive

He pushed your head on the wooden table and put more force into thrusts

“Shut up,” he barked, and even though you should have gotten angry, it just made you even wetter as you trembled in his hands.

You were so wet, in fact, that you were sure people hanging outside his office could hear the sound of your frantic coupling

And the thought was what brought you to your release, bringing Andy right with you

“I love you too damn much to just stand back and watch you play with that man,” he whispered in your ear as you tried to calm your breathing

“What if you end up falling in love with him? I can’t take any chances, I can’t ever let you go.”

The fear in his tone had you cooing, finally turning around in his embrace to kiss him again.

“Promise me?”

Okay, so I love jealous!possessive! AND insecure! men 😬 SUE ME

[separatist-apologist]

Listen…There’s so so little HelionxLoA smut out there🤧🤧 so naturally I came to the Queen of Vanserra/Spellcleaver writing to request literally anything you want to write for them, I just need content about them cause all we have is CRUMBS😭🤧

love your writing boo have a wonderful day💕

Look, if you think you can show up in my ask box demanding Helion content you are absolutely right. Honestly, more of this please. We could put Helion in ALL KINDS of positions, I know he'd be up for it.

Anyway, this is NSFW, 18+, edited with my hands tied behind my back.

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Helion pulled himself out of the gleaming pool of salt water, blinded by the overhead sun. Meeting, meetings, meetings, he thought despondently, wrapping a towel around his waist. What good was being the High Lord if your time still wasn’t your own? Helion wanted to float in sunlight until his skin burned. He wanted to float until he felt nothing but oblivion, until he was one with the world.

Instead he’d sit at his desk and a stack of papers while emissary’s for whatever boring High Lord wanted to talk to him droned on and on about trade routes and taxes. Helion had hoped to never be High Lord, had hoped the magic might skip him entirely and then Amarantha, the cunt, fucked that all up.

Not that Helion didn’t still indulge, of course. Just not as often as he would have liked.

His bare feet smacked against the marble, still slippery from the water and he smirked at a gentleman who glanced at the towel hanging from his hips. He knew what they were wondering. What was beneath? Nothing, he thought with relish.

“Give me twenty minutes,” Helion told one of his advisors as he made his way towards his bedroom. “Who is waiting?”

“An emissary from Autumn, High Lord.”

Helion rolled his eyes. “Give me an hour, then,” he replied with a relish. It hardly punished Beron, given he’d sent one of his simpering, spineless courtiers in his stead and yet Helion still could not help but be petty. Let the courtier go back to Autumn and complain about Helion’s lack of time for them. Perhaps one day Beron would take the hint.

He flung open his bedroom door with a relish, intending to bathe and, afterwards, take a nap. Maybe eat after that, read a few chapters of his book and then, if he felt like it, hear out whatever Beron wanted.

Helion froze in place, eyes huge, hand still on the doorknob behind him. The Lady of Autumn, his lady, Amera, stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but a flimsy, cotton shift that did absolutely nothingto hide her body from him.

This is a dream, his mind shouted. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d imagined her standing in his bedroom with those russet eyes filled with wanting. He reached for his side and pinched hard, waiting to see her dissolve into nothingness.

She took a step forward. “You’re not imagining things,” she told him, her voice somehow prettier than he remembered. He rubbed his jaw; aware he must look half insane standing as he was. Helion, unable to put together words, at least managed to lock the door behind him. Had he said an hour? Autumn’s courtier would go home unanswered.

“How?” He asked, fisting his hands at his sides. His eyes drifted towards her pert breasts, the rosy nipples stark against the near transparent fabric.

Her eyes sparked with amusement. “You haven’t heard?”

Helion’s knees began to shake as a smile spread across her beautiful face. “Eris is High Lord, now.”

“How?”

Mischief replaced her amusement. “How, indeed.”

“So you’re…” He couldn’t get the word out, couldn’t bring himself to say it only to be rebuffed. Centuries of waiting, of wanting, of yearning and now Helion needed her to say it.

“Yours?” She supplied. Finally, his body worked and Helion, unable to stand it a moment longer, surged towards his lady and yanked her into his arms. He meant to kiss her but his legs gave way and Helion knelt before her instead, hugging her middle.

“Stay,” he begged like he’d done many, many times before. She carded her fingers through his wet, tangled hair. “Please stay.”

“For how long?” She responded and Helion couldn’t believe it was real. It wasn’t really happening. He was dehydrated, still floating in the pool, fantasizing like he so often did. He squeezed her body, his hands taking on a life of their own as they began to slide the long shift up her thin legs.

“Forever,” he choked, catching the scent of her arousal before he hand the shift anywhere close to her cunt. She chucked over him, as though the scene unfolding amused her.

“Is that all?” She asked him and Helion growled, pressing his mouth against her thigh.

“No,” he replied, ripping the fabric bunched in his hands. She gasped but Helion would shred everything she brought from Autumn, every article of clothing, every pretty memento and, in time, every bad memory. He stood, ripping his way up to the neckline while she looked up at him with clear eyes. He’d forgotten how little she was in comparison and the urge to protect her flared to life.

She slid the sleeves of the now ruined undergarment to the floor, never breaking eye contact. “Is it as you remember?” She asked him, pressing a hand to his hard chest. He swallowed hard because no, she wasn’t as he remembered. Too thin, too pale…he could fix that.

“Better,” he said instead, sucking air in sharply when she pulled the knot out of his towel, letting the fabric drop to the floor. She cocked her head to the side, red curls spilling down her back. A smile curved over her pretty, red lips and Helion almost let her sink to her knees in front of him.

“No,” he all but snarled, catching her by the elbows. “Absolutely not.”

She frowned, opening her mouth to protest and while Helion would have liked nothing more than to feel her mouth around him again, he would have her body, or he would have nothing at all. He scooped her up, reveling in the feel of her bare skin against his own and swallowed any protest she might have offered with his lips. He felt fevered, hungry, and desperate for the female he spread delicately across his bed of white and gold.

He stopped his kissing just long enough to position himself on the bed, half covering her body with his own. She tasted exactly as he remembered, like roasted chestnuts and bright, sun washed apples and Helion was lost. He ran a broad hand up her thigh and over her stomach, over and over, reveling in the feel of her soft skin beneath his calloused hands.

Helion’s cock ached even before she reached between them and began to stroke. He groaned against her cheek, his eyes rolling back into his skull. Had anything ever felt so good? “Let me touch you,” she murmured, pressing a soft kiss to his neck.

“I want to touch you,” he replied, settling a knee between her legs as he cradled her face in his hand. “I want to taste you.”

She sighed sweetly, shaking her head back and forth as though the whole thing were infinitely funny and not something Helion had been thinking about for practically his entire life. Three centuries. That’s how long it had been since he’d last touched her, tasted her…really spoke to her. He’d heard her offer him forever, but Helion couldn’t quite believe it. Their time was always numbered, always stolen in between hiding from Beron and he’d learned to take what he could before she vanished again.

He needed her to feel good, to think about his skin against hers, his mouth, his everything. He needed her to miss him the way he missed her.

“Why not both?” She asked a moment before he caught one of her rosy nipples between his teeth, breathing hot air against her breast as he teased gently. Her eyes fluttered shut and her hips bucked gently, rubbing against his thigh. The radiating heat was enough to almost convince Helion to abandon his plan of slow seduction in favor of rough, near animalistic fucking. Next time, he swore, not convinced there would be a next time. He needed to hear her scream his name so loud Rhysand and Thesan would hear over the border.

Down, down, down, he slid, his tongue trailing a path over her pale, freckled skin. He parted her thighs as her breath caught overhead and Helion thought he might cry at the sight of her, spread out like his favorite meal. Mine, you are mine—

He brushed his thumb over her wet, pink opening, delighted when her whole body seemed to quiver at the touch. He ground himself into the mattress in an attempt to alleviate the ache building but rationally, the only thing that would satisfy him was her clenched around him.

“Helion,” she gasped overhead, the sexiest thing he’d ever heard in his life. He wanted to hear her say it again. He took his thumb and rubbed an excruciatingly slow circle over her quivering clit as he watched over. Her back arched in response, her eyes flying open.

“Helion, please,” she begged this time. Not enough, he thought to himself, circling again, a smile curved over his lips.

She screamed softly with frustration, her eyes locked with his. Beautiful, so fucking beautiful—

“Helion!”

That was good, he decided, in part because he was also desperately wanted to taste the arousal he could smell. He dropped his head and licked, replacing his finger as Amera fisted her hand in his hair.

“Better,” she half-gasped. “Please don’t stop.”

As if he could. He’d just begun besides, intoxicated off the sweet, musky taste of her arousal. Wet, he thought, his tongue sliding back down her cunt towards the opening he very much planned to be in just as soon as she came in his mouth. She was so damn wet it was driving him insane.

He couldn’t resist sliding his tongue into her body, his nose rubbing against her clit, to fuck her with his mouth. She writhed overtop him, her slick coating his face in the most satisfying way. To Helion, he felt the wet like a brand upon his skin, a warning to any other who might come near him.

Yours, I’m yours—

Back to her clit, his tongue skilled, his fingers parting her so he could have more, all of her. Helion was greedy and always had been. He hated the thought of sharing, of only getting the pieces she could give. Everything was available to him now.

He wanted it all.

“Helion,” she gasped again, her thighs clenching around his face. Helion smiled, his mouth moving faster, methodically, exactly the way he remembered. Her hands tightened in his hair, pulling almost painfully to hold him exactly where he was. Her hips bowed off the bed the same moment a scream ripped through the pulsating silence, his name mingled somewhere between. He didn’t stop, riding her through and, perhaps, hopeful she’d let him keep going.

She yanked hard, demanding him to come back to her. He’d intended to slide himself right in, anticipation warm in his stomach but it was clear Amera had other thoughts. She sat up quickly, her eyes liquid flame, and pushed him to the bed before he could do little more than exhale.

She straddled him without a hint of hesitation, positioning the head of his cock over her dripping pussy. Helion cried out when she sank down quickly, taking every inch of him all at once. His eyes snapped open as she began to rock, her breasts bouncing in his line of view.

He was tense, taut with burning desire. It was all too much and Helion knew he wasn’t going to be able to drag it out the way he’d wanted to. She was so tight it felt like a second skin. It was all Helion could do but hold her hips, his fingers grazing the swell of her ass.

She dug her nails into his chest hard enough she was close to drawing blood. She remembered, he thought in a daze. He liked that edge of pain, the feral part of fucking that left gouges in his skin as a reminder of what they’d done. He couldn’t bring himself to bruise her skin, not when he knew she’d spent centuries hiding them. She could hurt him however she liked but Helion could not hurt her at all.

“Come for me,” he begged, so close he was hanging by a thread. He was counting in his head, trying to prevent himself from spilling though electricity hummed through his veins, urging him to let go and give in to the building heat that had settled in his sac. “Please, Amera—”

She came again, the walls of her cunt fluttering around him with intensity. He lost his control, roaring so loud he knew the Autumn emissary knew why he was waiting. His muscles locked for a moment as release poured out of him, his warm come spilling from her pussy back down his shaft to pool on the sheets below them.

He reached for her, still sheathed within her, and kissed her roughly, desperately. This had always been the part where she left him and Helion couldn’t help his terror. Don’t leave me, he begged silently. Stay.

She caressed his face, smiling as she looked down at his face. “You shouldn’t keep Eris waiting.”

“Let him,” Helion replied, his voice hoarse. “I’ve waited long enough.”

“I’m not leaving,” she promised but Helion crushed her to his chest all the same.

Forever wasn’t long enough.

[dreamypeaches]

rating things my bf has said during secks | rafe cameron x reader

summary: you jump on the tik tok trend of rating things your boyfriend, rafe cameron, has said to you in bed

warnings: SMUT, cursing, seriously this is disgusting. im going to hell

word count: 1.6k

a/n: oh boy folks. this one is literally...so filthy i can’t even breath right now. please enjoy. 

pope jj kie sarah topper kelce

“Don’t hold back, baby.”

10/10

-I didn’t

-he loves to hear me scream

Face buried in a pillow, wrists pulled behind your back and trapped in Rafe’s tight grip, he plowed into you from behind. You’d missed Rafe’s touch so much, having been gone for a week on vacation with his family. The texts and videos you had exchanged were down right sinful, but they were nothing compared to the real thing. You missed the way he bruised your hips, the way he held you down and pounded into you until you saw God. He missed your tight little pussy, the look on your face when he made you cum on his dick, your sweet little moans and the way you screamed his name.

But the lewd noises were currently being muffled by the pillow your face was shoved in, and Rafe couldn’t have that. He twisted your hair in his grip, pulling on it and lifting your head up off the pillow.

“There we go. Don’t hold back, baby. I want to hear you,” He growls, yanking a little harder on your locks and thrusting deeper into you. You obeyed, letting your curses and moans out into the air, adding to the sinful atmosphere of the room.

“i’m gonna f*ck you until you beg me to stop”

500/10

-true to his word

-couldn’t walk for a week

To say Rafe was pissed was an understatement. But the fury that burned within his eyes didn’t scare you. In fact, you felt your cunt start dripping in response. His hand gripped your throat, knuckles bruised and bloodied from the events earlier in the night. He slams you back into the wall and making you moan.

“You think you’re funny? Talking to that fucking Pogue in front of me? Did you see the way he was looking at you? Well, he already got his, now it’s time for your punishment.” He hikes your dress up and practically rips your panties off. You scream as he plunges his fingers into you, starting out at a brutal pace, fingers curling to hit your g-spot.

“I’m gonna fuck you until you beg me to stop,” He growls.

“i want everyone to know how hard you were f*cked’

12000000/10

-pulled me in close and bit my neck hard

-hot af

“Look at you, being such a good girl for me, taking my cock so well,” Rafe moans as he slows the speed of his thrusts, staring down at where your bodies met and the juices of two orgasms leaked out of you.

“Does anyone else know what a little slut you are? How good you are taking cock?”

You moan as he juts into you particularly hard and he reaches down to to squeeze your throat.

“I asked you a question, baby.”

“No, Rafe. No one knows what a good little slut I am for you.” The grin that appears on his face is devilish, his movements stopping completely, making you whimper. He leaned down until his mouth is by your ear, breath fanning across your neck making you shiver.

“I want everyone to know how hard you were fucked,” He purrs, strangely tender despite the darkness of his words. The he suddenly bites down on your neck, making you shout before his hips start snapping into yours. He continues to make large, dark marks across your body as he fucks you into the mattress.

“you c*m when i say you can”

2589/10

-don’t tell me what to do

-jk yes daddy

Rafe had been edging you all night. It started at dinner, a special birthday dinner for him with all his close friends. Under the table, his fingers had rubbed your sensitive nub until you were right on the edge, then pulling away as dessert was served, knowing full well that you were his real dessert for the night.

The second the two of you got home, he commanded you to meet him in your bedroom, naked and waiting. You did exactly as he said, it was his birthday after all, and you were the best present he could get. When he arrived in the bedroom, he was removed only his tie, wrapping it around your wrists and binding them tight. The next couple hours was spent with a vibrator on your clit, your legs shaking as you constantly came close to the edge but never tipped over.

Every now and then, Rafe’s mouth and fingers would join in the fun. Licking up your juices or teasing your nipples. Sometimes he would pull your panties on, leaving the small vibrator pressed up against you while he sat back and watched you squirm. You were crying by this point, all this pleasure with no release driving you crazy.

“Please, Rafe! I can’t take it anymore, I need to cum!” You whimper. The vibe is suddenly removed from you, replaced with a hard slap to your pussy that makes you scream.

“What’s my name?” He growls.

“Daddy! Please!” He smirks down at you, eyes filled with an animalistic hunger.

“You cum when I say you can.”

“you look amazing rn”

100000/10

-awe shucks

-was said in a very tender way

-wholesome

“Fuck, Rafe, I’m gonna cum!” You moan as Rafe slams into you, fingers playing your clit like a beautiful instrument.

“I’m close too baby…fuck…cum with me,” He groans, his movements sloppy as his words start to become true. You reach up, fingers tangling in his hair and pulling him down to meet your lips. The kiss is loving and passionate and hungry and pure all at once. You moan against each other as you both meet your releases. He stills inside you, pulling out all too soon for your liking and scooting down the bed to stare at your leaking center. Seeing his seed dripping from you did something to his head, making his dick harden again slightly and his love for you grow. His fingers reach out, scooping up his cum and shoving it back into you lightly, making you whimper quietly.

He sits back up, leaning over you and placing sweet kisses around your face before landing on your lips. He pulls back, staring at your face covered in after sex bliss. He loves you like this, absolutely fucked out.

“You look amazing right now,” He smiles softly as you blush, covering your face with your hands. He shakes his head and pulls them away cuddling up to you and placing several more kisses to your neck as he holds you tight.

“you’ll pay for that later”

sdhfdskkhdj/10

-i deserved it

-my a$$ was red

You’d been to enough Kook parties with Rafe to last you a life time. You were bored, left in the corner to pout while Rafe paid attention to anything but you. You were honestly tired of it, and you were going to do something about it. Finding Rafe talking to Topper by the pool, you walk up to him with wide innocent eyes.

“Hey, baby,” You coo before turning to face Topper, pressing your back up against Rafe, making sure your ass was situated right on his crotch. You spend the next few minutes in deep discussion with Topper, not even looking or speaking to Rafe. Every now and then, you would move to adjust your dress, rubbing your butt against his quickly hardening cock.

“Aw, I’m out,” You say, referring to your drink, starting to walk away.

“I’ll come with you,” Rafe says, taking your arm and practically dragging you away. He leans down and growls in your ear, “You’ll pay for that later.” The words made you ruin your underwear.

Instead of bringing you to the kitchen for drinks, he leads you out to his truck, shoving you into the passenger seat. When you arrived home, he brought you to the bedroom and bent you over his knee, hiking your skirt up and shoving your panties down. His hand met your ass, over, and over again, until you were soaked all over his lap. He lifted you up moving you onto the bed, placing you down gently in contrast to the harsh slaps he had just given you.

“Such a little fucking tease,” He whispers before unbuckling his pants and pulling his cock out, preparing to absolutely destroy your cunt.

“who’s pu$$y is this?”

infinity/10

-i knew exactly who’s

-(spoiler) it’s his

You always knew your wedding night with Rafe would be one to remember. Your bedroom life was already incredible, you just knew he would pull out all the stops for your special day. And you were right. It had started long before the bedroom, sneaking off during the reception for him to bury himself under your beautiful white dress and devour you, or you kneeling in front of him, sucking him until his covered your lips in white, suited perfectly for a bride like you.

When he got you all to himself after the party, you knew you were in for it. The sex was rough and passionate, using positions where he could always look you right int he eye as he made you scream his name. You were all his and his alone, and you would be for the rest of your lives.

“Who’s pussy is this?” He growls as he fucks into you, rubbing you clit and squishing your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, forcing you to look at him. Already three orgasms deep, you found it difficult to focus. But the look of pure passion and love glowing in his eyes fanned the flame inside of you.

“It’s yours, Rafe, all yours. Forever and always.” You breathe. He grins at you, meeting your lips in a fiery kiss as he fucks you with all the love in his body.

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[marvelouspeterparker]

do u mind doing a blurb where prof!tom sees reader talking to a frat boy after class who asks her out (obviously she can’t tell him why she can’t go out with him) & maybe tom gets a bit jealous so he takes her right on the desk 🥵

i literally love this concept so much chloe omg but also how dare you––

read professor’s sweetheart

tom was having a rather good day, class was interesting, he managed to talk to you a bit beforehand too, which was always a plus. but as soon as he stepped out of his class afterwards and noticed you standing there with a typical looking frat boy...he couldn’t stop his mood from turning sour. it was obvious what he wanted from you.

now tom trusted you, and he knew you would never do anything. but this idiot––

“oh come on,” his green eyes were looking you up and down as if that would make you want to say yes. 

“i can’t––” you said, suddenly a little nervous because that wasn’t the best way to say no since you couldn’t exactly explain.

he crossed his arms, a smile still on his face. “oh yeah? why can’t you? you got a boyfriend?”

“...no?” you winced slightly as your answer came out more like a question.

“well it sounds like whoever it might be, needs to step up their game and clarify cause i can’t imagine what fool wouldn’t make it clear that they wanted you. so in the meantime,” he stepped closer, “how about we––”

“y/n.” tom’s voice was sharp and you turned around, eyes wide, not having noticed him. “i just realized there’s something i need to go over with you, do you have a moment? it’s urgent.”

you looked at him thankfully and smiled awkwardly at the boy who clearly wasn’t taking a hint. “sorry.” you walked off before he could protest, sighing when you got out of earshot. “thank you so much.”

you made it into his office and turned, surprised when you heard the door lock. “what––”

tom surged forward and captured your lips with his, his hands squeezing your waist and walking you backwards. he rolled his chair out of the way without disconnecting your lips and brought a hand down to squeeze your ass, making you moan.

he pulled away after a good while and looked into your eyes, he was panting, lips parted as he stared at you with pure hunger and purpose. 

you looked up at him and tilted your head, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck. “you know you have nothing to worry about, right? i’m yours.” 

he licked his lips. “damn straight.” he turned you around and pulled your leggings down, too needy to take them off all the way. he was happy to see that you were already wet and swiped his member through your folds, rubbing his precum up and down his length before sliding into you in one go.

you both moaned as he slowly started thrusting into you deeply. your eyes were fluttering shut, unable to stay open for long, your mouth hung open at how good he felt.

“wish he could be here.” he grunted suddenly in the quiet room. 

“fuck––” you gripped the table struggling to stay up with how hard and how good he was fucking you. “who?” you asked, already losing focus.

“that dumbass who couldn’t take a hint.” he smacked your ass and moaned as you clenched around him. “wish he could see just how good i fuck you, how clear it is that you’re mine.” he grabbed both your hips, speeding up. “how well you take my cock.” his eyes were transfixed on the way he was spreading you open. “that pussy’s so perfect for me, isn’t it?”

you nodded pathetically, barely able to speak, too overwhelmed by the pleasure. “s’all for you tommy, only you.”

“that’s right. good girl. my good fucking girl.” he cooed, reaching a hand around to rub at your clit, his hips desperately pounding into you, almost animalistic. soon enough you both reached your peak, your legs shaking as you gasped and convulsed around him, his fingers digging into your skin as he came inside you. 

after a few more thrusts just for good measure, he pulled out and grabbed his chair, sitting down and biting his lip as he watched you.

slowly but surely you stood up straight and turned around, squeezing your trembling thighs together as you looked at him, your eyes barely open as he stroked himself, his legs wide open.

“god, you have no idea how bad i want you to sit on my cock.” 

you’d never undressed faster in your life.

[mintjamsblog]

Does Alfie ever demand that Tommy calls him Sir?

Okay, this is so late, (I'm sorry, I have sat on this answer for literally weeks). It also answers another ask I seem to have lost/deleted, which simply said 'sub-drop?' So, here you go, it turned into 1600 words of smut, I'm afraid. (Set in my Mistakes AU, but can be read without that background).

Subdrop

"How many fingers Tommy?"

Tommy lifts his head but it drops back immediately.

"Tommy, love, how many fingers am I holding up?"

"Ten," Tommy says, without even looking. "Everyone has ten."

"Alright, love, up we come."

It's no wonder, really, Alfie has toyed with him mercilessly for — he checks his watch — fuck, well over two hours, has brought him to the brink of orgasm over and over again, watched his face flush and his thighs tremble and his stomach contract in anticipation of the release he's repeatedly been denied.

Tommy's so fucking pretty when he lets himself go (when he's made to let go) and Alfie, well, he's always been a sucker for pretty things, ain't he? Beautiful things.

Tommy finds it so hard to relax that once Alfie gets him loose, persuades him into handcuffs or a spreader-bar or, immobilises him somehow, his inclination is to make the most of the situation, to wring him out like a wet towel, count every last drop of resistance as it splashes onto the floor — a puddle to be licked up and savoured (metaphorically speaking, of course, there's no way Tommy's licking anything off any floors with his arms and legs fastened securely to the straps of a leather sling).

The silly boy still approaches these scenes as if they're a test of his fortitude rather than a willing exchange of power and trust. And that's fine, mostly. A click of his fingers or a safeword could end it all, but Tommy'd far rather grit his teeth and pretend he don't want this at all. Alfie can allow that for a while, can give him something to bite down on until he's too far gone to care about giving a voice to his plight.

Usually it takes some impact to get Tommy to give up his sounds. He needs to be pushed past some physical threshold. A firm hand, a paddle, a whip — they each make him sing different notes, eventually, but always the same fuckin' undertone. Anger. Whether Tommy's angry at Alfie (likely) or at himself for needing this (even more likely) is neither here nor there. Tommy has plenty to be angry at; the world ain't always been kind to him and he's even less kind to himself.

But anger, well, it's corrosive innit? Useful when controlled, maybe, when mastered effectively and released into the world in small bursts that serve a purpose; to warn or threaten or reinforce the hierarchy. But not when it seethes in your blood, pumps through your heart and into each artery like slow-acting poison that seeps through veins and capillaries, reaches the tip of every extremity, hides beneath every thought. That sort of anger, the sort Tommy lives with, that anger needs to be let. Like blood.

Not that Alfie's some antiquated physician restoring balance to the humors. Nah, he fancies his particular form of therapy's far more effective, even if his tools are barely less crude than the old-timers' scalpels and leeches. Alfie prefers to mix things up, to intersperse the blows of a bullwhip with the soft, wet heat of his tongue; to lash Tommy with a folded belt, then hold his cock like a delicate creature he's trying to stroke back to life. He'll pinch and tease and whip and probe until Tommy rails and rages, fists balled, teeth bared, every muscle pulled taut as tension wire. Eventually he'll scream at Alfie, at himself, at the universe, then let the breath shudder out in increasingly shaky increments, like he's tumbling down the stairs.

The journey to that point is best travelled slow. Given time, Tommy's tight grunts and growls always soften into something looser, gentler, pain still evident in the pitch of his voice, but threaded through with desire and resignation and something else entirely ... an underlying need to give up or give in. To please, Alfie flatters himself.

That medley of sounds, the unwinding trajectory of 'em, awakens some possessive creature in Alfie. He can feel it uncoiling inside him, muscles sliding and flexing as he drives Tommy towards an apex neither of 'em can see — a pinnacle of endurance or restraint beyond which Tommy simply is. Or maybe isn't. Beyond which he is merely a consciousness, untethered from any worldly woes and oblivious to the sensations of his own flesh. Or perhaps oblivious to anything but the sensations of his own flesh. Either way, Alfie knows to watch when the sounds turn animalistic, when the groans are so low and feral that they peter out into breaths. Into nothing. Into rolled-back eyes and gaping mouth and climaxes so molten they look more like pain than pleasure.

"Come on love, that's it, down we come."

It's a struggle getting Tommy out of the sling, he's too exhausted to cooperate, to untangle his own limbs from the leather, so Alfie releases the two lower straps and pours him out like water. Like water he slips through Alfie's waiting arms and pools at his feet on the floor.

"Up you get," Alfie says, hoisting him under the arms, and up Tommy comes, unsteady but obedient in his altered state of mind.  Alfie braces him for a moment, waits for Tommy's body to harden, for a flicker of conceit to return to those down-cast eyes. Now is when Tommy should swipe a hand down his face, curse under his breath and huff an almost laugh, a poor disguise for self-consciousness, but a sign he's aware at least.

But Tommy offers no such reassurance, regains none of the control that usually washes back as soon as he's up on his feet. He's deep, Alfie realises. Deeper than usual.

He whispers into Tommy's ear, small praises that have no place in any moment other than one such as this. His fingers run down Tommy's back, tracing small paths through sweat that's turned cold, an attempt to distract and reassure, but already he knows it's too late. He's left it too late. He can feel the distant vibrations and knows they'll soon take Tommy's legs.

By the time Alfie gets him onto the bed, onto his side, the trembling has tipped into shivering, a violent reflex that even the finest goose-down duvet fails to subdue. Alfie curses himself for missing the cues, for pushing Tommy too hard. "S'okay," he whispers, "you were beautiful."

But Tommy is straining against the hold, against Alfie's leg wrapped over his own. "I need ... I'm gonna be sick," he says, and throws himself into a sitting position with a violent retching sound. The purge that follows isn't from his stomach, it pours down his face in scalding tears that drench Alfie's waiting hands. Tommy throws his arm up and buries his eyes in the crook of his elbow, taking frightening gasps after every few breaths.

"Come on, now," Alfie says, entirely at a loss. Sure, he pushed Tommy hard tonight, but it seemed like what they both wanted. Needed. "Please, don't," he whispers, hands searching beneath Tommy's forearm to thumb away some of the tears. He wants to tell Tommy he doesn't mind, he can cry as much as he likes. Alfie don't see this as victory; Alfie's not him. But he says nothing, afraid of dredging up ghosts as he coaxes Tommy back down to the mattress, runs fingers through his hair, holds him tight against his chest and lets him cry himself out till the tap runs mercifully dry.

"Why?" Tommy says, eventually.

Fucks sake, why what? Why anything? Why do they do what they do to each other? Why does Tommy allow it? Allow Alfie to pull the meat from his preverbial bones? Alfie's asked himself the same question often enough. Not why does he do this, exactly, he's well past shame over that, but why did he get this lucky? Why does he get to do this with Tommy? To see what no one else sees?  Why did he push him so hard tonight? Why did he think Tommy could take it?

"Why did you spend so long ... you know ..." Tommy sniffs, "when there's nothing in it for you?"

Alfie pulls Tommy out from his chest enough to look him in the eye. "Nothing in it for me? Are you fucking kidding me, Tommy?"

"You didn't even come," Tommy says.

At that, Alfie grabs Tommy's arm, fumbling to open the top button of his jeans and force Tommy's hand inside. "There," he says, in his sternest voice. "Nothing in it for me, hmm?"

"Oh!" Tommy says in surprise.

"Yeah, oh, you blithering idiot. Twice. No fuckin' hands."

He watches Tommy swallow, feels fingers flex through the undeniable evidence soaked right through Alfie's boxers.

"Why?" Tommy asks again.

"Why what Tommy? Why does God allow famine and pestilence? Why do good people die? Why didn't I meet you ten years ago, hmm?"

"Why did you fucking come?"

"Because you’re sexy as all burning hell, aren't you? Turn me on like a switch."

Tommy curls into him tighter, buries his face again, and it dawns on Alfie that he really and truly doesn't get it, does he?

"The first time, right, you wouldn't lay back." He keeps his voice low, strokes Tommy's perfect little ear. "I'd fingered you till you were leaking all over your stomach, all over the marks I'd left with the flogger. You should've been way past defiance by then, but you just kept trying to sit up ... your mouth hanging open, like you were trying to fuckin' kiss me." Tommy burrows further still. "So I slapped you," Alfie continues. Maybe that was a bit cruel. "And you only tried even harder. Lay your sinful tongue on your lower lip and strained up out of the sling." Alfie's hardening again at the recollection, at the way he'd thought Tommy was acting, playing the little minx, struggling to reach forward with his wrists and ankles bound to the straps above him. Only Tommy'd never appear so needy, not in his rightful mind, wouldn't chase Alfie's mouth like a newborn pup seeking out its mother's teet. And he'd gazed at Alfie through half-lidded eyes, in that way he had no right to do, like Alfie was the only face he knew in the entire unholy world, like Alfie could fuckin' save him, reach inside his body and take all the pain away, maybe, or make it ten times worse. Like whichever option Alfie chose Tommy'd fucking let 'im.

"And?" Tommy says, when Alfie falls silent. God, he really doesn’t remember, does he?

"And I leant down and kissed you, you silly boy. And I came in my pants, like a teenager."

Tommy makes a wet sound that could be a huff, or could just as easily be more tears.

"Weren't my fault," Alfie adds, defensively. "Your mouth was so fuckin' soft, despite what I'd done to you. And you. You mewled like a Siamese kitten..."

Tommy squeezes him, through his pants, seemingly soothed by the hard line he's holding, proof, perhaps, that Alfie is part of this.

"And the second time ... the second time ... fucking hell. Right at the very end. The last time you came. You looked so fucking fucked-out, love," Alfie's hands are roaming now, sliding over the marks he's left all over Tommy's skin. He seeks out the curve of Tommy's throat, presses kisses there. "All the fight gone out of you. Covered in sweat and welts and come, so exhausted you were trembling ... and please, you kept saying please." He cups the back of Tommy’s head, pulls him closer still. "And I didn't know what for. And I kept asking you, please, what, Tom? but you wouldn't answer. Couldn't, maybe. Too far gone to know." He bites gently on Tommy's ear, at the little crease where it joins his jaw, the tiniest sign of age on his otherwise youthful face.

Tommy's hand is working now, struggling to find its way beneath the fabric of Alfie's underwear. "Then what?" he breathes into Alfie's ear.

"And then you said please, Sir."

Tommy's hand stops dead at that.

"I ... I didn't--"

"S'alright, love, you were under, weren’t you? Too fuckin' deep to know." And there might be a tiny part of Alfie that wishes that weren't the case, that would like to hear that word on Tommy's lips again, but not at the risk of a drop. Hurts too much to see Tommy so upset.

He removes Tommy's hand from his trousers and laces their fingers together, pulls them up high enough he can kiss every sticky knuckle.

"You want me to clean you up, love? Tommy barely shakes his head; his fingers clench around Alfie's hip. "Okay, in a little while then."

Ain't right to feel so tender about being stuck to someone with come. To like the smell of their sweat so much you don't wanna wash it off. Hell, he'd sleep like this all night, in jeans and boots an'all, if it gives Tommy the reassurance he'll so surely claim he don't need.

[excitedlysuffering]

Green With Envy

It’s past 2am and my eyes hurt so it’s unedited for now sorry y’all😅

Original Request (from Wattpad account): What makes the boys jealous, if possible?

Guest stars: Sasori and Sai!

Masterlist     

Naruto~

Oh, this boy… he’s too oblivious sometimes he doesn’t even know to be jealous. He was at a hot spring with friends once and someone says, “(Y/N) is so hot…” Naruto just grinned and said, “Yeah, she really is.”

But that doesn’t mean he won’t protect your honor. If someone says something a little too… risque like ‘Yeah, I’d tap that’ for example, get ready for more Narutos than you can count all charging you with a Rasengan.

He will not stand other guys cozying up to you. He’s the one who should be blessed with your hugs and cuddles. Won’t hesitate to cause a scene and yell to the entire world that he loves you and won’t let any other guy make a pass at you.

“Naruto, you didn’t need to go that far! You blasted him through three walls!” He’s endearing, really.

Sasuke~

Is jealousy an Uchiha thing or just a Sasuke thing? One of life’s many mysteries. Anywho, unlike Naruto, the second your name is brought up in conversation, he goes on guard and he’s listening closely.

If anything is said that he deems inappropriate, whether it be disparaging or otherwise, Sasuke had better be held back or he just might punch you into next week.

“Sasuke, calm down! He just said I had good taste in clothes!”

Even though he can easily get jealous, he knows the importance of freedom and he trusts you. He won’t come guns blazing (or sword slashing rather) and drag you away unless you need it of course.

The last thing he wants is for you to feel like you’re dating your dad or something. He’s very blunt and if he becomes uneasy with the way another male is talking to you, he’ll let said male know. Maybe after scowling with his Sharingan activated, however.

Neji~

Neji doesn’t really get jealous per se, more like offended on your behalf. Because of his upbringing, which taught him manners and the utmost respect, he really can’t understand talking about girls like they’re objects? Will never refer to a woman as ‘hot’ or anything like that.

If someone even dares speak of you like that, (even if you’re not necessarily together yet) he will fight them, and they will experience the 64 palms technique.

He especially hates people in your personal space. He really does trust you, just not others. Is not afraid to embarrass someone on your behalf. Half the time his glare is enough to scare them off, but some people are just clueless. (They wake up in the hospital)

“Neji! You can’t just throw me over your shoulder and leave! And that guy looked like he had seen a ghost?!” Needless to say, even cool, calm, and collected Neji has his limits.

Shikamaru~

Shika is too laid back to get jealous over little things. Somewhat like Neji, he doesn’t get jealous. He might feel threatened on your behalf, but never jealous. He can trust you with his life why shouldn’t he trust you with your relationship?

However, if someone is clearly harassing you or just generally making you uncomfortable, he will not hesitate to step in and make them leave. He won’t resort to physical violence (too much work), but he will intimidate them or put his genius to use and play some kind of trick on them.

He honestly has endless patience and at the same time no patience? Patience with you if you’re having a pleasant conversation with someone, but will go from 0-100 (or 50, really, anything more is a lot of effort) real quick.

“Shika, that guy thought he was really paralyzed, thanks to your shadow possession!” Being jealous is a waste of time, but clever revenge is always a treat for Shika.

Kiba~

So. Jealous. So. Easily. Kiba is naturally animalistic (in the best way) and just like a dog, can be very possessive. If explicitly asked, he will try to tone down his jealous fits, but will still be protective. If he does have free reign, however, oh boy…

No chill at all, whatsoever. Whether it’s absolutely destroying the object of his rage or just simply making out with you right there. No matter how annoyed he may get, he respects you with every fiber of his being and would never tell you to change or try to control you. He wouldn’t ever embarrass you (unless Kiba and Akamaru pummeling a room full of guys is embarrassing).

Just let him FIND OUT someone is making you feel the slightest bit of unease. One second, they’re chatting you up and then BAM! There’s a flash of white and a huge dog ready to maul them.

“Kiba, what do you mean they all looked at me for too long?! We walked in the door, of course, they turned to look!”

Gaara~

Gaara is a bit of a conundrum, but in a way that makes sense? Like, he doesn’t feel the need to get jealous of guys because when you leave, he’s going to be kissing you goodnight, and he’s the one who gets to spoil you.

However, he will get jealous of little things. Oh, you’ve spent a good amount of time playing with an animal/pet? Be prepared to walk in on Gaara giving them a stern lecture on stealing you from them. Gaara knows he has any potential suitors beat, but tiny adorable animals and children? In his mind, he can never be too cautious.

He gets a little pouty but that can easily be cured with cuddles, sometimes with that evil little pet that stole your affections from him. He can never stay jealous for long, he views it as an unproductive waste of time. He could be actively trying to get your attention, but instead, he’s going to be sulking in a corner? Yeah, no.

“Gaara! Stop scolding my cat, that’s not doing anything!”

Sai~

On the rare occasion that this cinnamon roll gets jealous, he’s confused and shocked. Like just imagine the surprised Pikachu face and that’s him. He knows what jealousy is, he can identify it just fine, but he doesn’t know why he’s jealous.

You aren’t doing anything, all you did was laugh at someone else’s jokes, but still… do you find them funnier than him? Are you going to leave him because he’s not that funny?! Cue the slow onset into insanity… Poor Sai is losing his mind to paranoia and made-up scenarios.

Will most certainly drag you away (gently) from whoever is taking your attention and leave. He doesn’t even bother with a fake smile, they don’t deserve it. He’ll explain to you calmly even though he’s panicking on the inside. Once he is back to normal he’ll show you his nearest artwork.

“What the-! Sai, you can’t just draw caricatures on people’s car!” You don’t even want to know how he figures out which car is theirs...

Kakashi~

Too cocky to be jealous. He has the right to be though because one glance at him without his face mask can cause instant pregnancy. Anywho, he knows you love him and some guy trying to hit on you like some high school douche isn’t going to change that.

He does like to intervene, however, just to flex like ‘yeah, I’m the boyfriend, now get lost’.

He’s not big on PDA, so he won’t start kissing you to ward off strangers, but he will wrap on arm around you or hold your hand and ask who your ‘friend’ is.

When there’s that one stubborn person who won’t take a hint, Kakashi doesn’t mind rocking someone’s world or getting kicked out, he needed to perfect that one offense technique anyways. He’s pretty laid back though, so it has to be somewhat drastic for this though, plus he knows you can handle yourself.

“A thousand years of death?! Isn’t it weird to be poking old men in the butt?!

~Akatsuki~

Pein~

Pfft. Who does he have to be jealous of? He’s a god among mortals, after all. To him, you’re a goddess and as such you belong with someone like him, not the peasants around you.

But on the offhand chance that someone doesn’t heed his godly status, he will not hesitate to pull you into his side and yell ‘Almighty Push’ and totally obliterate that loser. (A/N: Holy crap I think that needs to be a one-shot cuz, wow, Pein being all protective is making me swoon?)

If it’s not a big deal, he’ll easily let you take care of it. If you’re strong enough to catch Pein’s attention, you’re more than strong enough to deal with some lowlife. That doesn’t mean, however, that they won’t feel his wrath too.

If you ever want to witness a true royal rumble, dare someone to mess with Pein’s S/O. It’d be an epic tag team match (slaughter, really) for the ages. One would d be surprised how quick he can lose his cool when it comes to you.

“Pein, that’s the fifth time this month! Kakuzu is going to murder me if I ask for money to fix this wall!”

Deidara~

Need I even say it? Jealous boy all the way. You’re his favorite masterpiece so why should let an uncultured swine who doesn’t even understand your worth touch you? Rhetorical question, he wouldn’t.

He is not above fighting or placing a bomb on someone who gives you one too many glances. He’d make sure they knew it wasn’t art, they weren’t good enough for that, before blowing the offender up.

No one and he means no one gets to talk bad about his S/O. If someone insults you in his presence they might as well as swallowed one of his explosives and trusted him not to blow them up.

Will one 100% hide you from view if you look too appealing. He thinks you look ravishing, but he’s the only one who should be able to think that, in his opinion. Don’t worry, no one’s ever gotten close enough to harass you with Dei around. His one-eyed scowl is a great deterrent.

“Deidara! You blew up my favorite restaurant! He didn’t even say anything to me!”

Sasori~

Would rather die before admitting he was jealous. As adamant about not being jealous as he is about art being eternal. That’s not to say that he won’t take action though. He will use chakra strings to make the perpetrator walk away, meanwhile making them bump into literally everything in the general vicinity.

The two of you don’t leave the base all that often so it’s unusual to see an envious Sasori action, but it’s a real treat when it happens. After he deals with whatever idiot crossed him, he’ll be a bit more affectionate that day/night.

Not huge things, but instead of working on puppets all night, he’d be more apt to hold you that night. Average people hitting on you make him insecure because he realizes he’s not that great at normal relationships but he still doesn’t want to lose you. That feeds into his jealousy and he figures the only way to get rid of it is to make sure those other guys can’t offer anything he doesn’t have.

“Sasori! If you wanted a hug, you could’ve said that instead of treating that guy like a ball inside of a pinball machine!”

[slasherwife]

(I was originally thinking of Michael Myers for that ask, but honestly any slasher you see fit to add would also be a treat to read 💕)

aww kk! 💕 (i literally love this idea here u go uWu 🥺💖💖)

“Sharp as knives...”

RZ!MichaelxReader

by jena marie

Summary:

Y/n just seems too badass and lethal for anyone in Haddonfield, except for one man. She signs her fate unknowingly when she snaps a pervert in half at the bar. Just like that, Michael wants her. xD warnings: cussing and a wee bit of violence :) also michael being a total stalker but what were we expecting

Her eyes were piercing. Sharp and direct as knives. It was like she looked right through you. She wore eyeliner that made them darker than they already were, and her hair flowed like a waterfall as she walked the streets. When she was angry, her voice could cut metal, and she never showed her teeth unless she was snarling.

Michael was in love. He though she resembled something of a feral wolf, and yet she was such a tiny little thing. One time she went into 7/11 for cigarettes, and her tshirt was so large that the shoulder-sleeves went past her elbows, and the bottom reached her mid-thigh. Her shorts barely showed, and her hair was in a messy bun. He watched her the entire time, practically glowing with dominance over the whole vicinity even though he was nowhere to be seen. He was there for her only. He was going to be the ultimate nightmare to anyone who gave her so much as a wrong look.

One time he got close enough to see her wrists, and how easily he could snap them within his grip. Once he could see her slender neck, and imagined how perfectly it would pulse around his long, thick fingers. He wanted to feel that, and yet the thought of harming her brought him anguish.

Today was hotter than normal, and Michael sought shade in the pine trees as usual. It was quiet in there and no person thought to go wandering, so that was his home for now.

There she was again. Her languid steps and flowing hair, bounced as she walked with purpose to the new bar that had opened up a few months ago. Michael watched, eyes cracked and predatory, his gaze on her pretty little form.

She was getting closer. Her form growing, although not so much due to the height of this pretty girl.

Michael wanted to sneer at how tiny she looked up close, and was too caught up in his fantasies to notice that she caught sight of his face in the bushes, and was making her way to him.

Her eyes were piercing, sharp, direct. They cut through Michael and he loved it. He never wanted to look away from the sheer power she radiated. They were e/c. Beautiful, like gems, against the glow of hell within them.

Then she was still. And they stood five feet apart.

“Have you been following me?” Her voice wasn’t sharp, it wasn’t threatening, nor did it sound frightened or shaky. It stood tall, and Michael couldn’t read her expression. It was a blank page.

Michael nodded slowly, not emitting any sound whatsoever. It was deathly quiet.

“Why?”

She wanted to know if he wanted to hurt her. Maybe he wanted to take her forcefully against a tree or on the asphalt against the dark sky.

Michael didn’t reply. He only stared. It was something intense, brooding, large. The gaze, Michael’s usually and most casual look, emitted danger, darkness, and sadism. It was something that you didn’t want to come near, let alone be in the view of. And yet she didn’t even flinch. She didn’t even blink. They’re gazes we’re locked, like two lions trying to intimidate each other.

Then, Michael wanted to see something. He wanted to see her reaction. He reached out, and grabbed her wrist, his rough hands scratching against her soft skin. He pulled her towards her, to which she obliged with a blank face, and he could finally smell her scent.

She smelled like an oak forest, peppermint, and jasmine. He could smell her perfume and her shampoo.

Y/n caught his scent too. He smelled like every dark thought she had ever had, every sinful desire, every morbid feeling— and yet so sweet.

He dug his fingers into her hair, something that seemed rough to Y/n, but bliss to Michael.

“I have to go.” She said, an edge to her voice that Michael couldn’t name, and his grip tightened. He seemed to growl. The sound echoed, and it swallowed her.

Michael then let go, and the girl stumbled backwards. Then it showed on her face, giving Michael a sense of satisfaction. She wasn’t scared, but she looked up at his in awe. How morbid, how dark, how beautiful it is to experience a scratch of his impulses and want more.

Michael stepped back, disappearing into the pines like a ghost.

The guitar was loud, blaring in the dark lit room, the bass shook the floor, and Y/n was having the time of her life. A man from the bar licked his lips with predatory eyes and Michael was already aware. He was internally shaking at the thought of competition. Then again, when does he ever lose?

The man with messy hair contained within a dirty baseball cap rose from his chair, and stalked drunkenly over to her. Michael seethed, as he watched through the small window of the staff-only room of the bar with the manager strangled dead on the floor behind him. He growled a guttural and animalistic growl, and watched with eyes aflame and murderous.

She strummed, making her guitar wail in a fit of rhyme and rythme, and she never wanted to stop. She didn’t even notice the poor man until he felt her up from behind her. She initially pushed him away slightly and absentmindedly, too caught up in her trance of music and being drunk on rhythm.

Her attention was snagged like a skirt on a thorn bush when the man grabbed onto her and her guitar, making the music stutter to a stop with unwelcome hands on her body.

Rage in her body bubbled up and exploded like an active volcano. She was in such a shaking, violent, overwhelming rage that she wasn’t just seeing red, she was seeing black spots in her vision.

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Michael watched in awe as her fist flew to his nose, and the man fell back with a spray of blood from his nose. He clutched it in a pitiful yelp, followed by another pained yell as she, this tiny, petite girl roundhouse kicks him in the ball-sack and he fell to the floor.

“Fucking prick!” She spat, and she whipped her head away from the pitiful excuse for a man keening on the ground, practically immobile. She wiped her nose and fixed her clothing, then sighed, trying to keep her heart rate under control.

Michael was amazed. He was smitten. Yes— The Shape, Michael Myers, was smitten, taken aback, and extremely turned on. He didn’t understand why he felt this way over someone so insignificant, and yet he couldn’t turn himself away. The way she didn’t hesitate to temporarily maim him sent a delicious feeling throughout Michael’s body because it was like she was begging to be tamed. This lone wolf, feral and unpredictable, was undeserved to almost every man alive. Every man alive didn’t have the hands strong enough to carry her crown, but Michael does. And he will.

Her eyes were closed, trying to compose herself when an alarm was pulled, and it was blaring in the ears of everyone.

Police had showed up because one of the employees discovered the body of the manager in the back, and Y/n had her suspicions, and she was smart enough to know soon who the man in the pines was— and she knew.

She knew what would become of her and him, all that was due now was time.

i hope u liked ittt 💕💕

[mysticalnightenthusiast]

S.N.A.F.U CH42 ‘SURPRISE!’

Due to their physical activities the evening before Eadaoin didn’t wake when Daniel rose the following morning, she woke just before lunchtime before venturing downstairs and meeting Tiffany Valtteri’s girlfriend in the lobby, the pair of women then ventured into the centre of Austin for a bit of shopping. Daniel was busy all day with media and team commitments but still managed to check in on her with text messages and mini videos of what he was up to, it was then with some surprise just after five o’clock Eadaoin returned to the hotel, laden down with bags to find Daniel in their room a towel wrapped low around his hips having obviously just gotten out of the shower.

“You’re back!” she exclaimed in surprise dumping her bag on the end of their bed and kissing him soundly on the lips “I wasn’t expecting you to get back before me.”

“My last thing for the day ended a little earlier than I was expecting,” the curly haired Australian replied cheerfully “I do have another small thing to do in an hour or so but that should only take a few minutes.”

“Another media thing?” Eadaoin enquired as she dug through one of the bags she had brought back with her.

“More PR,” Daniel replied easily “then we can head out to dinner, Pippa booked us a table at my favourite restaurant and live music venue, you’re going to love it darling I know you are.”

“I saw something today and I immediately thought of you,” Eadaoin said eyeing him up and down and licking her lips lasciviously her gaze lingering on his semi-erect cock as he dropped the towel around his waist and headed for the dresser drawer “so I bought it.  Would you like to see what it is?”

Daniel noticed how she was looking at him and winked.

“Can I at least put some pants on first?” he asked.

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” Eadaoin said beckoning to him salaciously with a singular index finger “come heeere.”

Daniel made his over to her and jumped slightly as she grasped his cock and slid her lips over the head and down the shaft.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!” he moaned “oh god that feels gooooood!”

“Been wanting to do this all day,” Eadaoin purred a line of saliva connecting her mouth with his hardness “I just about had to go buy some new knickers you were making me so wet.”

“How?” Daniel exclaimed in surprise as she pumped him agonizingly slowly “I left before you woke up this morning and I literally didn’t see you all day.”

“HmmmmMpph....you didn’t need to see me to make me wet.” Eadaoin replied flicking the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue “just the texts, the selfies....”

“None of which were sexuaohjesusfuck!”

Daniel was cut off mid sentence at the precise moment she decided to swallow him whole, the tip of her nose just touching his muscular abdomen.  He grabbed her hair roughly and thrust into her mouth, a deep feeling of anticipation settling in his stomach.

“Keep doing that and I’m not gonna be able to control myself!” he groaned as she slurped at him with unrestrained enthusiasm “god your mouth looks good on my cock, oh yeah that’s it UGH!”

Daniel grabbed Eadaoin’s ponytail and fucked her mouth right to the point of climaxing, he then yanked her up, pushed her against the dresser, pulled up her dress and yanked aside her knickers before thrusting himself into her.

“You’re a fucking tease,” he snarled in her ear fucking her with as much force as he could muster “so fucking wet for me, did you touch yourself today huh?”

“N-gh-no,” she choked out “c-could-n’t get t-time ‘lone.  Would r-ather y-you t-ouch me.”

Daniel reached down and slapped Eadaoin’s clit.

“Gonna make you scream baby,” he groaned in her ear “you gonna come around me?”

Eadaoin arched her back which caused her to sink further onto him.

“Ug huh,” she moaned “fuck me Dan, fill me up babe,”

The words slipping from her lips was enough to turn Daniel into an animalistic predator. He fucked Eadaoin with every ounce of his being grabbing her hips and biting her collarbone in a way he knew would leave obvious bruises in a few hours.  Her eyes rolled back in her head and she came, her climax hitting her so hard she lost the ability to stand up under her own power.  Daniel grabbed her hips even harder with one hand and continued his assault on her clit with the other.

“C’mon baby one more time for me,” he groaned as he felt his own moment near “I haven’t seen you alllllll daaaaaay.”

“Noooooo I caaaan’t!” Eadaoin moaned as she tried to writhe away from him “too sens-sitive!”

“You-can-do-it-sweetheart,” Daniel breathed in her ear as the lamp and Eadaoin’s handbag fell from the dresser fell onto the carpeted floor “just one more time Darling for me?”

Once, twice and the third swipe of his fingers on her sensitive nub was enough to send Eadaoin over the edge again, she climaxed violently and feeling her peak was enough for Daniel to follow her over the edge, he released into her with a deep guttural groan, thrusting into her lazily as he came down from his own high.

“Oh d-darling that w-was-out of th-is world!” he heaved once he had recovered enough to speak “can you stand up on your own?”

The sassy redhead wordlessly shook her head, unable to vocalise her response.  Daniel gently wrapped his arms around her waist and held her securely as he slipped from her, she groaned as the feeling of fullness disappeared and their combined release poured out of her and down her legs.

“Fucking hell housekeeping are going to kill us,” he joked leaning down and gently picking her up “are you sore?”

“Little, y’bit me,” Eadaoin replied slowly reaching up to her collarbone to where he had bitten her in a moment of passion “fucking hell, you bit me!  Who are you and what did you do with Daniel Ricciardo?”

Daniel couldn’t help it and laughed

“Sorry I got a bit carried away,” he said sheepishly taking her into the bathroom “and now I need another shower.”

Daniel set Eadaoin down on the ledge of the shower and turned the water on.

“That was out of this world,” Eadaoin said in a quiet voice trembling slightly as Daniel began washing her lovingly “I’ve never lost my mind like that before.  I swear I passed out.”

“Nah you were with me all the time,” he said pouring some of her favourite body wash onto a puff and rubbing her body with it “I would have stopped if you had passed out.” 

“I don’t know if I’m going to be able to go out tonight,” Eadaoin said a few minutes later, leaning into his touch as he rubbed shampoo into her hair “I’m always knackered after we make love.”

Daniel felt a slight panic rise in his chest at her words.

“Aw darling you have to come out tonight, Michael and Blake want to catch up, they haven’t seen you in weeks, plus there’s brisket!” he said “neck a Red Bull and that’ll perk you up.”

“I’m going to have to; I barely have the energy to sit up!” Eadaoin exclaimed with a giggle “you didn’t fuck me that hard in St Tropez, and we had sex last night too!”

“Eh something about you flips a switch,” Daniel said gently rinsing her hair “how are you feeling now?”

“Better,” Eadaoin relied slowly standing up “thanks for looking after me.”

Daniel pressed a kiss to her forehead.

“That’s alright darling,” he said softly.

Daniel and Eadaoin spent another half an hour under the scalding water then got out and began getting ready for their night out.  Eadaoin was in the bathroom finishing off her hair when Daniel’s phone rang flashing the caller I.D ‘P.A EXTRAORDINAIRE!” grinning, he picked up the device and answered it.

“Hello?” he said cheerfully.

“Hey Danny it’s Pip,” Pippa said “I’m here in Donnacha, Roisin and Cahir’s suite.  Can I bring them upstairs yet?”

“Give it ten minutes, Eadie’s just finishing her hair,” Daniel said “I’ll make up some excuse why we’re not leaving for dinner straight away okay?”

“You got it kiddo, see you soon.”

Daniel hung up and made his way into the bathroom where Eadaoin was brushing her hair into a high ponytail.

“You’re glowing,” he said watching her twist an elastic around her hair.

“Yeah well that’s because you fucked me into next week isn’t it?” she reasoned with a wry smile “I still feel sensitive down there you know.  We might need to lay off the hanky panky til after the race on Sunday.”

“I didn’t mean to be so rough on you,” Daniel said apologetically.

“Babe stop apologising, that was literally the best sex I’ve ever had, I’m not complaining,” Eadaoin informed him with a giggle “to be honest it was a huge turn on you being rough and animalistic.”

“Maybe after the race we can explore that a bit more,” Daniel suggested with a grin “though part of the allure was the spontaneity.”

“I’m down for whenever it happens next,” Eadaoin informed him as she applied a little dusky rose lipstick to her lips “How do I look?”

“Beautiful,” Daniel replied tucking an errant strand of hair behind her ear “my phone rang while you were drying your hair, Michael and Blake are ten minutes away, when they get here we can head off.”

“Good I’m starving,” Eadaoin replied as she made her way back into their bedroom “I’m almost as enthusiastic about brisket tonight as you are.”

Daniel couldn’t help it and laughed heartily

“Worked up an appetite then?” he said cheekily smacking her backside “so what were you going to give me before we got carried away?

“Oh I forgot!” Eadaoin exclaimed as she made her way over to the pile of bags she had brought home from town “here...”

Eadaoin retrieved a small and worn velvet ring box from one of the bags and held it out to him.  He took it with a raised eyebrow and a smirk

“Is this how you planned to propose?” he asked.

Eadaoin rolled her eyes.

“I’m not proposing,” he said dryly “if I was going to do that it’d be in entirely more romantic circumstances.”

Daniel fixed her with a curious look then opened the box and immediately laughed inside the box was a gold men’s signet ring with ‘Let’s Fuck’ engraved on the face.

“Let’s fuck?” he said with a snort “where did you find this?”

“In an antique store right in the middle of the city,” Eadaoin replied with a grin taking the ring and slipping it onto the ring finger of his right hand “it fits too, d'you like it?”

Daniel grinned.

“I love it,” he said “I’m going to wear it all the time.”

“Oh don’t do that, someone will take a pic of you wearing it, the fan girls will blow it up and you’ll be a fandom meme,” Eadaoin told him “just wear it once in a while when you’re feeling cheeky.”

“If you’re around I always feel cheeky darling,” Daniel informed her with a wink.

A few minutes later a knock came at the suite door.

“I need you to put this over your eyes,” Daniel said handing Eadaoin one of his apparel shirts.

“What?  Why?” the redhead asked in confusion.

“Because that knock at the door is the next part of your birthday present and it’s rather bulky and I don’t want you to see it before I bring it into the room,” Daniel said “please darling?”

Eadaoin rolled her eyes and sighed.

“You’re the only person I would do this for,” she said in amused exasperation as she folded the shirt into a blindfold “I usually prefer to wear a blindfold in slightly more salacious circumstances.”

“Well maybe we can explore that line of entertainment later tonight when we go to bed,” Daniel suggested as he helped her affix the blindfold to her head “okay stay here, I’ll be back in a minute.”

Daniel left Eadaoin sitting on the end of the bed and made his way out into the main part of the suite; he hurried to the door and looked through the peep hold before opening it to Pippa standing with Donnacha, Roisin and Cahir.  He immediately held a finger to his lips.

“Hey hey,” he said in a low voice “shh shh she’s in the bedroom, come through.”

“I’ll see you at the restaurant,” Pippa told her charge.

“Thanks Pip!”

“Has she twigged yet?” Cahir asked in a whisper.

“Nope she has no idea,” Daniel responded with a grin leading the trio further into the suite “wait here, I’ll go get her.”

Daniel left Donna Roisin and Chair in the middle of the suit and slipped into the bedroom to get Eadaoin.

“Darling your present is ready,” he said gently grasping her hand and helping her to her feet “you ready to open it?”

“Is it something lascivious?”

“Nope definitely not, come on.”

Daniel led Eadaoin from the bedroom and out into the suite, he shut the door behind them then positioned the redhead in front of her family.

“You ready?” he asked excitedly.

“You sound more excited about this present than I do,” Eadaoin said dryly.

“Are you ready?”

“I am.”

Daniel reached up behind Eadaoin’s head an unknotted the t-shirt blindfold.  Eadaoin opened her eyes and her gaze immediately fell on her family.  It took a nanosecond but then her jaw fell open her hands flew to her mouth and she let out a screech of recognition.

“MAM?” she screeched “DAD?  CALLY?”

The redhead immediately burst into tears and leapt into the arms of her father the elder O’Siodhachain lifted his daughter up and engulfed her in a crushing hug

“Ó a chailín, is maith an rud é tú a fheiceáil!(Oh baby girl its so good to see you!)” he murmured his voice muffled by her hair.

Daniel’s eyes welled with tears as he watched his girlfriend reunite with her family, he dabbed at his yes with a tissue and watched as Eadaoin released her father then dove into her mother’s arms.

“Ó a Dhia chaill mé thú! (Oh god I’ve missed you!)” She whimpered tears pouring down her cheeks “Tá an méid sin caillte agam (I’ve missed you so much!)”

Eadaoin dove into Cahir’s arms next

“Tá an méid sin caillte agam! Fiú tú, tú doofus mór!” (I’ve missed you so much, even you you big doofus!)

“What are you all doing here?” Eadaoin asked incredulously after several long minutes of reunion greetings “oh my god I can’t believe you’re here!  This is unbelievable!”

“You tell the story,” Daniel said in a thick voice as Donnacha looked at him.

“About a month ago Daniel rang us and said he wanted to surprise you for your birthday,” Donnacha began “he said he could have bought you your own McLaren or fancy piece of jewellery but he wanted to gift you something lasting, something that would be meaningful and he decided that would be reuniting us here in Austin. He paid our way over here.  We’ve been in the States for a few days.  We did some touristy stuff in Los Angeles first and got to Austin late this morning.”

Eadaoin strode over to Daniel and engulfed him in a hug.

“Thankyou,” she whispered tears pouring down her cheeks “thankyou thankyou thankyou!”

Daniel swiped away her tears with the pad of his thumb and pressed his lips to hers.

“Happy birthday darling,” he murmured returning her hug “I couldn’t think of what else to get you.”

“This is the best present ever!” Eadaoin informed him.

Eadaoin didn’t let Daniel go for several minutes, she then released him her eyes red and swollen from crying so much.

“This is the best birthday ever!” she exclaimed happily “I don’t know who to hug first! How long can you stay?”

“Well we figured we’d follow you and Danny back to London,” Cahir informed his sister “well you anyway, he said after the race you and he are going to kick back in Austin and L.A while he does some media PR for a few days so we figured we’d stay with you and keep you company when he’s doing what he needs to then we all go back to London when he heads to Mexico for the GP there.”

“And after that?”

“I’ve taken indefinite long service leave so I figured I’d stay in London til at least the New Year,” Cahir replied cheerfully.

“We can stay and watch the Brazil GP with you then we have to head home,” Roisin added wiping her eyes with a scrunched up handkerchief “though if you and Cahir are going to stay in the UK for Christmas we figured we’d come back over for Christmas.”

“That long?” Eadaoin replied clapping happily “oh that’s great!”

“What are you doing for Christmas honey?” Roisin asked Daniel.

“I’m not sure yet,” Daniel replied honestly “I don’t know if the government’s COVID restrictions will allow me to go home for Christmas at this point.  If they don’t I’ll stay in London and spend the holiday season with Eadie and if they do I’ll probably go home and do what I did last year and spend a few weeks at the farm.”

“If your folks can spare the time away from the farm we should have a huge Christmas together,” Eadaoin suggested “that would be the best Christmas ever!”

“I’ll suggest it to them when I talk to them after the race on Sunday,” Daniel said “so shall we head out to dinner?  I’m taking you to the best Brisket and live music venue in Texas!”

Eadaoin rolled her eyes as he began speaking in a sharp southern drawl.

“The accent?” she said “really?  You’ve been doing it since we landed in New York last week.”

“So shall we hit the town?” Cahir suggested “Pippa said this restaurant she’s booked us into is the best Brisket joint in Austin.”

“It is,” Daniel said cheerfully as he led the way out of the suite “all the team personnel go there at some point during race week, we’re meeting Pip, Michael my trainer and Blake my manager there and it’s likely we’ll see other drivers there.”

“Dad and Cally are trying so hard not to fangirl about that right now,” Eadaoin teased as they made their way out into the hallway “they might faint if we run into Max or Lando tonight.”

“Oh shut up,” Cahir groused.

“Well Lando you’ll meet at the track during the Practice, qually and race days and Max you’ll definitely see Sunday night because he’s coming along to Edie’s party,” Daniel said with a grin “I’ll have a word to him and see if I can get some signed Red Bull merch for ya.”

“You keep saying shit like that Dad’s going to ask you to marry him,” Eadaoin joked as they headed for the lift.

“Ó nach mise, coinnigh leanbh ciúin! (Oh I am not, keep quiet child!)” Donnacha said blushing the same colour as his hair.

“So you get to drive Earnhardt Snr’s Chev on the weekend,” Cahir said to Daniel as they travelled down to the lobby “I bet you’re tripping major nutsack about that.”

Daniel lit up like a Christmas tree.

“Oh yeah,” he said excitedly “more than the race itself if I’m being totally honest.  The final prep is being done on the car now and on Saturday afternoon between FP one and two I take it on a hot lap.  I’m literally a little kid in a lolly shop.  Sky are filming a segment on it too so it’ll be on permanent record. I’ve driven Senna’s last world championship McLaren and I’m about to drive Earnhardt Snr’s Chev, only got to win a world driver’s championship and I could quite literally happily retire.”

“Would you even if you won the title next year?” Donnacha asked in surprise.

“If it happened next year, nah, I love driving and if the passion stays alive I could see myself in the game as long as Kimi’s been in it,” Daniel replied “the minute the passion disappears I’m going to retire and sit on the couch getting fat.”

“Would you stay in F1 in some capacity when you do eventually retire?” Roisin asked in interest.

“Maybe?” Daniel replied “it would depend on what opportunities are out there.  I can easily see myself going home to the farm and breeding beef cattle, Merino sheep and Alpacas like Mum and Dad do or staying in Europe and flipping houses for fun.  Or who knows I might move to the boonies and start an etsy shop selling dog bandanas with swear words on them.”

Eadaoin let out a snort of laughter

“You ought to add dog bandanas to your website shop,” she suggested, slipping an arm around his waist “they’d be great to add to the Enchante range, they could have French swear words on them!”

Daniel grinned.

“I’ll put it to my marketing team,” he suggested brushing his lips against the top of her head as they arrived in the hotel lobby “but for now its Brisket time!”

[strawberri-blonde]

Familiar - Fred Weasley

PAIRINGS: Fred Weasley x Reader

SUMMARY: Fred and your familiar don’t get along.

WARNINGS: Mentions of sex and a few curse words.

Your familiar Lenanx has had your back through thick and thin, he was there when your parents disowned you for having your grandmothers gift. He kept you going even when you wanted to give up. So when you started school at hogwarts, it was a big adjustment for the both of you. People kinda thought it was strange how Lenanx literally followed you everywhere, then it was the fact that you were a half blood. So to say the least you didn’t have much friends however that all change when you met the trio; Harry, Hermanie and Ron.

Ron was the first you met out of the three; you had poisons together and let’s just say he’s not that good with measurements. The first time you two were paired together a poison exploded in your face causing it to turn green and you couldn’t help but laugh because that had to be the funnest thing to happen to you in a long time. After Ron apologized so much that that’s all he would say to you, he then invited you to sit with him and his friends, and that’s how you met the twins. Once they heard the story they loved the fact that you took everything with a grain of salt and surprisingly quite fun to be around. Fred however, especially has taken a liking to you. He feels as if he’s enchanted by every little thing you do, and everyone can see it, even the orange tabby cat. His green eyes would watch as his hands would squeeze your shoulders, or the slightly caress your hands with his. You however didn’t noticed a thing, so when Fred approached you after a quidditch match you didn’t expect the out come.

-

“Y/n.” You clenched Lenanx closer to your chest as you heard your name being called out. Turning away from Hermanine, you were surprised to be met with Fred.

“Hey, Fred.” Seeing your bright smile made Fred’s shine brighter but once his eyes locked with your cat it dropped a little. The little creatures eyes were squinting like he was actually glaring at the boy. “You played so good.” Hearing your voice snapped his eyes away from the orange creature back towards you.

“Well, you know. They team couldn’t survive without me.” Fred leaned forward some trying to lower his words. You rolled your eyes then shoved his shoulder causing some hair to fall in front of your face. Seeing this Fred quickly brushed it behind your ear and before you could even respond, Lenanx hissed then pawed at the boy.

“Ah, you-” Fred let out a groan while you gasped.

“Lenanx, no.” Putting him down you went over towards the twin and cradled his hand in yours. “I’m so sorry. He’s never like this.” Without realizing how close the two were, when you leaned forward to check on how deep the claws went your forehead  collided with his chin.

“Damn.”

“I’m sorry.” With his one good hand, he rubbed his newest wound while you basically threw yourself on him. “Fred I’m so sorry.”

“S’okay.” The Weasley tried to compose himself before looking down at you. “But I might need something to make me feel better.”

“Anything.” You spoke without question.

“Well,” Fred tilted his head before leaning down towards your ear. “You can let me take you out this Friday.” Right there you could’ve sworn that your heart stopped in your chest. You’ve had the biggest crush on the Weasley and never figured that he would’ve asked you out. Letting your cheeks turn a slight pink you responded.

“Of course.” The smile that you both wore could be seen a mile away. Both of the Gryffindors were so wrapped into each other that they didn’t notice the cat at your feet. When he rubbed his body against your leg you bent down to pick him up, making Fred step back not wanting to be scratched again. “I’ll see you Friday.”

Seeing the evil look in the cats eyes had Fred smile back with spunk. “I can’t wait.” And just like that the war between the two began.

As y’alls relationship grew so did their anger towards one another. Whenever Fred would sleep on Lenanx’s side of the bed, the cat would shit in his shoes. When the familiar would act like the boy ‘stepped’ on his tail later that day Fred put a spell on the cat so his hair would fall out. It would only last twenty four hours but for Lenanx the winter time wasn’t his friend.

And just like today, it was no different. Fred and Georage thought it would be a great idea to prank Snape by bombing his office with a stink bomb. The pair made it towards the Gryffindor’s common room where they ran into you. At first you were too engrossed with your book to noticed but Lenanx did. With ease, the familiar jumped down the table to hide underneath. “Y/n!” Snapping your attention away from your book Fred slipped in the chair beside you and slide his arm around your shoulder, while George sat across from you. “Act like we were here all day.”

Hearing those words from Fred, you quickly caught on to what they did. They oblivious pranked someone. “What did y’all do.” Both of the twins let smirks take over their features.

“Now if we told you that.” George began as Fred leaned closer to you making it so his lips were so touching to your ear.

“We’d have to kill you.” Shivers ripped through your body missing his touch. You turned your head in his direction and pressed your soft lips against his smaller ones. Without skipping a beat Fred placed a hand on your thigh and cupped your cheek with the other, to deepen the kiss.

“Oh get a room.” Feeling something hit the both of your heads, with great despair you parted and turned to the other Weasley. You rolled your eyes at his words from all the times you actually tried to be alone in their shared room but George seemed to always interrupt, even when he was warned.

“Oh my dear brother.” Fred’s threw this arm around your shoulder and gave you a comforting squeeze making it more than habit to lean into his touch. “We surely will.” Laughing at himself, George joined in causing you to playfully shove his arm off of you. With all of this commotion neither of you realize the disappearance of the orange tabby and Fred  definitely didn’t realize that his scarf with his initials embroidered on, do to his mothers doing, was no longer on the table.

An hour had past and George left not so long ago and Lenanx rested on a chair that faced your direction keeping the two of you in his view. Fred pulled you into his side with his hand on your cheek and the other on your lower back with lips on yours. You however couldn’t keep your hands in a single place. It’s been sooo long since the two of you had any alone time. The last time you felt his body crashing into yours was a week or two ago and it had to be a quickie in a dark corner because both of your roommates were in your rooms.

Heat began to pooled in your nether region making you move more into his lap brushing your groan against his. From that single action alone Fred broke away from you to let out an aired grunt. Hearing his noise, you moved your lips away from his and traveled towards his pale neck that begged to be marked by you. Between the kissing, sucking and biting, you managed to pull away for a moment to tell some excited news.

Both of you were breathing heavy and couldn’t stop smiling when you looked into his eyes. “Hermanie is staying with the boys tonight to get us have some privacy.” Fred’s fingers moved the collar down from your shirt to press an open kiss on your jugular.

“Well what are we waiting for-”

“Fred Weasley!” Hearing Snape’s voice immediately caused the Weasley boy to pull away from you then gently push you off of him to shield you from his view.

“We were just snogging Professor I bet you did it-”

“What is this?” Fred couldn’t get his words out as the insufferable scent from the twins smell bomb filled both of their nostrils. You covered your nose with your hand while Fred lifted his shirt to try and mask it. Then that’s when he noticed what Snape had in his hands. It was his yellow and red striped scarf with his intials clear as a summers day. “You want to tell me why this was on my desk and why there was a stink bomb in my office.”

Trying his best to misdirect the situation Fred leaned forward. “Well you see.”

“Dention for the next two weeks Weasley you can kiss quidditch practice goodbye as well. Let’s see how Gryffindor does without their star player.” Before either could reply the older man grabbed Fred by the ear and yanked him off the chair.

“Wait for me my love.” You offered him a loving smile and wave, as you watched him be dragged off to spend detention with Professor Snape. But one thing didn’t add up. Fred and George were really good when it came to pulling pranks, too good even. It’s not like either of them to make a mistake and when you think about it you remembered Fred taking the scarf off before he sat down next to you.

Meow. The soft animalistic noise brought you out of your mind as Lenanx jumped off the chair and strolled over towards you raising his head wanting to be pet. Without hesitation you picked the little beast up and brought him into your arms with a little kiss on his forehead. And as you did you noticed a foul scent. Your eyebrows fused together and your mind began to over think because something wasn’t adding up. 

Later that night you had cleaned your room and finished your homework making sure there would be no distractions when Fred showed. His white button up draped over your shoulders with your red lace matching set hidden underneath. The anticipation grew because you haven’t been intimate in sooo long. The moment the knock from your door echoed in your earrums you strumbled over your own feet to race towards the door. Once you opened it Freds eyes grew in size when he saw his shirt on your body. “Merlin, I’m one lucky bloke.” Giggles let your lips as he shut and locked the door behind him.

Hearing the click of the lock, you instantly crashed your body into his. Fred didn’t even budge from the act as he was expecting you to do so. Hs hands roamed your body as yours reached the tops of his shoulders to push his robe down onto the awaiting floor. Feeling the weight being lifted off his shoulders, his hands immediately went towards your butt and lifted you off the floor making it so your legs would wrap around his waist. A groan escaped your mouth as your mound grounded against his tone stomach. Feeling your eagerness the red head took big steps towards your bed. As you both were still engrossed in the kiss Fred pushed off all the pillows including Lenanx who was not happy and pulled back the bedcover the best he could because he knew no matter how adventurous the two of you got after a few minutes of recovering, you got cold.

Biting down on your lips, you let out more moans giving the Weasley more than enough confidence as he made his way down towards your neck. You on the other hand tried to suppress the moans but it’s just been a while, so instead you let all of the whimpers, and groans out. Wanting more you began to unbutton Fred’s shirt and that’s when Lenanx jumped on the bed and started to meow. Fred put his hand down you lace underwear to try and distract you. It seemed to work because all you could seem to focus on was the mind blowing sensation of his middle and ring finger pounding into you while his thumb preformed figure eights on your clit. Without any warning an animatic moan left your lips that for sure probably woke up some people.

And that’s when Lenanx hissed and scratched Fred right at the temple so close towards his eye. “Shit.” The Weasley pulled away from you making you sit up and cup his face in your hands to inspect the damage. Right as you saw the three bloody scratches, Fred jumped off the bed and pulled his wand out from the back of his pants. “You stupid beast. I’m so sick of you.” His movements advanced at the familiar with his wand pointed directly his way.

“Fred.” Not caring how indecent you were, you jumped out off the bed and grabbed his wand from his hand. Hearing his insults and the orange cats hissing; and that’s when it became too much. “That’s it!!!” Time seemed to still as Fred and Lenanx looked your way. Your eyes had the look of defeat while your hands were in your hair. “I’m so sick and tired of this.” You took a deep breath before sitting on your bed. “I should have known this was going to happen. I finally think I’ve found happiness and life comes around and fucks with me. I mean I have the perfect familiar who would die for me.” Lenanx sat down and lowered his head like he understood was she was saying. “Then I find you.” Tears entered your eyes making Freds heart break. “I’d never thought that I would find someone who would love me but I guess I was right.”

“Y/n don’t say that.” He tried to advance but you turned your head away from him making him stop moving. “I do love you.”

Without hesitation you spoke again with true pain shining through. “If you did love me then you would try to get along.“ lifting your head you looked in Lenanx’s direction. “I’m talking to you too. I know about your little stunt today. Actually, now that my mind is clear there are so many things that you’ve both done to each other.” You shook your head and lifted the covers to crawl underneath. “Please can you both leave. I need time to myself.”

“Babe-”

“Please.” Freds heart felt as if it broke in half watching you turn to face the wall so you couldn’t look at him. Feeling defeated he opened the door with Lenanx falling behind hanging his head low. Fred didn’t make it far as he slid down the wall that was right beside your door and Lenanx sat across from him. Anger filled his chest as he looked at the beast, but as he continued to stare another feeling entered his soul. It was remorse. The cat completely laid down on the cold stone with his paws stretched out in front and had his head rested on them. His green eyes swirled with sorrow, something that Fred has never seen before. Normally, it was disgust or love (of course when he looked at you). “I hope you know this is your fault.” Lenanx didn’t even bother to look at the boy. “If you would have just trusted me none of this would have happened. You like her other friends. Why am I different?” Knowing the cat couldn’t respond the Weasley bent his head back so it was against the wall. “I just love her so much. I knew the moment Ron made her laugh in the dinner hall I was a sucker. Especially, when her nose scrunched up and her cheeks grew a shape of pink that reminded me of a penoy. Maybe that’s why they’re her favorite.” Hearing him ramble, Leanax sat up and tilted his head. “I guess I get why you didn’t want to share. I mean, it was just the two of you for so long that it was scary when she started to get friends. Then I came along wanting to be more and I just you thought she wouldn’t need you anymore because she had friends and a boyfriend.” The little creature shuffled closer moving towards Fred’s side. “But she will always need you, you little bastard. I mean who else will keep me in shape if I mess up.” Fred laughed at himself before he continued. “I mean her heart is so big. I think she has more than enough room for us both. So what I’m saying is how about we get along for her sake?” Moving his head to look down at the creature, the two had an intense stare off before the cat did something Fred never in a million years thought would happen. Lenanx brushed his head against the redhead’s hand. Petting his head, the Weasley noticed how soft the familiar was. “Ok, so this is happening.” Silence washed over the two as they had their bonding moment filled with pet rubs and silent purrs. “Now it’s time to apologize.” Fred was careful as he picked up the orange beast, still scared that Lenanx might snap at any moment.

The Weasley knocked of the wooden door, half expecting not to get a reply and he was right; so he knocked again and slowly opened the door. “Y/n.” Your back was facing the door and anger filled your body from just hearing the redheads voice. You needed space right now. “Babe please.”

Frustration filled your body as you aggressively turned around. “Just leave-” your words were caught in your throat when you saw that recognizable that orange ball of fur residing in your boyfriends arms. You had to rub your eyes to make sure you weren’t seeing things. “What...”

“You’re right.” Fred slowly walked your way with Lenanx still in his arms. You moved over so he could sit beside you and as soon as he did you rubbed the cat’s forehead. “If we did love you we would get along and learn to deal with each other.” A smile formed on your face as Fred bumped into your shoulders. “So here is just two fellow red heads asking their girl if you would forgive them for just wanting you all for ourselves.” Lenanx jumped out of Fred’s arms making it so you could lean into the boys touch.

“You mean that, no more fight.” The pair looked at each other then back at you.

“We’ll try our best.” Knowing those words were true, you pressed a kiss onto Fred’s lips.

You both still felt some affects from the earlier entanglement and the heat began to rise. Unbuttoning his shirt, Fred looked towards Lenanx. “I get her tonight and you can have her cuddles all morning.” The creature squinted his eyes before walking towards the door signaling that he wanted out, not wanting to be in the room as they are spending intimate time together.

Fred jumped up with glee as he opened the door for the kitty and made a face towards your half naked body. “God, I’m going to destroy you.”



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Day 2: Roceit

@tsshipmonth2020

Day 2: There is a timer that counts down to when you will meet your soulmate

Content warning: vague neglectful/bad home life mentions, liquor store mention (no drinking), implied past parental death.

Word count: 2.6k

When they first met, they didn’t like each other. Would they go so far as to say they hated each other? Probably not. But it was no secret that Roman and Janus didn’t get along, even if they traveled in a mutual friend group. If the two interacted at all, it was in snide remarks and gripes that had everyone else in the group groaning in annoyance. They just wanted five minutes of peace, that’s all. Just five minutes.

Roman was too preppy, Janus said. He was loud and abrasive and presumptuous and arrogant, an annoying theatre boy with too much energy. Other’s feelings came second to his dramatic and overplayed grievances. 

Janus was too self centered, Roman retorted. He was untrustworthy and creepy and a compulsive liar, a loner with a mysterious backstory. Everything about him was kept hidden under a mask of indifference.

These things were true to some extent, but the group still loved them both too much to reject either one. So they both stayed, bothered by the other’s presence and unwilling to admit that maybe they disliked the other because they were so similar. They were both extravagant and theatrical and burdened with concealed insecurities, points that all of the rest of the group brought up regularly and they both vehemently denied. 

It all changed one morning during school, on a regular Wednesday with average weather after an uneventful English class, when Roman got overly excited at the cast list for the newest show being put up and dropped his art bag. Without a second of hesitation, Janus crouched to help him collect the supplies that had flown across the hallway. That was when Roman’s sleeve slid up, as he was reaching for a paint pen that had rolled up against a locker, and Janus nearly choked.

00:00

He blurted out his accusation before he could stop himself.

“You said you haven’t met your soulmate! And you call me secretive?”

Roman snarled almost animalistically, covering his completed timer back up and grabbing the now full bag off the ground.

“If you must know, my timer’s always been like that. I don’t know when it ran out; too young to remember. I don’t even know if it was ever counting down in the first place. Defective.” He flicked the numbers on his wrist.

“Does anyone else know?”

Roman narrowed his eyes at the uncharacteristic sympathy in Janus’ voice. “Just Remus.”

“Why haven’t you told them?”

“Why all the questions, Fibber on the Roof? Since when do you care about anything I do?”

Janus was quiet, breathing out a frustrated breath before folding down the bottom of his gloves, the same gloves that Roman taunted daily for making him look like every single Disney villain, the same gloves that made Roman turn to the rest of the group and insist that the guy was hiding something. Turns out he was right.

“My timer’s out too. I was too young to remember as well.”

Roman wasn’t able to respond, and Janus was surprisingly relieved. The silent solidarity in the other’s eyes was enough of an olive branch, just another thing they had in common. It was a pain the others didn’t understand, a frustration that couldn’t be fixed. So if from that point on, the bickering lessened and they finally allowed their shared interests to overlap, they surely wouldn’t be the ones to bring it up.  

That’s how they found themselves, almost half a year later, sitting on the swings of a musty playground near Janus’ house, watching the sunset in an unspoken agreement to put off going back until absolutely necessary. It was just another thing they had in common; shitty home life. They didn’t talk about it much, because they knew how much it sucked to discuss, so they let the facts stand at the forefront and the nitty gritty emotions and smaller mental repercussions stay healthily buried. What did it matter? Their parents were awful, ‘nuff said. 

“I just think it’s ridiculous, the amount of time he spent writing it.”

“He wrote and composed an entire play single handedly, J! Not a single word of it is dialogue, and it all rhymes! You try doing that in seven years.”

“I’m just saying, doesn’t it come to the point where you have to admit it’s too much work? Did he even know for a fact it would be successful?”

“He made it work, didn’t he? That’s what faith is for.”

“I wouldn’t have done it.”

“That’s what makes Lin Manuel Miranda a god, and you, a worm.” 

Janus gasped and raised a mock hand to his chest, drawing a loud laugh from Roman. While the shorter of the two still wore his gloves daily, the other had slowly gained the confidence to wear short sleeves and display his empty timer, though god help the fool who asked him anything about it. The conversation with the group had gone well, though Jan hadn’t admitted that his situation was the same. They hadn’t known him as long, and they both agreed that it was a sensitive topic. Roman didn’t push him. 

“The sun’s setting.”

“I had no idea,” Janus smirked, although the implications of the fast approaching darkness made a pit settle in his stomach.

“We don’t have to leave yet. I just don’t want you to get in trouble.”

“I don’t really get in trouble that often,” The shorter murmured, kicking his feet in the dust under him, “She’s more just... forgetful. Ignorant. I’m not even sure she fully knows I exist all the time.”

Roman raised an eyebrow at the first bit of information he’d learned about Janus’ home life, besides knowing it was just ‘bad’. He was debating between quietly prodding him to continue or to just let it sit when Janus made the choice for him.

“The other day she asked me to go to the liquor store for her and literally didn’t believe me when I said I’m only eighteen. Then again, she’s forgotten my birthday for the last, what, ten years? So I guess she just lost track, got ahead of herself. I don’t know.”

“When’s your birthday?” It was the only response Roman could think of. 

“August seventh,” He whispered, almost like it was a dark secret he was scared to admit.

“Wait, actually?”

Janus turned to him, eyebrows furrowed, “Yeah?”

“You’re joking. This is a joke, right?”

“I can probably find my birth certificate if you need proof. Why are you losing your shit?”

“That’s my birthday too!” 

Janus matched Roman’s face splitting grin with one of his own, his worries slipping away. They’d all been irrational anyways, so good riddance. He quickly settled his face into a more neutral one, the unusual expression hurting his cheeks. A calm air settled between them as their eyes locked, almost in a trance, before Janus snapped out of it and turned his attention to the pink hues of the dimming sky.

“What are the chances?”

There was a lot Roman didn’t know about the newest member of the friend group, he realized after dropping Janus off at home and starting the walk back to his. Usually he’d pop in his earbuds, taking the longest back roads and detours to put off arriving even more, but today his head was lost in his thoughts. What else didn’t he know about the blond boy he was so infatuated with?

Two weeks later, Janus edged the front door of his house open, calling out a tentative “Mom?” before pushing it open all the way and pulling Roman in. There was no answer through the empty halls so he yanked the taller boy upstairs, praying that his mom wasn’t home instead of just ignoring his call. It wasn’t until he shut his bedroom door and leaned heavily against it did he remember to breathe, meeting Roman’s eyes shakily.

“Sorry.”

“It’s okay. I get it. Parent’s are…”

“Yeah. It’s better if she doesn’t know you’re here.”

Roman nodded, finally looking around the room. One wall was completely adorned with old records, some cracked in places or missing pieces entirely. He found himself drawn to it, running a finger down the closest one to him as Janus collapsed on his bed, ruffling the yellow blanket beneath him. He took a moment to pull off his gloves, revealing his soulmark, a secret that only Roman had the honor of seeing. An old jukebox stood proudly in the corner, covered in a fine layer of dust.

“You definitely have an aesthetic,” Roman hummed, taking notes on the implications of the dust and not approaching the old machine. If Janus didn’t touch it, neither should he. Instead he sat down at the other’s desk, spinning himself lazily in the chair.

“It was all my dad’s old stuff. He loved music and antiques a lot. The record player was his, too.” 

He followed Janus’ gaze and nodded, overly tempted to take one of the records from the wall and trying to play it, but knowing that would only end badly. The record player was covered in the same thin sheet of dust. 

“Holy Hera, is that a baby picture of you?” His mind, apparently unable to stay on one topic for more than ten seconds, had decided to focus on the framed picture on the bedside table. He crossed the room and sat next to Janus on the bed, leaning closer to the photo but not daring to touch it. He inspected the woman, who could only be Janus’ mother, holding the tiny bundle and smiling weakly at the camera, her eyes tired and hair tied in a messy bun.

“Yeah,” Janus rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, “That’s the only picture I have with her. She hates cameras, always said she was self conscious and shit. It sucks that the only one I have, I don’t even remember taking.”

Roman knew he should respond to the surprisingly vulnerable statement, but his eyes had zeroed onto the still slightly slimy, wrinkly baby in the photo. Its little fists were tucked against his face, eyes closed peacefully, a moment of bliss that time forgot. That’s not what caught his attention, though. He squinted, edging just that much closer to the photo.

“You were born at Jacob Banks Memorial Hospital? I thought you lived in Chicago before you moved out here.” The tiny golden embroidery in the edge of the blanket was just focused enough to make out, as if he didn’t have an identical blanket at home, stashed under his bed in a box of other memories that were too special to throw away. He’d run his finger over the stitching a hundred times, reread the words and committed the blanket to memory, just for that high of simple childhood. And now, here was Janus as a baby, swaddled in the same blanket.

From the same hospital.

From the same day.

“Yeah. My parents were visiting relatives in town when my mom went into early labor. We didn’t end up actually moving here until a couple years ago.” Janus didn’t seem to notice the gears turning in Roman’s head as he reached forward, plucking the picture off the table and bringing it closer to his face. He tapped the glass, just above baby Janus’ arms.

“Right there, my timer. It’s just a few minutes left. I met my soulmate as a baby and no one cared enough to check who it was.”

“Janus.”

“I called the hospital as soon as I was old enough to comprehend, but they said they couldn’t help me. Didn’t have a record of anything to do with soulmates. Some help, huh.”

“Janus!”

“What? I’m trying to be melodramatic, Roman.”

“That’s the same hospital I was born in.”

“Okay? It’s the only one in town, I’m not overly surprised-” The lightbulb went off, and his head jerked up. “Oh.”

“Yeah, ‘oh’.”

They both were quiet for a moment, like the whole house was holding it’s breath, before Janus finally spoke, his voice a choked whisper. “Imagine with me, if you will,” he murmured, taking the picture and inspecting it closely. Not so much for sake of searching for details he wouldn’t have missed the hundreds of hours he spent inspecting the photo, more so just to avoid looking at the person beside him. “Two babies, born in the same place on the same day, put into the same small hospital nursery. They see each other, and click, their timers are out. Except both their parents don’t give a flying rat’s ass-”

“And so they never realize they met, and live their entire lives shrouded in mystery,” Roman finished quietly, suddenly terrified of the new ice they were walking on. 

“Hypothetically, of course.”

His head snapped up and the spell was broken, meeting Janus’ pale eyes and jumping to his feet, flapping his hands to dispel his nervous energy. “Okay. Okay! That could… that could make sense! All signs point that way, right?” He began to pace the length of Janus’ room, head tilted towards the ceiling, “And I mean, god, I’ve liked you for how long now? So I’m definitely not upset!”

“You’ve what?”

“Alright, so we can call the hospital, or go there, or something! I’m sure they can tell us how many babies were born that day, that doesn’t seem like confidential information, right? And if it was just us three, you, me, and Remus, then that’ll settle it!”

“Wait, no, Roman, stop!”

Janus launched himself at Roman before he could click the call button on the Google search of the hospital, already dedicated to his plan. He ripped the phone from his grasp and tossed it onto the bed after pressing the power button, grabbing Roman’s hands tightly.

“Jan, what the hell? That’s the only way we’re going to know for sure if we’re-”

“But what if we’re not?!”

The two settled into silence after the outburst, searching each other’s faces intently. They both shared scared expressions, eyes wide with excitement and nervousness, the possibility of years worth of questions finally being answered. The promise that their two soulmarks weren’t dysfunctional, weren’t broken, and fate that had led them together one way or another. 

But what if they weren’t?

“What if it’s a coincidence? What if you find out that your mom checked out before mine even got there, or our paths never could have crossed, or there were twenty babies born that day and there’s no sure way to know that we are each other’s soulmates? What if you find out that your soulmark said two years and mine ran out with someone else completely?”

“You’re starting to sound like Virgil,” Roman said quietly, almost fondly, a gentle smile tugging at his lips.

“Roman, if you’re my soulmate, I’d be elated,” Janus’ hushed tone matched his, “But I don’t know what I’ll do if I build my hope and then find out it’s not true.” They were quiet again, and Janus was suddenly hyper aware that he was still holding Roman’s hands, a furious blush rising to his cheeks. He fought the urge to look away, look anywhere other than Roman’s bright eyes, because this was the closest they’d ever been and he was scared one flinch might break the charm they were in. 

“We don’t have to check,” the taller whispered, “If you are, I’m content just… believing it.”

“You always were a cheesy romantic.” The phrase was meant to be cutting, but the uncontainable grin across his face greatly lessened its impact.

“I’m a Disney lover, what can I say?”

Janus snorted, dropping his head on to Roman’s shoulder, his heart nearly stopping altogether when the taller boy wrapped his arms around him and pulled them a step closer together. “So we’re agreeing on this? That we’re soulmates?” His voice was muffled against Roman’s shirt.

“As far as I’m concerned, yes. Fuck the system, right?”

“Overthrow the government. Commit arson in the name of anarchy. Society is a prison.”

“Dramatic, and that’s coming from me,” Roman drawled, rocking them back and forth slowly, dancing to unheard music, “Hey, Janus?”

“Yes?”

“Can I kiss you?”

“I thought you’d never ask.” 

[sweetchup]

Can I request a feitan x single mom reader?

The Spiders’ Way

Type: Feitan x Single mom! Reader

Au?: None

Word Count: 2,400+

Warnings: Mature Content, Yandere (Son and slightly Feitan), Abuse, PTSD, and Blood/Gore.

“Fei!” You screech, turning around fast. The short man only stares back at you, you couldn’t see his mouth but you could tell he had a sinister grin behind his skull collar. You glare at Feitan, causing him to let out a light snort. “That wasn’t funny Feitan,” you whine, rubbing your behind which he had just hit as hard as he could with a spatula. A metal spatula, “If you wanna do one of your torture session, take it somewhere else mister.”

“Watch what you say” Feitan growls, “Me sure you remember what happened last time.”

“Fei!” You whine, your face blooming up in a blush, “Kai will be home soon and My family is coming over for dinner!”

“Not my problem.” Feitan says, walking around to look at the many pictures decorating your wall. You sigh and use the opportunity of him being distracted to finish checking if the food in the oven is cooked. Checking the temp, you smile as you realized that the chicken and baked potatoes were finally done.

Puting the items on top of the stove, you finally go back to arguing with Feitan. Clearly knowing it could possibly get you in some trouble with the shorter man. “Well—“

“Mom I’m home!!” A young boy's voice echoes throughout the house. Your 11 year old son, Kai, was finally home after playing with his friends. You take a deep breath as you turn to Feitan. You were really worried for them to meet. It wasn’t because Feitan didn’t know about your son, you had actually told him before you started dating and he told you he honestly didn’t care, it was just…. it was going to be an interesting meeting. Especially with the fact that all of your previous boyfriends had weirdly broken up with you after meeting your son.

“Coming sweetheart!” You say as Feitan and you walk down the hall. Turning into the living room you see Kai was sitting on the couch reading a newly released horror book.

“Kai.” You call and the young boy looks up, “This is my boyfriend, Feitan. Fei, this is Kai, my son.”

You stand there anxiously as Kai gets up from the couch. You hold your breath as your son gently puts the book on the wooden coffee table. He quietly walks over to Feitan and as soon as he is in front of the man he sticks out his hand.

“Hello Mister Feitan!” Kai says, giving a pleasant grin. You let go of the breath you were holding and let out a sigh of relief.

Feitan looks over at you and raises an eyebrow. You had told Feitan your worries yesterday about the meet up, though it did come at a cost. He got mad due to the fact he thought that you underestimate him (even though you clearly didn’t). Let’s just say your throat was still sore today.

“W-well I’m going to leave you two to get to know each other while I finish prepping dinner.” You stutter out, leaving the boys to their devices.

You had walked about halfway down the hallway back to the kitchen when Feitan called you. You wonder what was wrong? It wasn’t like Feitan to call out to you. You were about to turn around to him when you felt a gust of wind and a sharp pain.

“Catch” He says, chuckling, and chucks the Spatula at you. You swear you were going to kill him if he continues to hit you on the ass with this goddamn spatula. Though maybe you shouldn’t have ever invited him to help you cook in the first place.

“Hey Mister Feitan”

Feitan turns to the child and lets out a ‘hum’, letting Kai know he is listening. He still couldn’t get why you were so worried about this kid. Sure, he didn’t like kids. Hell he hates kids, sometimes he even had to torture or kill them. But, still, he loves you, even though he does sometimes like to see you cry in pain or be in pain, he wouldn’t want to be really hurt or destroy you. And if the kid made you happy, he could deal with whatever bullshit the kid threw at him.

Kai's expression suddenly turns dark. “Did you know a person could get strangled by their own intestines?”

Well he surely didn’t expect that. Though, the kid had a good idea. He never thought of killing someone like that.

“Oh really? Me wants to know more…”

Kai glares at the man quickly before returning back to a smiling face. Man, this guy was a tough nut to crack. But he surely would break this man before the night is over. After all, this is his mother he is talking about. His sweet loving mother. Kai sighs, getting all happy thinking of his mother. He quickly snaps out of it. This wasn’t the time. He was on a mission, a mission to get this boyfriend to run away just like the ones before.

“Hmm~ I have tons. Let’s see…”

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“Coming!” You shout as you finally put the last dish down onto the dining table. Thank goodness too since the doorbell had just rung meaning your family was here. Either that or the pizza delivery guy had gotten the wrong address again. Feitan was not happy last time when the pizza man interrupted you two while Feitan was trying out something new. You had to beg Feitan not to track him down and kill him.

Speaking of Feitan, You wondered how he and Kai are doing. As you were walking to the door you quickly stuck your head into the room to see the two hunched over Feitan’s phone. Aww, maybe Feitan lied and actually liked kids. You were also glad Kai has finally liked one of your boyfriends. Deciding not to interrupt the sweet moment between them, you continue on to open the front door.

Though unbeknownst to you, it wasn’t as innocent as it seemed. The phone they were hunched over was actually playing one of Feitan torture videos. More specifically a video of your old boss, who was previously sexually harassing you, being skinned alive. Kai giggled.

“So that’s what happened to him. I spent literally three weeks trying to track him down after he randomly disappeared.”

“Hmm. So your the tail Shalnark told me about.”

“Oh yeah. I had—“

“Man what a dump it is in here.” A male voice suddenly says, walking past the living room door.

Kai shoots up, scrunching his nose as he sees his grandfather. He still didn’t understand why you still made attempts at reconciling with your family. Especially after all the shit and mental abuse they had and currently still are putting you through.

While Kai was thinking, Feitan was making his way to you at the door. As he leaves the living room he bumps his shoulder with your sister, who rudely walked past him not looking up from her phone. He scrunches his nose up as he watches a Barbie doll from hell continue on down the hallway. Man how the hell were you two sisters.

“Mom. I don’t want him here”

“Now don’t be rude (y/n)!”

Feitan turns back to the door and freezes, anger flowing through every vein of his body. What the hell was your ex-fiancé doing here. Well, he knew you didn’t count him as your ex-fiancé due to the fact that it was an forced arranged marriage but it was all the same, since it was a man that had tried to steal you from him. Even if it had happened before he met you.

You sigh. It was no use. Your mother was one hell of a stubborn woman and it was going to be impossible to get your ex to leave without ruining the whole dinner. Oh, you don’t want Feitan—

You jump a little as you feel arms go around your waist but soon relax when you realize it was Feitan. Could he read minds or something? You swear if Chrollo got drunk and switched someone’s Nen again you would kill him.

“Now who’s this gremlin?” Paul, your ex, snears; blowing a puff of smoke in Feitan’s face. You go to rebut but before you do Feitan snatches the Cigar from the mouth of your ex and chucks it, outside, as far as he could. Your ex opens his mouth in shock while you are left trying not to burst out in laughter. Man were you glad Feitan was fast. “No smoking allowed inside.”

“Why you—!!“

“Mom!” “Oh— fuck... you, you little bra…t”

Now your face was bright red from trying to hold it in, you even heard Feitan let out a small chuckle. Kai had come running from the living room to give you a hug. While doing so, he jumped and kicked Paul right in the nuts. And we are talking hard since Paul likes to play soccer with his friends during recess.

Finally after a while and a couple of glares from your mother, you compose yourself. “L-lets go sit down for dinner.”

Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

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“Parc fo eceip...”

“Ah I’m sorry Fei. I didn’t mean to get you worked up.” You stutter; trying to wipe the tears off your face. You didn't mean to break down, you honestly didn’t. Especially when you walked into the kitchen to bring dessert. You dealt with all the shit thrown at you tonight, from insults to your cooking, to your lifestyle, to your looks, to your job, and much more. But you lost it when they brought up… brought up about how Kai was made, the night you got…raped. Just thinking about it left a vile taste in your mouth. It wasn’t because of Kai, you loved him with all your heart and soul, it was thinking about it brought you back to that night. Back to that high school party where you were drugged and forced into that bathroom. The dizziness you—

“(Y/n).” You look up at Feitan; you hadn’t realized you had almost forced yourself into a panic attack, “Calm down. Not your fault.”

“B-but—“

“What have me said about talking back?”

You let out a little laugh that Feitan still goes by his little rules even in a moment like this.

“Me will get them to leave. You go to bed.”

“Wait Fei—“

Your cut off as Feitan’s pulls your hand above your head and slams you against a wall. “Me order you not to argue.”

Leaning in, he growls and fiercely kisses you. You moan, blushing red, at the feral and animalistic fueled kiss. Not thinking it was quite a punishment, Feitan brings a free hand to your neck and squeezes. You sigh into the kiss as you could hear the blood rushing to your brain from the lack of oxygen. It was dangerous letting a man often fueled by torture do it but he did it so good. The tingling and dizziness you felt, proved it. After all, he did have a lot of practice.

Finally, as you're close to passing out, Feitan releases your neck and pulls away, leaving a couple of saliva strings still connecting you two. You stumble, dizzy from the lack of oxygen, and Feitan has to hold you up.

“Want to rebut again, (y/n)?”

“N-no, Fei-i”

Feitan lets go once he is positive you are stable on your own and you turn to leave. Though, of course, Feitan couldn’t let you off that easily. You yelp as you heard a large wack and felt a sting on your butt. Blushing you, hesitantly, continue up the steps. You were definitely throwing that blasted spatula out.

Once you were upstairs and Feitan had heard your door close, he opens up his phone and sends out a text. After the responder messages back, Feitan grins and walks back into the dining room. The family stares at the short man as he walks past them and to Kai. Leaning down to the boy who was reading his book, he whispers a couple of words in Kai’s ear which causes the boy to grin.

“Me is going to teach you the ropes, kid”

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“H-huh? Where am I?!” Paul groans, opening his eyes. He blinks and his eyes widen as he looks around the dark and cold room. Where the hell was he? From what he remembered he got kicked out of (y/n)’s house from that pathetic shortass of a boyfriend. He couldn’t see what you saw in that creep of a man. Then, from there, he was on his way home when something dropped down on his car. It was a bear-like man— holy shit is that…

Vile comes up from his throat as he finally notices the tortured and dismembered bodies of (y/n) family members. He forces the puke down and begins to shake the chains wrapped around him, trying to get free. His blood turns cold as he is startled when he hears a giggle echo around the room. Looking to his left he sees a familiar face. “Y-you! You little shit!”

Feitan looks up from his book and turns to look at Kai who was staring and giggling at Paul. “Oh, You're awake.”

Standing up he walks over to Kai, touching the boy on the shoulder, “Kai.”

The young boy turns to look at Feitan. “Use what I taught you…. and do your worst.”

Kai grins, an evil grin, and Feitan leaves the room to leave the boy to his own devices.

“I didn’t know you were a protective father, Feitan.”

Feitan looks up to glare at Shalnark as he enters the main room of the hideout.

“Hey, hey. I’m not starting a fight,” Shalnark says, waving his hands as he jumps down from the rumble, “I was just curious.”

“Yeah Fei. I thought you hated kids.” Phinks shouts from his spot. Feitan tches as he hears all sorts of comments and theories from the other members. He was done with bullshit for today and turned away, deciding to just return back to Kai.

“Feitan,” Feitan pauses as he hears his boss call his name. He looks up at Chrollo who was sitting on the edge of a broken window. The two lock eyes and stare at each other for a while before Feitan turns away. Though things weren’t said between the two, the look Chrollo gave Feitan was all that was needed.

“Feitan. Teach the boy well.”

Feitan stiffles out a laugh as he enters the room. The boss didn’t have to tell him twice. A scream echoes around the walls of the room as he looks at Kai who was getting to the main part of his torturing. He stares at the young boy for a couple of minutes before letting out a small smile and muttering under his breath, “Me thinks maybe being a dad won’t be so bad.”

[sokka-with-his-hair-down]

The Carving of Whalebone and Hearts

Chapter Two

(Link to chapter one at the end)

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“He what?”

Zuko fiddled a little bit with his fingers. “He… knows we’re engaged.”

Sokka was pacing around their bedroom, and Zuko knew he wasn’t mad at him, because Zuko went to see his dad from time to time, and Sokka knew this. But he was frustrated. And definitely angry at Ozai.

“Baby,” Sokka said, gently grabbing Zuko’s wrists and holding them to his chest, “what did he say to you?”

Zuko sighed and pursed his lips, looking down guiltily.

“Nothing, really-”

“It’s not nothing, Zuko—!” Sokka caught himself yelling and took a moment to bring his voice down. This wasn’t the time to yell. “It’s not nothing. I know how your father is… so tell me. Please?”

Though reluctant, Zuko seemed to know that Sokka wouldn’t give up on this matter. After all, it was Ozai, the literal worst person currently alive, and he’d almost definitely said something awful to Zuko, Sokka’s fiancé, his one and only-

“Okay.”

Sokka refocused his eyes on Zuko’s. The Fire Lord looked dismayed at whatever he was about to say, but he wasn’t panicking, which was good.

Sokka nodded. “Okay.”

Before Zuko could start, Sokka led him to sit on the edge of the bed with him.

“It was just him trying to provoke me. You know that, right?” Zuko's expression was earnest and Sokka knew his words were true, but he was still so angry.

“I know. Just tell me what he said.”

Zuko shifted. “He said things about you. He insulted your heritage and your tribe, and I shouted at him for it. Because he doesn’t know what in Agni’s name he’s talking about, babe. He called you names and I lost my cool.”

Sokka almost chuckled at the use of the term “babe” thrown in there, but he refrained from it. Just this once.

“I don’t care what he said about me. What did he say about you?”

A slight shake in Zuko’s exhale made Sokka’s heart break a little. “Not much. Just his usual spiel he’s always thrown at me. I’m a disappointment, I’m dishonorable, blah blah blah.”

Sokka huffed in anger. “That pathetic sad sack of a person should never-”

“Sokka, it’s okay. It’s fine. He can’t do anything about it, anyway. I just… need to ignore him. For a while. At least until we’re married.”

Sokka felt himself soften at the prospect of that, being married, being married to Zuko, specifically, but he still couldn’t push away the fury he was experiencing within.

“Okay,” was all Sokka said.

Zuko smiled and looked down at Sokka’s neck, then reached up to stroke a thumb over the little carving he’d made that hung at the base of Sokka’s throat. (And forever would.)

“Okay.”

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It really wasn’t okay, but that wasn’t for Zuko to worry about. He should be relaxed, focused on his duty as Fire Lord, be excited about getting married in a couple of weeks. 

Ozai was Sokka’s to worry about right now.

Sokka suspected that, sooner or later, Zuko would find out he went to visit his father. But with how he was feeling right now, it didn’t matter.

If Sokka could firebend, he was positive that his blood wouldn’t just be boiling metaphorically. What a twisted world view Ozai had… it almost saddened Sokka.

Almost.

Sokka made his way down the long corridor leading to Ozai’s cell. Two guards stood watch. Sokka halted and stood before them, bowing his head briefly.

“Who are you, and what is your business today?”

A standard question. Sokka understood.

“I am Ambassador Sokka, here to see my fiancé’s father.”

A look of understanding crossed the guards’ faces.

“Of course. Come right through.”

Sokka offered them a polite smile, but it disappeared the moment he stepped into the steel room.

It smelled awful, to put it simply, and something about it brought back memories of his time at the Boiling Rock. Maybe it was the atmosphere, or the stench, or just his nerves, but something about it was deeply unsettling.

And, of course, someone.

In the cell was Ozai, leaning against the wall, peering dangerously at Sokka like a wild animal.

Approaching the cell, Sokka made definite eye contact and didn’t break it for a second. Ozai was powerless, of course, but he was still Ozai, and that was enough to make Sokka feel threatened.

He hadn’t seen him since the war ended. Seeing him like this felt strange.

“And who are you, exactly?”

The man’s ragged voice came suddenly and eerily.

Sokka stood tall. “We’ve met. Take a guess.”

Ozai peered at Sokka for a long moment, then scowled even deeper. “You’re that hooligan engaged to my son, aren’t you?”

Sokka was reminded of the weight of the necklace on his clavicle. “Yup.”

“I should’ve been able to tell right away,” Ozai mumbled rather loudly, “just the sight of you is enough to unsettle any sane person.”

“Woah there, buddy. A little below the belt, don’t you think?”

“You disgrace the Fire Nation, you dishonor our people. You’re a-”

“Aaand, I’m gonna stop you right there.” Sokka cut him off. “I’m here to remind you that you have no authority. And that you don’t know the first thing about honor, very clearly. And that if you ever insult my people or Zuko’s choice in partners again, you’re gonna wish Aang had ended it that day.”

“How dare you interrupt me!” Ozai shouted, his eyes glinting with something that Sokka had often seen in Azula. Unchecked, raw helplessness turned into madness or mania or some mix of the two. Animalistic, one might describe it. “Just because my idiot son lets you push him around does not mean that you can do the same to me!”

“I think I can do whatever I want,” Sokka didn’t shout, but his voice was still startlingly loud, rivaling Ozai’s volume. “Besides, Zuko actually has my respect, unlike… some people.”

“You’ve been blindsighted.”

“Actually,” Sokka snapped, “I can see everything perfectly clearly. Zuko and I are engaged, you’re in prison, and there’s nothing you can do to stop us from getting married. So again, I’m telling you, you’re on thin ice.”

Ozai made a face that resembled a tiger-snake’s snarl. “You disgust me—your family must be ashamed. I suppose you and my son deserve each other, at least in that sense.”

Sokka shook his head and stood up straight. “I’ll be sure not to save you a seat at the wedding, Ozai.”

An angry shout ripped out from Ozai’s throat, but Sokka didn’t even listen to his words. He’d let his thoughts out. He was done.

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“I’m sorry in advance.”

Sokka pulled his leather hair tie out as he said it, placing it on the night and and walking toward the desk, where Zuko sat with a pen and papers.

“What for?”

“For a thing. That I did.”

Zuko lowered his pen and glanced up at his fiancé for a long moment before speaking. “Sokka, is there something you’d like to share with me?”

“I may or may not have gone to see your father in prison.”

Zuko went very still.

Sokka worried for a moment that he’d just made a gargantuan mistake, and that Zuko was about to shout and fuss and panic. Instead, he said:

“Oh.”

Huh.

“Oh?”

“I… why did you do that?”

Sokka put an arm on the desk and leaned into it. “To put your father in his place. Spirits know he needed it.”

Zuko’s face was inexplicably soft. Why was he reacting like this? “That’s… good, I think. What did he say?”

“About what you’d expect.”

Zuko chuckled. Sokka joined.

After a moment of comfortable silence, Sokka lifted his head and looked Zuko in the eye. “I thought you’d be mad at me.”

“I thought I’d be mad, too.”

“So why aren’t you?”

Zuko sighed and shrugged, a tired look on his face. “You can handle yourself. I know that.” He stood up and a smile crept onto his lips. “Besides, I can’t get angry at the guy I’m marrying.”

Sokka gasped. “How dare you call me corny when you say shit like that!”

Zuko grinned, stood up, and pushed Sokka down onto the bed that was across from the desk before brushing off his clothes and standing tall. “It’s late. You should sleep.”

“You mean we should sleep.”

“I have work to do,” Zuko stated, gesturing to the papers scattered on his bedroom desk.

“Zukooooo! Pleeeease?” Sokka did his very best impression of an animal begging for attention.

“Stop that.”

Sokka didn’t stop.

With an aggravated groan but a smile still present, Zuko resigned. “Fine, I’ll go to sleep.”

“Yay!” Sokka cheered like a child would upon getting a new toy. “A momentous occasion! We should throw a banquet, and get the musicians to perform-”

“If you don’t stop right now,” Zuko threatened, “I’m not coming to bed.” (Sokka didn’t believe him. He was already slipping under the covers.)

Sokka, elation not stifled, scooted up to him and offered the biggest grin he had at the ceiling. “You’re gonna love being married to me.”

“Shut up.”

Sokka frowned a little, but when he looked over, Zuko was smiling.

Yeah. Fuck Ozai.

Sokka smiled, too.

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DIFFERENT PREADTORS - chapter 5

INCLUDES ANDREI KULOKOVA x XAVIERA LAH-MO

and the Andrei spam continues. This couple is literally so fun to write for and it is all I want to do right now. Plus... we get to see feral Andrei sex ;) who doesn’t love that lol just some warnings this is pure smut and includes dirty talk, choking, squirting and breeding.. hope you guys are enjoying this story. Make sure to go read part one, two, three and four

Please go read @horrorslashergirl oc Xaviera’s perspective of this chapter linked HERE

MASTERLIST

She was frozen still in place, wide eyed and the wolf in front of her. His fingers twitched with anticipation. A battle of wills, he waited for her move. One foolish mistake to over take her. He waited. The wolf stepped foreword, kicking the door closed behind him with a bang. His sharp eyes watched her every movement, her every breath before him. Canines flashed in the low light from the cottage fire place. The wolf dropped his weapons and vest on the floor. They wouldn’t be needed for this hunt. The prey didn’t make a sound or a movement. A smart one. 

With a large step toward the prey, her mistake was made. She stepped back, indulging the wolf in his hunt. Strongly whipping the the prey back against the door harshly with a hand around her throat, those beautiful doe eyes looked up at him pulling a low growl from his chest.

“Were you trying to run away from me?” The wolf snarled as she whimpered and her legs shook in fear, the fear he loved to control. He could almost taste it dripping off of her.  

“N-No… You just…. surprised me.” The prey answered in a shaky voice, but he didn’t believe it, his little kitten was trying to run from him.  

“Are you lying to me?” he asked, moving his face next to hers, canines brushing against the lobe of her ear in a warning way, the wolfs voice so inhuman, rough, and raspy.

The prey quickly answered him in fear or in truth, he wasn’t sure. “N-No… I would never lie to you.” 

He liked the answer, but he was still going to toy with her. He wasn’t finished. The wolf moved his hand up her trembling thigh, playing with the hem of his shirt, taking in the smell of him mixing so sweetly on her skin. Two rough fingers brushed against his preys heat, her panties creating a delicious friction her breath hitched. The wolf had her where he wanted. 

“Is that so?” He teased, moving his head slightly to lick the preys dried blood that used to flow from her temple down to her jaw. The sweet coppery taste he savored, her blood was sweet against his tongue, the wolf clutched his claws on her panties and ripped them off in one swift motion. His senses were over loaded with a thick desire from her blood to the scream that left her sweet lips as he tore her panties off, the wolf grinned and pushed her down to the hardwood floor. 

He towered over his prey and gave a stern order “On your hands and knees.” She just watched him, eyes wide and gasping from the pain on the floor, but the wolf saw something else flash in her eyes, pure desire. “Now, slut!” he yelled getting her to finally obey.

What a beautiful sight he thought. The prey presented her most vulnerable parts to him on her forearms and knees, back to the wolf in a dangerous game. She waited for him like a good little lamb. Walking towards her the wolf ripped his zipper down and released his already hard length, pumping it a few times before kneeling in between the preys legs as they instinctively opened wide for him. He grinned in pleasure at the good prey and started to rub his aching tip up and down her slit, making her knees shake. He needed her. Needed to take what was his again.

In one powerful thrust he rammed into the prey, making her gasp. One of his large hands fisted into the preys long white locks, pulling roughly and making her arch up to him. 

The wolf could tell she was trying to stifle her noises. He needed to hear her loud and clear, claiming what was his. “No, no, pussycat. I wanna hear every cute sound you make.” he growled lowly behind her, his free hand-delivering a hard slap to her thigh. The prey squeaked at the rough action. “Much better.” the wolf snarled, leaving her hair, only for both large hands to grasp her hips roughly, fingertips digging into her skin and flesh surly to leave bruises as he started a brutal pace, not giving her any time to adjust.

The prey moaned and whimpers beneath him as he went fast, punishing her little hole over and over again. She was so small around him, felt so good as he moved her back and forth brutally   

“I’ve been thinking about being inside of you all day.” He spoke deep inside her, making the prey hide her face in her forearms, he wanted to see her, feel her. The wolf made a deep low growl and put a large hand around that precious  throat. Her fast pulse under his fingers and the way he controlled her breath was his euphoria.  

“You like this, don’t you? So fucking wet and dripping for me.” The wolf snarled into her ear, his canines clamping against her ear, making her whimper and body shiver against his. 

He drove his point by giving one powerful thrust inside the prey, hilting himself inside her pussy, the tip of his cock pressing against her cervix, her back arching as a loud mewl left her mouth. The wolf chuckled darkly, then moved down her neck, giving the same harsh treatment, his hand tugging on the shirt she was wearing, ripping the material so he could conquer more skin, the primal desire to feel everything.   

“Who do you belong to, kitten?” he growled, but she couldn’t speak properly form the assault of her insides. Two of his fingers pinched her nipple hard, making her cry out. “I ask you question, little slut.” he snarled against her pulse, canines ready to pierce the skin deep.

“Y-You!” The prey replied meekly. She was just how he wanted her, she was perfect. 

“Then why did you run?” The wolf asked, toying with his prey.

“I-I…I’m sorry.” she whimpered, only for his large hand to grasp her jaw, tilting her head to look right up at him, watching those beautiful blue eyes his cock twitched inside her. 

“You’re all mine, got it?!” He snarled, grip tightening on her jaw, the wolf threatening to tear it off  

“All yours.” The prey murmured, not breaking eye contact, filling every desire he had. His hand moved from her jaw to grip her neck as he started to impale her from behind over and over again, skin slapping against skin. It drove him wild, losing himself he chocked her. There was no control left, he was taking what he needed. The way he hit every spot inside her was bliss for both of them, as the preys eyes rolled back in her head. He wasn’t done.

“I’m gonna destroy you for anyone else. I’m gonna fuck your sweet pussy, you won’t be able to walk straight.” The wolf whispered into her hair, fingers tightening around her neck. “I’m gonna fill that tight cunt up so good… gonna show you who you belong to when you’re pregnant… huh? Gonna be so fucking full of me.” he snarled against her skin, right where her carotid artery was, the wolf was going for his kill.

Her walls tightened around his length sweetly “You would love it, don’t you? I can feel your juicy pussy squeezing me, myshka. It’s begging for my load.” The wolf bit the preys neck, sucking on the abused skin making the her mewl. Just for him. This was his. 

She was close but so was he, and the way her eyes widened at his sick mouth and his throbbing cock pounder her was bringing him closer with every breath. Smirking with canines out the wolf let go of her neck and brought it down to sloppy cunt, rubbing the swollen bud.  

“A-Andrei! P-Please….” The prey whimpered, from his all the sensations. 

“That’s it…. Beg me, beg me to breed that precious pussy of yours.” He snarled, mouth opening and canine hovering above the spot where neck and shoulder meet.

“P-Please…. D-Don’t leave me like this….. I-I need you so badly.” The prey cried out, she needed him. He needed her.

“Who do you belong to, pussycat?” he asked, jackhammering his hips into her.

“Y-You!” she squeaked, tears running down her cheeks now. 

“That’s right! I own you. You’re all mine, little leopard.” The wolf snarled, giving one more powerful thrust that brought both of them over the edge, only for the climax to intensify when his mouth clamped down between her neck and shoulders, canines piercing her skin until drops of blood were running down to her collarbone. He was claiming what was his. Once again taking from the world and marking his territory. 

Pulling away the wolf growled long and slow, she whimpered at the emptiness. He wasn’t done. Not yet. His sharp eyes went to in between her legs at her swollen red cunt, as he dripped out of her. She was his. 

Pushing her face down to the floor, the prey let him but started to question him. “W-What are you doing?” she shuttered as the wolf took two thick fingers inside her, pushing his cum back in her. This prey was his. His fingers curled in her, finding the sweet spot with ease and skillfully moving his fingers.

“S-Stop…. W-Wait…. Oh God….” The prey cried out, he could feel her approaching quickly, just as he wanted. 

“Come on, kitten… Let it go. The big bad wolf is hungry for what you have to offer.” he snarled, mouth close to her cunt.   

He needed her, needed to taste her, needed to hear her. The wolfs other hand went to her clit again, pinching it. Just one last time. The prey came hard around her fingers and squirted as he lapped up her juices with pleasure.  “I could eat you all up.” he growled, slurping her juices and his own cum that dripped out of her. The animalistic urges satisfied like never before. 

Xaviera’s knees buckled and gave out, collapsing on the hardwood floor, only to have the wolf turn her over and hover above this prey. Leaning in close to lips he whispered low “All mine” Then took her in a deep sloppy kiss. Moaning at the taste of their saliva and cum all mixed together. A dangerous, perfect cocktail. 

He breathed heavily, Andrei was looking down at her, relaxing and taking Xaviera’s beautiful form and what he did to her. Standing up he left her for a moment and headed to the bathroom running a hot a bath for her. She had a long day from the man that attacked her to the beast that Andrei became. 

Coming back to Xaviera, she was glimmering in blood, cum and, sweat. A perfect imagine the wolf created. Scooping her up as if she was nothing, he carried her to the bathroom and gently placed her shaking body in the warm water. The left over blood from his kill turned the water a light pink. Settling beside her on the bathroom floor he washed her. 

“Better, myshka?” Andrei asked, knowing that he can be sometimes too much for his own good, but she settled into the water and closed her eyes sighing contently. Pulling her hair up he looked over her marks, from the wolf and from the man he killed.  

Blue fingerprints from where he had choked her started to slowly appear, both shoulders looking like the fur of a leopard with how many bites marks she had, then there was the big and deep bitemark between her neck and left shoulder.

Andrei ran a hand down the largest bite the wolf had inflicted, marking his territory “It’s going to leave a scar.” he said matter-of-factly, there was no point in lying to Xaviera, she was going to know anyway. Andrei waited for the anger remark or slap to the face like he had gotten before but it never came.   

To his surprise Xaviera smiled and nuzzled her nose against his his like a cat, then kissed him softly.  “I don’t mind it.” She told him with pride in her voice. 

His wolfish grin appeared again as he licked his canines. She was his perfect match. Taking and loving him for the beast and the man within in. Andrei was grateful for this hunt in her and he felt at home. Just two predators.

Andrei rested his lips against her forehead and whispered "Thank you myshka"    

[darks-ink]

Just To Be Seen By My Eyes

Heya @aedelia​, happy holidays! Here’s my Truce gift to you! Hope you enjoy it!

Also on [AO3] and [FFN]! 

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“It’s certainly very beautiful,” Maddie said, slowly, cautiously, “but I don’t understand why they gave it to us.”

“A sign of appreciation, perhaps?” Jack guessed, shrugging. “We are Amity Park’s primary ghost hunters. Maybe they wanted to pay us back for it?”

Maddie hummed, spreading out the papers a little further. Now they laid all separated on the table, allowing the two of them to view them fully.

“I suppose the artistic interpretation of the Ghost Zone is very interesting,” she eventually settled on. “We know vaguely what it looks like, thanks to the time the town was brought into the Zone, but still.”

Jack picked up one of the sheets of paper, his favorite painting of the bunch they had received. Besides the black-green sky that they had known about, it depicted a ramshackle building that reminded him of Fentonworks, bits of technology haphazardly welded together.

“Even if they’re useless for research, they are still pretty, Mads. I say we frame them. Jazz has been complaining of the house lacking decoration, anyway.”

“I suppose so.” She shook her head, but her lips quirked into a smile as she nudged another painting. This one depicted a grand castle, a vibrant forest nestled up next to it. Ha, like the Ghost Zone could even house something like forests, never mind ones so lively. “I do wish we knew who the artist was.”

“Yeah, definitely.” He put the painting down with the rest, carefully smoothing it out. “They’re certainly a creative sort. Wish we could track them down, but there must be tons of people in town with the initials DP.”

“Well, nothing we can do about it.” Maddie shrugged, turning to head to the lab. “If they only signed it with their initials, and didn’t leave a note with their name, they must not have wanted us to know who they were.”

He grunted as he followed her down the stairs. “Still, I wish we could’ve thanked them. It would be interesting to hear them explain why they chose to depict the Ghost Zone like that.”

“It would be more interesting to look at the real Ghost Zone,” Maddie lamented, stopping next to her table in the lab. She heaved a sigh. “But, unfortunately, we can’t risk such trips.”

“I know,” he grunted. “Who knows what kind of things Phantom could get up to while we left? Or worse yet, what it could do to us while we’re out of the town’s sight.”

“Yes, indeed.” Maddie straightened a blueprint, and Jack stepped up next to her. “Well, nothing we can do about it, except try harder to catch Phantom. Speaking of which, honey, I think I finally figured out how to fix the Bazooka’s battery issues.”

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“Oh, another one.” Jack chucked the letters in his hand onto the table, focusing on the new drawing. DP had continued to send in paintings on a regular basis. At first they had been various interpretations of the Ghost Zone, like the first batch, but as time went on they had expanded their repertoire and started painting ghosts instead.

“This is certainly a curious one,” Jack mumbled to himself as he looked over the new painting. It was another imagined Ghost Zone vista, although the edges of the island weren’t visible. A lush snowscape, with the characteristic black-and-green sky of the Zone. A curious details was that DP had included ghosts into the landscape this time; small specks of them littered the hills, and a few were close enough for them to include details. They looked animalistic, with shaggy white fur and ice-like horns. One of them even had an arm made entirely out of ice, with bones visible within. A shame that DP had included that detail; ghosts didn’t have bones, so it was an unfortunate error.

Still, there was nothing to be done about it. Maddie hadn’t been terribly interested in looking into the mystery of this ‘DP’ further, and to be honest, he could understand why. They wanted to learn more about the Ghost Zone, and whoever DP was, their paintings couldn’t possibly be based on the truth. Nobody had been to the other side of the Fenton Portal besides ghosts, and no ghost would make mistakes like including bones.

Jack blew out a sigh, placing the painting down on the table. They could figure out what to do with it later. DP had been sending them so often that Maddie and he weren’t sure what to do with them anymore. No matter how sweet it was that this artist was inspired by them, or by their research into ghosts, they couldn’t possibly showcase all this art. They didn’t even know who made them!

“Mads?” he called downstairs instead, deciding to take his mind off of the topic. “I’m gonna head out with the GAV, see if I can find some ghosts!”

“Be home in time for dinner, honey!” Maddie’s voice echoed from downstairs, underlined with the metallic clang of her putting down her tools. “And call me if you need me out in the field!”

“Will do!” he assured her. He didn’t need to check for weaponry; the GAV was always well-stocked, and would have everything he might possibly need.

So he headed for the garage, hopped into the large vehicle, and buckled his belt. The ignition roared to life, and with it, so did the various electronic appliances built into the GAV. Most importantly, at least for now, was the ghost radar.

The screen of the radar lit up, and Jack leaned in closer. Ah, and look at that! Not one, but two ghosts in the park! He’d better head over there. Either they were up to trouble, or it was Phantom chasing some other ghost. And if it was the latter, Jack might finally get the annoying specter!

Quickly he raced over to the park, stopping the GAV right next to the fence. He would have to continue on foot, since the gates were too small, but that was okay. He might be able to sneak up on the ghosts like this, since neither of them had moved since he had first seen them on the radar.

Still, whatever they were up to, it couldn’t possibly be good. Ghosts were malevolent, through and through, and if they hadn’t moved they hadn’t been fighting with each other. That must mean that they were working together, either causing trouble, or plotting to cause trouble later. No matter which of the two it was, Jack knew he had to interfere.

He quickly grabbed one of the plentiful ecto-guns the GAV was stocked with, jumping out of the vehicle. He didn’t have a radar on hand, but that was okay. The ghosts were unlikely to move if it hadn’t before now, and, well. They literally glowed. He was sure he would be able to spot them when he got close enough, even in the bright afternoon light.

As quietly as possible, he crept through the bushes. His gun, he held ready. He had to find the ghosts, and quick. Who knew what kind of trouble they might’ve gotten up to?

The moment he spotted a glimpse of unnatural white light, Jack stopped. Then, certain that neither of the ghosts had spotted him, Jack peeked through the leaves.

The ghost closest to Jack was instantly recognizable. Slight but masculine build, messy white hair, and a black jumpsuit. Phantom, without a doubt. The other, he couldn’t place. Green skin, long blonde hair tied into a braid, and with a sky blue dress. Definitely modeled after a woman, that one, and slightly older than Phantom. Or, well, if they had been humans. There was no telling the age of a ghost.

“Almost done,” Phantom spoke, suddenly. But it seemed to be talking to the other ghost. Why? Almost done with what?

“Ah, very well.” The other ghost inclined its head slightly, a gesture almost a nod, but halted. “I admire your work, Sir Phantom, but my kingdom calls for me.”

A kingdom? Sir Phantom? Very interesting. He would have to make sure to remember all of this. Oh, if only he had some sort of recording device ready. Maddie would’ve loved to hear this, too.

“I know, I know. I really appreciate you coming out here for me.” Phantom didn’t look away from whatever it was doing, hunched over. “I know things are still kinda messy after the whole Aragon thing.”

“It is no trouble,” the medieval ghost—the ghostly queen?—assured Phantom. “Without your help, I never could’ve overthrown my brother. I owe you, Sir Phantom.”

Phantom snorted, shaking its head briefly. “You know that that’s not true, Dora. You fought Aragon on your own, and you won that way too.”

“Ah, but--”

“No buts,” Phantom interrupted the other ghost—Dora, apparently. “You know just as well as I do that I wasn’t the one to convince you to stand up for yourself. You already made me your knight and your ally. You don’t owe me anything.”

The monochrome ghost paused for a moment, then lifted the object it had been hunched over. Finally Jack had a chance to see what it was, and he felt his heart stop.

Phantom had been working on a painting. And, depicted on the paper, was the other ghost. The style, even from where he was hiding, was instantly recognizable. Phantom had been the one sending paintings to FentonWorks.

Oh. Oh. Of course he had been! Just because the ghost usually went by Phantom didn’t mean it lacked a full name. No, when it had first introduced itself, it had called itself Danny Phantom. DP!

Cursing internally, Jack startled back to awareness when the Dora ghost moved. It floated closer to Phantom, inspecting the painting as well. Were ghosts vain creatures, then? Did Phantom pay them in paintings to play pretend with it? Then why would it be sending them to the Fentons as well? Was it trying to buy them? Buy their alliance, so they would no longer hunt it? Ha! As if!

“Oh, what a wonderful work again.” Dora smiled, an expression that was almost soft, if it hadn’t been on a ghost. “You did a very good job again, Sir Phantom.”

Phantom flushed bright green, and Jack took a moment to realize that it was a ghostly equivalent to blushing. How? Why? Ghosts didn’t feel emotions, why would they blush, especially to one another?

“Thanks,” Phantom stuttered back to the other ghost. “But it’s nothing special. And, um. Thank you for posing for me.”

“I already told you, it was no problem.” The other ghost floated a step or two away again, loosely shrugging. “I just hope the Fentons will like it, so you will finally be on good grounds with them.”

“I mean, um.” Phantom’s expression dropped into something Jack could only call an uncertain smile. “They, uh, don’t really care for them, I think? I believe they don’t think they’re real, and thus not useful.”

“But have you not been signing them as yours?” Dora insisted, a frown on its face. “Do they think that you are sending them false paintings of the Ghost Zone? Of your fellow ghosts?”

“Well, I, uh.” Phantom’s grin became even more harried. “I might’ve been signing them just as ‘DP’? I didn’t think they would trust them otherwise!”

Dora stared at the other ghost for a long moment, then clicked her tongue and shook her head. If it had been human, Jack would’ve said it was disappointed. But, since it was a ghost, it couldn’t possibly be. “Well, I suppose you know best. I wish you the best of luck with them, regardless.”

“Yeah, thanks.” Phantom nodded at the other ghost, and dismissed, it quickly left.

Now that it was just him and Phantom left, Jack knew he should be making a move. This was the perfect opportunity; Phantom was distracted, looking at the ground. Gathering its supplies, presumably.

But he couldn’t. No matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t.

It was astounding. Absolutely confusing. Sure, Phantom’s obsession had always been questionable, never easily labeled, but still. No possible interpretation could cover for its drive to fight off other ghosts and for painting. Hell, it didn’t even try to fight off this particular ghost! No, the two of them had seemed quite friendly, and Phantom had even let it leave without confirming that it really did leave Amity Park.

And then Phantom stood upright, suddenly, a roughed-up backpack in one hand, art supplies clearly visible poking out. In its other hand, it held the new painting.

“Well, let’s go deliver this one,” it said, voice quiet like it was just talking to itself. “Who knows, maybe seeing a ghost they don’t recognize will be what convinces them!”

As if. And clearly Phantom thought so too, based on the tone of its voice. But then, if it was intelligent enough to know this (and apparently it was), why would it still go through with this? Why would it put in such effort, if it knew that it was futile?

Phantom lifted off before Jack could even consider shooting it down. Shot up into the sky, fading from visibility before long.

Knowing that there was no point in lingering anyway, Jack pushed his way out of the bushes, finally. Absentmindedly brushed the dirt from his knees. Lumbered back to the GAV.

He turned the key of the ignition, and the radar booted back up. No ghosts left in range. Dora must’ve returned to the Ghost Zone as it had said, and Phantom went… wherever it usually went when they couldn’t find it.

Like this whole thing had never happened.

His drive back home had been slower than usual. Maybe it really hadn’t happened. Maybe he had just… imagined all of it. As long as there was no proof that Phantom had painted that medieval ghost, that Dora, it might as well not have happened. Right?

The car came to a halt. Jack let himself back in the house.

“Oh, Jack!” Maddie looked up from the potatoes she was peeling. Right. Dinner. “A new painting came in. It was quite fascinating. A portrait of a ghost again, but I don’t recognize this one. Do you think that the artist came up with it themselves?”

He felt his heart stop.

Jack licked his lips, then asked, cautiously, “Is it a green-skinned ghost, with long blonde hair in a braid?”

“Yes.” Maddie put down the potatoes, immediately focusing on him. “How did you know? Did you run into the ghost?”

“Yeah. Both of them.” He shook his head, then let himself drop onto the sofa. He wasn’t going to have this conversation standing up. “DP is Phantom, Mads. I saw him in the park, and he was painting that other ghost.”

“Are you sure?” Maddie asked, but clearly she could tell he was telling the truth. “But why? And how is it making such high quality paintings? It isn’t related to its supposed obsession at all!”

“I don’t know.” And that was the big problem, wasn’t it? Whenever they thought they had Phantom figured out, it introduced some new detail, some new variable. They never knew everything they needed to know about it. “I don’t know, but I know what I saw. Phantom painted it, with the intention to give it to us, and the other ghost was okay with that.”

“It was?” She sat back down as well, the half-peeled potatoes now completely ignored. “But how-- why?! Not only did Phantom indulge in something unrelated to its obsession—art—but then it also completely went against its obsession by letting another ghost into the town!”

Jack snorted humorlessly. “And worse still, Phantom let the other ghost leave without keeping an eye on it to make sure it left. They seemed on friendly terms, too. Were discussing when they worked together in the past. It even called Phantom ‘Sir Phantom’.”

“Unbelievable.” Maddie shook her head, staring down unseeingly. “There’s no way that this could all tie into its obsession, but…”

“But ghosts can’t act outside of those obsessions, either.” Jack nodded, slowly. “So either the research is wrong, and ghosts aren’t bound to their obsessions like we thought…”

“Or Phantom breaks the norm, somehow.”

They met eyes. Jack licked his lips. “And we have no way of knowing.”

“Never mind the question of why it’s making these paintings. For us specifically, right?”

“Yup. Some of them, at least, were made just for us.” Jack drug the new painting closer to himself, staring at it. It was of superb quality, carefully painted, and a very close match to the ghost he had seen in the park. “Which leaves one more question. If this painting is real, have all the others been too?”

“Surely not?” But Maddie was clearly already running through all the other paintings they had received from Phantom. The landscapes, the other ghosts. All the portraits had depicted ghosts they had seen in Amity before, even if others had featured in the landscapes. “It could’ve tweaked them, made the landscapes seem more interesting. Maybe it’s trying to make the Ghost Zone seem more alluring, so we will go in and run into its trap.”

But Jack shook his head. “I don’t think so. There are better ways to get us to explore the Ghost Zone, and it clearly knew that we didn’t put any faith in them being real. As hard as it was trying to convince us, I can’t imagine that it would put so much effort into luring us out there. Especially since it could lure us away with other stuff, by kidnapping civilians or our kids, or, hell, maybe even by stealing one of our more intricate inventions. Lord knows it’s not above stealing our stuff.”

“No, it definitely isn’t,” Maddie agreed easily, a pensive frown on her face. “Still, I can’t think of any other reason why it might be sending us paintings. What use could that possibly have for it? What benefit could it earn from this?”

“Who knows, Mads.” Jack puffed out a heavy sigh. “Who knows.”

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“Are you sure that this was a good idea?”

“Pfft, are you doubting me?” Danny rolled his eyes at Clockwork’s unimpressed stare. “It’ll be fine, and you weren’t telling me any better plans. You can’t make me doubt myself after I did it!”

“I think that you will find that I can, in fact, do that.” Clockwork’s lips twisted into a smirk.

Danny huffed. “Yeah, well. Thanks for nothing, old man.”

Clockwork fixed him with another unimpressed look, one eyebrow quirked, as his body shifted into his child-like form.

“I hate you,” Danny muttered, no heat behind his words. After the whole thing with his evil future self he had started visiting Clockwork more often, hoping for future knowledge, or at least hints on how not to bring about another apocalypse of his own making. Instead he’d been getting lessons on the Ghost Zone’s history, its geography, and ghost culture as a whole.

He’d complain about it, but it was kind of helpful to know. Besides, Clockwork wouldn’t steer him wrong.

Probably.

“Anyway, I had better head home, see what my parents thought of the new painting.” He paused, then dug his phone out of his pocket. “Wait, can I take a picture of you? To paint you later?”

“On one condition.” Clockwork shifted back into his adult form, gesturing for Danny to come closer. “Make it a picture of the both of us.”

“What, like a selfie?” Danny snorted, but huddled up next to the time ghost anyway. “I mean, I guess, but I was kind of hoping for a painting to give to my parents.”

Clockwork hummed, but didn’t reply. Danny rolled his eyes, but lifted his phone to snap a picture of the two of them anyway.

“Would it kill you to not be cryptic for once?”

“Yes,” Clockwork replied, deadpan. “How else would I have become a ghost?”

Danny snorted, flicking back on his phone’s screen to look at the photo. “Fair enough. Anyway, the pic looks fine, so… Are you sure I can’t snap one of you alone?”

“I am sure. Now get going,” Clockwork’s lips twisted into a smirk, “Wouldn’t want to be late, would you?”

“You’re the worst.” Danny stuffed his phone back into his pocket, floating over to the door of the Clocktower. “I’ll get you back someday, Clockwork!”

“Sure you will,” he said airily, the smirk still on his face. “Sure you will.”

Danny rolled his eyes but didn’t bother to reply, instead leaving the lair. Clockwork was so frustratingly cryptic, but he always told good advice. If he insisted Danny paint a selfie of the two of them, well… there must be some sort of reason for it.

Not that he could think of a reason, but still.

He made sure to turn himself invisible right before passing through the Portal, zipping into his parents’ lab unnoticed. It was a good thing that they had never installed ghost scanners near the Portal, because that would’ve made life so much harder for him.

Huh. No one downstairs. He peeked over at the clock, but it wasn’t dinner time just yet. His mom might be working on it already, but his dad should still be downstairs, right? Strange.

Intangibly passing through the ceiling, he found himself in the living room. Ah, and there were his parents. And his new painting of Dora! Maybe they were discussing what to do now that they figured out that he really was painting the truth.

“It just… It doesn’t make any sense,” his mom said complaintively. She gestured at the painting, almost knocking over the pan with peeled potatoes on the table. “Why would Phantom paint these for us? What’s the point? What kind of benefit is it hoping to get from this?!”

“I don’t know.” His dad straightened up, looking at Danny. No, straight through him, at some of the framed paintings on the wall behind him. “If it were human, or following human logic, it might be… trying to help us understand the Ghost Zone? Paint more of it so we don’t have to go explore there? But even then… We’re not on good standings. Why would it try to help us?”

“Exactly.” Maddie heaved a sigh, then picked up her knife and an unpeeled potato, starting to peel it. “With a human, it could a sign of… of trying to better our relationship. But a ghost? They can’t experience such feelings, such desires, can they?”

“But neither can they pick up a hobby like painting if it’s unrelated to their obsession,” Jack pointed out, shrugging his massive shoulders. “I don’t know if we can dismiss any options, Mads.”

“No, I suppose not.” She dropped the peeled potato in the pot, picking up a new one. “We could try assembling a list of possible intentions later, and then try to cross them off one by one, based on Phantom’s behavior and reactions.”

His dad hummed a note of approval, and, figuring this was a good moment to stop eavesdropping, Danny resumed his earlier flight. Phasing into his room, he finally dropped his ghost form, noiselessly landing on the floor.

“Man. I can’t believe they figured that out,” he mumbled to himself. “How could I… Oh.”

He dug his phone out of his pocket, digging up the picture he just took. “Clockwork knew, obviously. And he… wants me to make a painting of the two of us.”

Danny made a face, then shrugged. “Well, I suppose there’s no harm in it. He’s never led me wrong. Unless he’s been resetting the timeline every time he did, but, well. Details.”

Dragging his ragged backpack to his desk, Danny spread out his art supplies. Straightened out a new piece of paper, laid out his phone for reference, and started painting.

Maybe he could include a little note with this one? Write it on the back, or something?

Yeah, maybe that would work…

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Jack paused, the few letters he’d already leaved through barely hanging on. Was this…

He dropped the other letters, until the only thing left in his hands was the painting. An all new painting, the same style as all the other ones, but the subject matter…

“Mads!” he yelled, not looking away from the painting. “Mads, we got a new one!”

“We do?” Her voice echoed up the stairs, quickly followed by the sound of footsteps as she stormed up. Then she came up next to him, saw the painting, and paused as well.

He couldn’t blame her. Phantom must’ve somehow known that they had figured it out, or it gave up on subtlety.

The new painting depicted two ghosts, huddled up next to each other. Phantom’s arm was outstretched, as if the painting had been snapped like a photo. Maybe it was based on a photo. Next to Phantom was a large ghost Jack didn’t recognize; blue skinned, with empty red eyes and a purple cloak.

No, the focus of the picture was Phantom. It smiled at the camera, but it wasn’t its characteristic smirk. It was more like a genuine cheery smile, matched by a faint smile on the other ghost’s face.

Jack flipped the paper over, wondering if Phantom had signed it as usual. Instead he was surprised to find actual written text.

“A letter?” Maddie asked, leaning in closer. Jack held it out slightly so they could both read it.

“Dear Fentons,” the letter read, the handwriting scribbly like that of most teens, but still legible.

“I’ve been given to understand that you two have figured out that I’m the one making these paintings for you. And I understand that that’s probably pretty concerning, since you’re… not all that pleased with me and my… general existence. Some of the things I have done have been framed badly, yes, and sometimes I cause damage in my fights. Who doesn’t? But no matter what you think, or what this city thinks, I always try my best to protect everyone in this town. And I’m just one ghost, in the end. Even with Red around, I would feel much safer knowing that there are other ghost hunters around. And not just hunters, scientists, who understand how ghosts work, and who could teach others. So I tried to help you with that, tried patching your gaps of knowledge with some of my own. Only you did not realize it was based on the truth, because you didn’t know it was me, and now that you do… I fear that you still do not trust any of the information I’ve tried to teach you. So… I guess what I’ve been trying to say is…”

“Can I do anything else to help, to convince you?”

Jack startled, cursed, and dropped the letter. He twisted around to find Phantom floating behind them, its glow flickering.

“Phantom,” Maddie said, cautiously. Her hand crept to her hip holster, but it was a lost cause; she didn’t carry weapons in the lab. Too big of a risk of a malfunctioning invention setting them off.

“I’m serious,” the ghost insisted, its glow brightening slightly. It still flickered like a candle. Jack wondered why, since it didn’t seem like the ghost was hurt or otherwise hampered in strength. “I want to help you guys with your research. Without, y’know, dissection stuff. I know you haven’t been in the Zone, and I really wouldn’t recommend it because that place is dangerous, but come on! I can teach you all kinds of stuff; ghost society, culture, history--”

“Ghosts can’t have any of those things, though,” Maddie interrupted, eyes narrowed. “They don’t even have emotions. They act only on obsessions. That leaves no room for-- for society, or culture, or whatever else!”

“Oh, come on, you don’t seriously believe that, do you?” Phantom huffed, crossing its arms, and looking seriously peeved off. The glow flickered even more wildly, now. Was it… Could a ghost’s glow express emotion like that? “If I could only ever think about my supposed obsession, why would I make paintings like that? Huh?”

“Your supposed obsession?” Jack questioned, keeping a close eye on Phantom’s aura. “Are you implying that you don’t have an actual obsession?”

“No? Nobody has obsessions like you’ve described them.” Phantom shrugged, and its aura dimmed a little. Hmm, perhaps brightness was related to anger? But then what could the flickering be? Uncertainty? Anxiety? “Plenty of ghosts are obsessed, sure, but it’s no different from a human who is super obsessed with something. Like a hyperfixation, I guess. It certainly won’t kill them to do something else.”

“So if someone stopped you from fighting other ghosts, from protecting this town, you wouldn’t… It wouldn’t do you any harm?” Maddie asked, watchful eyes on Phantom.

“Well, no.” The ghost shrugged again. Its glow flickered harder. “I mean, if someone got hurt I would probably feel kinda guilty about it, but… I mean, nothing I could’ve done about it if someone stopped me.”

“I suppose that that makes sense,” Jack said before Maddie could speak. He wasn’t quite sure that Phantom was telling the truth about obsessions, but they were certainly wrong about the emotional capabilities of ghosts. Besides the interactions he had seen between Phantom and Dora in the park, there was no reason for them to express emotions via their glow; no human could understand that. It could only be used to communicate emotions with other ghosts. “I mean, I guess your obsession could be to be helpful, which would explain why you would learn painting to help us, but still. We were wrong about your emotional range. Who says we weren’t about obsessions, too?”

Phantom made a face, then shrugged a third time. “Eh, good enough for me. But, really, I would love to help you guys with your research by providing more knowledge.”

“Why would you send us paintings, anyway?” Maddie frowned, clearly confused. “Clearly you can take pictures, since this last one was obviously based on one. Why not send those directly?”

The ghost shrugged, then smiled sheepishly. “Well, uh. First of all, I really like painting and I could use the practice. And second, ghost stuff just doesn’t photograph well. The pictures didn’t do justice to the real things, so I figured I could paint them more alike.”

“I see,” Jack said, ignoring the sharp looks Maddie kept throwing him. “Well, we’ll think about it, okay? And we’ll let you know.”

Phantom’s glow flickered again, like a disturbed candle, but then the ghost nodded. “Sure. That’s more than I had expected, to be honest. See you guys around, then.”

The ghost raised a hand, then faded from visibility.

“And Phantom,” Jack shouted after him, assuming the ghost was still within hearing distance, “don’t enter our home without permission!”

“Yes sir!” an invisible voice chirped back, followed by the sensation of wind as the ghost flew away.

Maddie shot him an unamused look, but he shrugged. “Look, Mads. We clearly misstepped somewhere in our previous research. It’s undeniable that they have emotions, so maybe we were wrong about more?”

She watched him for a moment longer, then heaved a sigh. “If you say so, honey, you must have your reasons. At the very least we could hear him out, I suppose.”

“He’s not a bad kid,” Jack allowed, as he turned back to head towards the lab. “Definitely has a talent for painting, that one!”